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2.39% The Most Satisfied Reincarnate / Chapter 7: Learning More About the System

Chapter 7: Learning More About the System

The Outer City of the North Kingdom's capital was a bustling sight, with a vibrant blue sky stretching overhead. The harbor teemed with activity as numerous people flocked there, seeking trade opportunities with the traveling merchants or hoping to acquire new goods.

Birds gracefully soared through the sky, their flight patterns weaving amidst the azure backdrop. Some of them swooped down upon the fish displayed on various stalls, seizing their prey with precision.

As Bastian's ship glided into the harbor and found its mooring, it momentarily drew the attention of onlookers. Curious gazes swept over the vessel, scanning its entirety. Once it became apparent that it was merely another merchant ship, the observers returned their focus to their own affairs.

Meanwhile, Bastian and his family, accompanied by a select group of his crew, gathered on the lower deck, preparing for their next course of action.

"Listen, my comrades," Bastian addressed his crew with a commanding tone. "Some of you will remain behind to protect our ship, while the rest will accompany me to the church."

"Once we disembark, I want you to shield our movements from prying eyes. If you notice anything suspicious, alert me immediately. Look out for gestures directed towards us, unusual behaviors with their tools, or individuals who swiftly avert their gaze upon making eye contact," he instructed, his arms folded across his chest, his eyes narrowing.

He took pride in the fact that none of his crew appeared scared or anxious. It seemed that they were all wholeheartedly dedicated to serving his family.

"Yes, Captain!" they responded in unison, their eyes reflecting unwavering determination.

With a nod of approval, Bastian turned around and, in an instant, his stern countenance softened. "Let us proceed," he said, leading the way.

Each member of the group donned cloaks that concealed their bodies, leaving only their faces exposed. Leona, however, wore a veil that partially obscured her features, a precautionary measure to prevent her beauty from attracting any unwanted attention.

"Father, can I buy some toys later?" Alice's voice piped up from beneath the oversized cloak that engulfed her petite form. Her stature reached only half the height of Bastian's feet, rendering her utterly endearing as the cloak swept along the ground.

"Ohhh, come here, sweetie," Bastian's heart melted at the sight of his daughter's adorableness, unable to resist the urge any longer. He swiftly scooped Alice up and placed her on his back, eliciting a momentary shout of surprise from her as she suddenly found herself elevated. "Let's go, father!" Alice exclaimed with sheer delight, tugging on her father's cloak eagerly.

Meanwhile, Leona cradled Desmond in her arms, a soft smile gracing her lips as she observed the heartwarming interaction between father and daughter.

From Desmond's perspective, his attention was captivated by the bustling port, reminiscent of scenes from his past world's history books. As they slowly descended from the ship onto the dock, he found himself fascinated by the sights that unfolded before him.

Instead of focusing on his family's interactions, Desmond's gaze was drawn to the people and their attire, which seemed straight out of a fantasy realm. Coats and hats adorned their forms, creating an air of antiquity that intrigued him.

Moreover, even the stall owners engaged in magical practices, performing enchantments that imbued their stalls with extraordinary abilities. As the owners muttered incantations, small magic circles materialized on their tables, effortlessly clearing away dust and debris.

Fascinating, Desmond thought, unable to quell his thirst for experiencing these fantastical scenes with his own eyes. His attention then shifted to another captivating sight—a sight that astonished him. He witnessed his ship being moved without the need for any human effort!

Several maids stationed on the ship's deck whispered incantations, causing multiple small magic circles to appear on the vessel's hull. The water beneath the hull came alive, gently pulling the ship closer to the dock before abruptly halting just moments before making contact.

As they made their way toward the church, Desmond noticed the curious gazes of the onlookers at the harbor. It was only natural for people to become intrigued when witnessing a group surrounded by a protective formation of individuals. Their eyes followed Bastian, Leona, and their children, fueling an air of curiosity and speculation.

With his father's crew donning their light armor and armed with weapons at their waists, their formation served as a deterrent to unwanted individuals approaching them. Desmond couldn't help but appreciate the tactical prowess displayed by his father's crew, effectively announcing their presence while keeping potential threats at bay.

As he contemplated the reasons behind his parents' caution, Desmond's attention was suddenly interrupted by the emergence of a system interface, blocking his view.

[Automatically scanning the new environment]

[The map has been updated!]

Simultaneously, a transparent screen materialized before him, displaying a map that depicted his current location as a blue dot in a city-like terrain.

Unexpectedly, the system seemed to have initiated an automated task without his direct command, prompting a realization within Desmond. He had always assumed that his commands were the sole triggers for the system's actions, but now he pondered the possibility of automated tasks being carried out as well.

With his vantage point granting him clear visibility of people's expressions and the surrounding area, Desmond's attention was drawn to those individuals practicing magic.

"System, can you create a magic or spell that can be attached to an object without requiring personal energy? Essentially, it would utilize the surrounding energy to sustain its own energy consumption," Desmond inquired, seeking a more efficient and sustainable way to harness magical abilities.

[Creating a Task...

Using Slot 1

Status: Working 0%]

[Estimated time: 10 years]

[Unused Slot 1]

[Running in the background]

[Requirement: The host must learn the structure and workings of the spell in order to proceed. The task will only commence once the necessary knowledge has been acquired.]

Desmond realized that, despite the system's capability to execute tasks autonomously, his intervention and understanding were still vital for the task to progress. This realization resonated with the concept of scientists requiring previous research as a reference to solve new problems.

With newfound clarity, Desmond accepted his role in acquiring the knowledge necessary to initiate the task, recognizing that his understanding and mastery of magical structures would be crucial for its success.

Desmond's excitement grew as he contemplated the possibilities of utilizing the system to gather materials, information, and conduct experiments. It felt as though he possessed a unique advantage in this world, akin to having a personal computer that could assist him on his journey.

While others might spend years focusing on researching and conducting magical experiments, Desmond realized that he could streamline the process by utilizing the system to gather data and let it handle the more laborious aspects, allowing him to continue strengthening himself and engaging in further experimentation simultaneously.

...

Unbeknownst to Desmond and his family, their crew members who remained on the ship failed to notice the presence of a man among the crowd. This man observed their arrival with a smile and proceeded to his stall, swiftly dismissing his newly arrived customers. Casting a cautious gaze around, he closed his stall, giving the impression that something suspicious was afoot.


Chapter 8: A Demon and the Church

As they made their way towards the church, Desmond observed that the path they walked on was meticulously maintained, consisting of pristine white stones that seemed to lead straight to heaven. The road exhibited no signs of imperfections such as rogue stones, cracks, or moss stains, giving it a clean and well-cared-for appearance.

The sides of the road were adorned with alluring shops, each offering unique attractions. Desmond's attention was captured by a shop that showcased miniature human toys that moved on their own, designed primarily for children. He also noticed flower shops where the flowers seemed to dance and sway as if influenced by magic.

However, despite the enticing surroundings, Desmond couldn't help but feel that the road was unnaturally "clean." There were no beggars or soldiers patrolling the area, creating an eerie sense of abandonment. It appeared more like a picturesque facade than a bustling street.

The group then arrived at a particular shop where Alice eagerly disembarked from her father's back to select her desired toy. Bastian's crew encircled the shop, obstructing Desmond's view of the surrounding shops and their conditions. His mother, displaying a hint of unease, kept a watchful eye on their surroundings.

Desmond found it difficult to comprehend why his father was indulging his sister's desires in what could potentially be enemy territory. In his understanding, it seemed logical to swiftly conduct their business and minimize exposure to potential threats. However, he reminded himself that Alice was just a child, naturally getting excited about new places and experiences.

...

After a few minutes of waiting for Alice to choose her favorite toy, the group resumed their journey towards the church. As they walked, Desmond finally noticed some signs of beggars along the way. On the other side of the road, he caught glimpses of a dark alley filled with ragged clothes and swarming flies. Despite his father's crew attempting to block his view, Desmond couldn't help but witness the dire conditions of the beggars throughout their entire walk.

Desmond's eyes were drawn to a particular beggar who stood out from the others. Intrigued, he commanded the system to scan the beggar, noting his unique appearance with a horn on his head and a shadow attached to his posterior. 

The system quickly provided the scanned information:

[Name: ???

Gender: ???

Age: ???

Race: Demon

Class: ???

Occupation: ???

Demon Energy: 3.65

Strength: 5.00

Agility: 2.00

Stamina: 0.50]

Confirming that the beggar was indeed a demon, Desmond was taken aback. He couldn't help but wonder why demons were allowed to live in this city. In his previous world's novels, demons and humans were depicted as constant adversaries. However, in this world, it seemed that humans coexisted with some demons, even if they were reduced to beggars.

With no immediate response from the system, Desmond realized he would have to seek information independently to understand this peculiar situation. Shifting his attention away from the demon, he finally caught sight of the church ahead.

...

The church stood tall, basking in the sunlight, its brilliance accentuated by the white-paved roads. Neither too large nor too small, it boasted a small courtyard where a blonde-haired sister was seen diligently sweeping with a broom.

As Desmond and his group arrived at the church, the sister's attention was immediately drawn to them. When she turned around, the sight of her beauty left Bastian's crew momentarily speechless. The sister possessed sleek blonde hair that shimmered in the sunlight, delicate pink lips that appeared alluring, and a perfectly proportioned figure that accentuated her curves.

If not for her hands tightly gripping the broom, and the elegant sweep of her long robe, they might have mistaken her for a celestial goddess. The sight of her commanded attention, causing the onlookers to involuntarily cast their gaze between her and her sister, almost comparing the two.

The lady, cloaked in a veil, exuded an air of regality that made her beauty appear even more resplendent than her sister's. It was undeniable that both women possessed stunning features, but their temperaments diverged, each with its unique allure.

Even Bastian, who prided himself on his resistance to beauty's allure, found himself momentarily entranced, his senses momentarily dulled by their ethereal presence.

"Oh my, what do we have here?" The sister's words danced upon her lips, accompanied by a smile as radiant as the midday sun. However, the sight brought a crease to Leona's brow.

Stepping forward, Desmond cradled in her arms, Leona addressed her sister. "Good morning, sister. I seek to discern the traits my son possesses. Can you assist me with that now?" As she spoke, her eyes surreptitiously darted towards the closed doors of the church, aware of the hymns flowing from within. They had arrived too early, and disturbing the sacred morning peace felt impolite.

"Wahh, what a handsome baby. May I have the honor of touching him?" Instead of directly addressing Leona's inquiry, the sister's gaze fixated upon Desmond, her eyes twinkling with adoration.

No, please don't lay your hands upon me, Desmond's thoughts echoed fiercely within. A foreboding sensation washed over him, as if some untoward event would unfold if she were to make contact with his fragile form.

"My apologies, but we find ourselves pressed for time. If the church remains closed, we shall take our leave," Leona responded, her voice laced with a tinge of annoyance, her focus momentarily drawn to the sister's swaying bosom.

Was she so audacious as to ignore her question and now seek to caress her baby?

"Oh! I'm sorry, indeed. Please, follow me now," the sister quickly realized her misstep, the hostility in Leona's gaze piercing her conscience.

Turning her gaze towards the church's entrance, she spotted several men, standing resolute in a protective formation, encircling the holy grounds from all directions.

"But for now, only you and your family may enter. We have limited space to accommodate the rest," the sister's smile remained unwavering as her gaze shifted towards Desmond's father's crew.

Was it just his imagination, or did a wave of negativity wash over him? There was an unsettling sensation that those affiliated with the church might harbor ill intentions towards them.

Desmond couldn't shake off the feeling, drawing upon his knowledge from the novels he had read. Churches often concealed hidden motives, secrets lurking beneath their pious façade.

Bastian and Leona exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. In this brief interaction, they reached a consensus, and Bastian swiftly conveyed his instructions to his crew.

The crew members nodded in acknowledgement, swiftly dispersing around the perimeter of the church. What was initially intended as a protective formation now transformed into a comprehensive safeguarding of the entire ecclesiastical structure, leaving no direction vulnerable.


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