The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

"No." When Krox heard this, his anger raised, and he wanted to hit Grimm right then, but Grimm\'s next words stopped his intention. "Let me take care of this; the Guild is still under control, even though that old monster is still there."

Calming himself, Krox nodded. For him, if Grimm was the one who handled it, he believed in his abilities. Besides that, his organization could not be free in this city; in contrast, Grimm could use his identity as a Candidate Grandmaster and a trusted person of the king.

"Okay, but by the way, this kid is also brilliant; how can he penetrate your spell dimension?" Not all Master Wizards could and wanted to learn the very complicated dimension spells. They were better at choosing and modifying other spells.

Grimm snorted. "I was just a little sloppy." He hated it when his failure was mentioned, his arrogance almost the same as his son, but Grimm had more control over his arrogance.

"Heh." Seeing Grimm\'s behavior like this, he remembered the first time they met.

Krox then turned around. "Brock, turn yourself into a form that fits into a disguise; try to follow that kid when he leaves the Guild."

"Yes, boss." After that, Brock\'s human form gradually turned into a dog, and he headed straight for the main door of the Guild.

"As usual, you have a very useful subordinate, but it\'s a shame you have to keep killing them," said Grimm in a mocking tone.

"Maybe you can also find one useful dog." Pausing for a moment, Krox then looked down at Grimm. "Yep, I mean \'A real dog.\' ha ha ha." He laughed and walked behind Grimm.

"Ba-st…" Grimm was furious; this time, at least he wanted to teach Krox a lesson. Grimm turned around only to look at Krox, who was being swallowed by the shadow while waving his hand.

"Bye-bye, maybe we\'ll meet again in a short time, to be precise, when your son comes to my city, hahaha." After that, all parts of his body were engulfed by shadows, disappearing without leaving a trace.

Clenching his fists, Grimm chanted a spell and directed it to the building next to him

* crash *

Grimm\'s spell penetrated the structure into a hole, his white iron penetrating the living room.

Luckily, it was the middle of the night, so there wasn\'t anyone in the living room, but still, this made the house owner wake up checking, only to find that the living room had been destroyed and exposed to the main road.

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In the morning, in one of the upper rooms in the Guild.

Desmond, who was sleeping soundly, slowly opened his eyes. The direct sunlight shining on his eyes made him wake up. He accidentally protected his eyes for a moment before lowering his hand.

"Ach, it hurts." As he tried to sit up, Desmond felt something that hurt almost his entire body.

He looked down, only to find his body bandaged like a mummy. Desmond then tried to grab his face, but he couldn\'t feel his right hand at all.

Huh? What\'s this?

Looking at his right hand, which was missing, there was only a bloodied bandage covering \'The place that should have been his right hand.\'

"What the fuck! Did someone steal my hand?! " He tried to remember last night\'s incident, but his head suddenly became sore, and he unconsciously held his head with only his left hand.

Fuck!

Desmond then hit hard the wooden wall beside him, causing the wall to crack slightly, but blood also came out of his hand.

"Ouch, Ouch, Ouch

I forgot I used power boost, shit! That\'s why it\'s so hurt, dammit!"

While Desmond was rambling on, he heard the sound of the door to this room opening. A girl with glasses and long black hair tied back entered, carrying a water container covered with a soft cloth.

Desmond froze, his eyes bulging; he couldn\'t believe what he saw now. He didn\'t remember hiring a model as a servant. Seeing the maid\'s sexy body and face that could be said to be quite beautiful...

Could it be a new maid?

But then he remembered this new servant\'s disrespectful attitude when entering his room, and he shouted, "Who gave you permission to enter my room?!"

The woman who just entered was also surprised; at first, she wanted to ask the handsome young man\'s condition in front of her, but suddenly her mood changed. "Who do you think you are?! This is my room!"

The woman then put the water container filled with a soft cloth over Desmond\'s feet and immediately went to close the door hard.

* bam *

Desmond, who heard this, became angrier.

Since when did a servant dare to act like that with me?! 

He wanted to yell back but only found the door that had closed violently.

"I see, maybe I\'ll say…" Before Desmond finished, he realized that the wardrobe where he always kept the sword was not in front of him.

"Huh? Did the servant also move my wardrobe ?!" Due to the previous anger, Desmond\'s mind was not calm and clear yet.

* thump *

Thinking his condition was still okay, Desmond tried to get up, only to find himself falling on the floor with a water container that also fell on him.

"Fuck, the world seems to hate me so much!

First, somehow my brain was so malfunctioning last night that it was trying to get close to a dangerous enemy.

Secondly, I expected my body to be in pain and couldn\'t move, but somehow my ego was acting up!

Servant, Servant !!"

Lying on the cold wooden floor, Desmond shouted at his servant, who didn\'t appear.

His emotions were rising, but then he heard a bustling voice from downstairs.

"Eh, did anyone come? Why is it so busy today at my house?

Could it be… " Remembering the smiles on Grimm and Krox\'s faces, he became a little nervous.

"But it\'s too fast for them to find me." He tried to grab his face with all his might, only to find the cloth that was covering his face and lips had disappeared.

"Shit!" He looked around and finally realized that this was not his room.

Wait ... wait ... wait.

If I remember again, yesterday after the attack, I ran to the house and called the guard and…

Trying to recall what happened, Desmond\'s head became dizzy again. 

His memory was not clear because he had lost a lot of blood, but there was one thing that he was sure of.

"Am I in the GUILD?!!"

Last night, before Desmond passed out, he just remembered saying he booked a room, and a woman came to hold his cheek and rub his head.