The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family

The moment Klaus passed through the estate gates, a guard rushed toward the communication crystals mounted near the entrance. His urgent voice carried across the courtyard as he activated the magical network that connected search teams across the capital region.

"Cancel rescue operation. Master Klaus has returned safely. Repeat—cancel rescue operation immediately."

Klaus paused, recognizing the implications of such coordination. His family had mobilized substantial resources to locate him, demonstrating both their capabilities and their concern. The realization carried unexpected weight—even transformed as he was, he remained precious to people who had known him since birth.

"Master Klaus," approached Captain Dain of the estate guard, relief evident despite professional composure. "The patriarch requests your immediate presence in the war room. The entire senior council has been in session since your departure."

Klaus nodded, understanding that delay would only increase anxiety levels already elevated by evening's unprecedented events. He followed the captain through corridors that showed signs of hasty repair—sections where his Soul Energy release had damaged even reinforced internal structures.

The war room buzzed with tense discussion that ceased immediately upon his entrance. Roman sat at the chamber's head, frost patterns around his chair more pronounced than usual, indicating stress that penetrated his typically perfect control. Around the massive oak table sat the most senior members of House Lionhart—advisors, military commanders, and family members whose positions granted them access to information that could destabilize continental politics.

"Klaus," Roman said with visible relief that momentarily broke through diplomatic reserve. "Thank the ancestors you're safe."

The assembled council studied Klaus with expressions ranging from concern to calculation. Several immediately noted changes in his appearance—the absence of unusual aura that had accompanied his recent transformation, the return of normal vocal patterns rather than harmonic resonance that had marked his awakened state.

"Your presence has stabilized," observed Melo from his position near Roman's right hand, golden eyes tracking details that others might miss. "The energy distortion that accompanied your recent manifestation appears to have dissipated."

Roman leaned forward with interest that combined familial concern with strategic assessment. "What happened with Sabrina Petrova? Did you manage to eliminate the threat she represents?"

Klaus settled into chair indicated for him, considering how much detail the situation demanded versus how much truth the council could productively process. "We fought extensively. The engagement covered significant territory and resulted in substantial environmental damage." He paused, choosing words that would convey essential information without unnecessary elaboration. "However, I lost consciousness during the latter stages of combat. When I regained awareness, she was no longer present."

Disappointed murmurs rippled through assembled advisors. General Thorne, whose military experience included campaigns against supernatural threats, voiced what several others were clearly thinking.

"So she escaped? The continental threat remains active?"

"It appears so," Klaus confirmed with honesty that carried more weight than reassurance. "Sabrina Petrova and the Obsidian Hand represent ongoing dangers that will require coordinated response rather than individual confrontation."

Lord Chancellor Drayden, whose administrative expertise encompassed inter-continental relations, raised concerns that had clearly dominated much of evening's discussion. "The death of foreign dignitaries during ceremony we hosted creates diplomatic crisis of unprecedented scope. Four prominent figures—representatives whose murders will be interpreted as acts of war by their respective monarchies."

"The political ramifications extend beyond mere diplomatic protest," added Duchess Valeria, whose noble connections provided insight into aristocratic thinking across multiple kingdoms. "When word spreads that House Lionhart commands individuals with capabilities that exceed conventional classification, every neighboring power will reassess threat levels and defensive requirements."

Klaus understood their concerns with clarity that his recent experiences had sharpened considerably. His display of Soul Energy, combined with Alex's Pride-enhanced abilities, had demonstrated power levels that would force fundamental recalculation of continental balance.

"Speaking of concerning displays," Roman continued with tone that carried paternal authority despite Klaus's transformed status, "explain why you attacked Alex during last night's crisis. Your own cousin, who was fighting to protect our guests and family."

The question hung in air with weight that demanded honest response. Klaus met his grandfather's gaze directly, recognizing that deception would serve no productive purpose when dealing with threats of cosmic magnitude.

"Alex represents direct connection to entity capable of reducing Runiya continent to sea of fire with single gesture," he stated with matter-of-fact delivery that made cosmic threat sound like tactical assessment. "Pride's influence operates on scale that transcends normal understanding of destructive potential. When fully manifested, such power could reshape geography through casual application."

Stunned silence greeted this revelation. Several council members exchanged glances that combined disbelief with growing alarm as implications became clear. If Klaus spoke truthfully, their family hosted vessel for force that could eliminate entire civilizations through individual decision.

"You're also connected to being of similar magnitude," Roman observed with careful neutrality that concealed whatever calculations were occurring behind his ice-blue eyes.

Klaus nodded without hesitation. "Yes. Gluttony."

The simple acknowledgment struck assembled council like physical blow. Lord Commander Steele, whose military career had encompassed conflicts against various supernatural threats, rose from his chair with expression of barely controlled alarm.

"So you're both threats to our continent and empire!" he declared with voice that carried decades of tactical experience now confronting scenario that exceeded every contingency plan.

Klaus regarded the outburst with indifferent expression that suggested the accusation carried no emotional weight. His tone, when he replied, held casual honesty that somehow made his words more unsettling than dramatic declaration would have been.

"Not just Alex and I," he said with conversational ease that treated cosmic conspiracy as mundane fact. "Sabrina is also connected to such entity. And there are four others."

The revelation landed like thunderbolt in chamber already charged with tension. Seven entities of continental-destroying power, operating through human vessels, with at least three confirmed present within their immediate sphere of influence. The mathematical implications were staggering—if each individual could eliminate entire kingdoms through personal action, what did coordinated effort between them represent?

General Thorne collapsed back into his chair with expression of someone whose understanding of military strategy had just been rendered obsolete. "Seven?" he whispered. "Seven beings with power to reshape continents?"

"Seven Arkdieu," Klaus confirmed with matter-of-fact delivery. "Each seeking manifestation through willing or unwilling vessels. Some coordinate their efforts, others pursue conflicting objectives. The political relationships between them create additional variables that affect how their influence manifests in our reality."

Duchess Valeria's face had drained of color as she processed implications for continental stability. "If even two of them coordinate aggressive action against existing power structures..."

"Traditional warfare becomes irrelevant," completed Lord Chancellor Drayden with academic precision applied to scenario that defied academic classification. "Individual capability that exceeds army-scale potential renders conventional military doctrine obsolete."

The war room fell into silence that carried weight of assembly grappling with revelation that their understanding of power, politics, and survival had become inadequate overnight. Everything from diplomatic protocol to defensive strategy required fundamental reconstruction when individual actors possessed capabilities that transcended normal limitation.

Roman's frost patterns had expanded dramatically during Klaus's explanation, geometric precision giving way to unconscious manifestation of power that reflected internal stress despite outward composure. His voice, when he spoke, carried authority accumulated through decades of leadership now confronting challenges that exceeded every precedent.

"How long have you known?" he asked with question that encompassed not merely information but fundamental change in their family's position within cosmic hierarchy.

"Knowledge has been... progressive," Klaus replied carefully. "Recent events have clarified much that was previously uncertain. The scope of what we face extends beyond anything previous generations have encountered."

Melo leaned forward with predatory focus that suggested tactical mind already calculating response options to threats that operated outside normal parameters. "Are these entities cooperative or competitive with each other? Do we face unified opposition or factional conflict that might provide exploitable divisions?"

"Both," Klaus answered with complexity that defied simple classification. "Some coordinate toward shared objectives, others pursue fundamentally opposed goals. The relationships shift based on circumstances and opportunities. What appears to be alliance today might become conflict tomorrow, depending on how individual agendas develop."

Lord Commander Steele struggled to process tactical implications that exceeded his extensive military experience. "How do we defend against threats that operate on such scale? What defensive measures could possibly prove effective?"

Klaus's expression grew thoughtful as he considered response that would provide useful guidance without creating false optimism about manageable challenges. "Defense requires understanding that this conflict operates on multiple levels simultaneously. Physical confrontation represents only surface manifestation of competition that encompasses dimensional space, temporal manipulation, and conceptual reality itself."

The explanation created fresh waves of alarm among council members whose expertise suddenly seemed inadequate for challenges that transcended every framework they understood. Yet beneath growing panic, several began recognizing opportunity within crisis—if their family hosted vessels for entities of such magnitude, what advantages might such connections provide?

"What does this mean for House Lionhart's position?" asked Duchess Valeria with pragmatic focus on immediate political implications. "Do we become targets for elimination by other powers, or do our connections provide protection through demonstrated capability?"

Klaus smiled with expression that held depths of accumulated experience spanning lifetimes of similar calculations. "Both. Our family has become focal point for attention that will reshape continental politics entirely. Whether that proves beneficial or catastrophic depends on decisions we make in coming months."

The weight of cosmic responsibility settled over assembled council with crushing finality. Their family meetings would no longer address mere territorial disputes or trade negotiations, but choices that could determine survival of civilizations across multiple dimensional frameworks.

As implications continued spreading through collective consciousness like ripples from stone dropped in still water, each council member began recognizing that their comfortable understanding of power, politics, and possibility had ended forever.

The age of gods walking among mortals had arrived, and House Lionhart stood at its epicenter whether they wished such position or not.