The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

"Where are my subordinates?"

He looked at the servant while applying pressure.

Annie is that servant; when Grimm looks at her, she pretends to show a shy attitude, and her eyes don\'t dare to look at Grimm.

"Umm ... sorry master, but it looks like your servant is exhausted from doing \'that\' with me." Previously, Annie had tried so hard to make her face flushed red, and she had also messed up her clothes.

"Is that true?" Grimm approached her and wanted to grab the servant\'s shoulder, but Desmond suddenly withdrew his hand.

"Master Grimm, what are you doing? Let\'s play."

Never before had anyone stopped him like this.

Desmond looks like a naïve, cheerful, and happy child. If it weren\'t for Leona\'s position as the witch master, maybe now he would have locked Desmond up.

"Ah ... forgive uncle, let\'s go." He shook Desmond\'s hand and walked with him. The servant who saw this seemed like a grandfather who wanted to play with his grandson.

"Master Desmond." 2x

On the way, Grimm sees all the servants\' behavior in this house like ordinary servants, respectful and dare not to their master. 

He didn\'t suspect this in the slightest; even the servants in his house were acting the same, so what was the difference?

"Hehehe." Seeing this, Desmond pretended to laugh happily, but it was seen that some of the skin on his cheeks began to wrinkle slightly from forcing a smile.

When they heard Desmond\'s laugh, almost all the servants who greeted them held back their laughter. They pressed their chest as hard as possible; some hurt parts of their bodies because seeing their young master\'s behavior like this was very rare.

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Arriving at the dining room, Grimm sees this dining room like an ordinary dining room. Maybe because the standards are too high and he is used to seeing the luxurious king dining room, this does not impress him.

One of the servants stepped forward and directed Grimm to the seat opposite, face to face with Desmond.

"Please, Master. "The servant then gave several menus to choose from.

Ice cream

Ice Cream

Ice Cream

There is only one menu he has seen so far, namely ice cream. This made him feel weird; he looked at the servants and Desmond, who seemed just so cool about this.

The servant serving Grimm saw his gaze and understood what he meant. 

"Sorry, Master, this is the only menu we ate during the departure of the young lady."

The servant said as politely as possible, but looking from behind, she was using one of her hands to pinch her thigh hard.

"Ah… do you mean Master Witch Leona\'s first child?

If I\'m not mistaken, the name ... "

"Alice!" Desmond, who was picking food suddenly shouted and glared at Grimm.

"Do you know Alice ?! My big sister is indeed famous. " He answered while patting his chest and raising his head.

"Ah ... that\'s Alice, Alice, Alice." Hearing this, Grimm nodded; he said as much of the child\'s name as possible to make Desmond happy.

"Have you chosen the best Alice ice cream?" Desmond lifted the menu and used his index finger to point at one of the names in the middle of the menu.

"Oho, I definitely chose that."

"Nice, while waiting, will you tell me your story, uncle? I heard you fought that cruel beast race." Desmond\'s eyes were sparkling, and he was suddenly in front of Grimm.

Grimm sighed. " Okay ... uncle will tell you ... 

This story begins when ... "

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During Grimm\'s storytelling, Desmond secretly exchanges glances at his servants, while Grimm seems to be enjoying telling his life story.

30 minutes have passed, and Grimm hasn\'t finished his story yet, but the ice cream they ordered has started to melt.

Desmond then pulls off a part of Grimm\'s clothes. 

"Uncle\'s story is very cool; I was very impressed by it.

I did not think that uncle could survive such a terrible thing.

But uncle, now I\'m starving. Can we continue the story later? "

Seeing Desmond\'s pitiful expression, Grimm is still shocked. He doesn\'t realize that he is enjoying telling others about his life.

It\'s true, it\'s delightful if you tell your abilities.

This made him forget his suspicions about Desmond; he held Desmond\'s head and stroked his hair.

"Good boy, we can eat now. After that, I will tell you how powerfully I repel a Flying Lizard, which is very scary. "

"OK, uncle."

After saying that, only then did Grimm see clearly the shape of the \'ice cream\' Desmond was referring to.

"Maybe this isn\'t bad."

He was in a good mood, then scooped out the ice cream\'s outer portion and ate it slowly.

"Good."

Without realizing it, Grimm also ate the ice cream with a big smile on his face.

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At the same time, Desmond is also happy that he also managed to dispel Grimm\'s doubts.

The first plan was successful; I hope this will clear up his suspicions towards me.

From now on, I must be careful to act.

He devoured the ice cream in front of him carelessly, making some traces of ice cream stick to his clothes, scattered on the surrounding table, and some even fell to the floor.

But as if Desmond didn\'t care, he continued to devour the ice cream.

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Meanwhile, Desmond\'s servants silently clapped their hands upon seeing Grimm\'s expression.

"I hope this is enough to help the young master."

They were behind the kitchen, spying on Desmond, who looked like a child eating ice cream.

"But if young master continues like this, maybe I can die happy."

"Hahaha, that\'s right. This is the first time I\'ve seen this kind of young master\'s character; ever since I worked here, young master always looks serious and mature. " 

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When Grimm saw this, it was true that Desmond\'s suspicions decreased, but he sensed that there was something odd about this.

Isn\'t this normal?

Perhaps because his mind was burdened with his task of searching for the spies, he felt that everyone was the suspect.

Shaking his head, Grimm tried to focus on looking at Desmond. After a few seconds of observing him, Grimm finds nothing out of the ordinary.

"Boy, how did you get a wound like that?" He tried to lure Desmond into a question that was hard to see in his reaction.

"This?" Desmond shrugged his shoulders to reveal where his right hand used to be."Eh Uncle ... can you heal this?" considering that it was Grimm who injured him, what wrong if he also asked to treat him?

"Hmm ... why not tell your mother?"

"Mother? My parents rarely come home since a year has passed. " This time, Desmond wore a sorrowful expression; he was sad that his mother didn\'t come to heal his wounds as soon as he was about to get ready to go to the academy.

Even the maids who were outside hearing this became sad; they understood that this time the situation was terrible and Desmond\'s parents really couldn\'t come home.

Nothing strange, he acted like a child his age!

He didn\'t care about Desmond\'s wounds because Desmond could be a threat to his son. His goal was just to come here to confirm whether Desmond was the spy he had been looking for.

"Ah…. I see, pardon this uncle, I\'m not very good at that ... "

"Ah, I see ..."

Although it looks like Desmond is sad on the outside, his thoughts are different.

The fuck?!How can you, who was injured my hand, can\'t heal it?

But it seems like this is enough to clear my suspicions.

Having finished eating his ice cream, Grimm suddenly stood up.

"I\'m sorry, boy, it seems there is something sudden that I have to do this time."

Grimm saw Desmond\'s expression become disappointed upon hearing this.

"It\'s okay, uncle, but at least you have to promise to tell me your story again."