The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family

Klaus left the throne room, his mind burdened with thoughts of the cryptic conversation with his grandfather. The ancient book now in his possession felt heavier than its physical weight. It was a key, but to what? Answers? More questions? He needed to unravel its secrets alone, away from prying eyes.

As he neared the annex mansion, Klaus hesitated at the gate. Rather than walking through the grand entrance, he opted to slip around the back, avoiding the attention of the guards. He moved with the fluidity of a shadow, blending into the night. His instincts drove him to seek out a secluded spot where he could focus without interruption.

The tranquil lake behind the mansion, shrouded by tall trees, offered the solitude he sought. The moonlight cast a silvery sheen across the water, reflecting the stillness of the night. Klaus settled into a lotus position by the lake's edge, the ancient book resting on his lap. He opened it, his eyes scanning the pages with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism.

At first, the contents seemed absurd—childish scribbles, nonsensical diagrams, and crude drawings. Klaus frowned, flipping through the pages with growing irritation. It looked like the work of a child rather than the treasured tome of a powerful family.

"Is this a joke?" he muttered, feeling a surge of frustration. Had Roman played him for a fool? Yet, he couldn't shake the memory of Greed's reaction when he first received the book. The entity rarely showed interest in anything unless it was of great value.

'Hey, do you understand this gibberish?' Klaus asked, reaching out to Greed.

{What can the Great Me not understand?} Greed responded, his voice filled with the usual arrogance.

'Care to explain?'

{Why should I? Will you offer me some stat points?} Greed's tone was mocking, clearly enjoying Klaus's frustration.

'Never mind,' Klaus thought, cutting the conversation short. But Greed's response confirmed one thing—the book wasn't as useless as it appeared. There was something hidden within its pages, something Klaus had yet to uncover.

Taking a deep breath, Klaus activated his Eyes of the Ten Eyes Mantra, an ability that allowed him to see beyond the ordinary. The world around him sharpened, colors becoming more vivid as his perception heightened. He looked back at the book, and as he did, the scribbles and crude drawings began to shift. The nonsense started to coalesce into intricate patterns and sequences, the childish drawings transforming into detailed diagrams of a figure performing complex martial movements.

Klaus's frown deepened into concentration. These were not just random movements; they were a form—a precise martial art designed to channel energy in a specific way. Rising to his feet, Klaus began to mimic the movements depicted in the book. At first, the motions felt awkward, like trying to learn a dance without knowing the rhythm. But as he continued, something deep within him began to stir. His body grew warm, then hot, as if a fire had been lit inside him.

The awkwardness faded, replaced by a fluidity that felt both natural and powerful. His movements became more precise, more controlled. With each repetition, he felt the energy within him grow stronger, more intense. Suddenly, a surge of power washed over him, a sensation so overwhelming that it almost brought him to his knees. It was as if something long dormant had awakened within his blood.

*Ding*

[Initiate Bloodline Art Awakened:]

[Bloodline 1: Ice Art]

[Bloodline 2: Beast Art]

Klaus's eyes widened as he read the notification. The Ice Art was no surprise—it was the hallmark of the Lionhart family, passed down through generations. It granted control over frost and cold, allowing its bearers to create weapons, and barriers, and even alter the environment around them with freezing temperatures. But the Beast Art… that was something entirely different.

The Beast Art was a rare and fearsome ability, said to be tied to the bloodline of the Crazy Beast Emperor, a lineage known for its raw, untamed power. Those who awakened the Beast Art could channel the primal strength of beasts, gaining enhanced physical abilities, heightened senses, and even the ability to partially transform or summon the spirits of ancient beasts in battle. It was a power that reflected the wild, unrestrained spirit of its bloodline—a stark contrast to the cold, calculated precision of the Ice Art.

'Beast Art?' Klaus thought, his mind racing. This could only have come from his mother, Elisabeth, but how? He thought that Elisabeth's family didn't possess a Bloodline Art, and if even it did, not the wild power of the Beast Art. What secrets was his mother hiding? The more Klaus learned the more questions arose.

He pushed his frustration aside and focused on the task at hand. "At least you helped me awaken my Bloodline Arts," he muttered to the book, his tone begrudgingly respectful. "You're not entirely useless after all."

Klaus reopened the manuscript, his eyes now attuned to its hidden secrets. He noticed the figure in the diagrams making a series of hand signs during the movements. Curious, he separated the hand signs from the rest of the form and sat back down in the lotus position. He began to mimic the hand signs, feeling the energy within him shift in response.

***

Unbeknownst to Klaus, Helene La Mer, the heir to the Ice Palace, had been watching him from the shadows. She had wandered the grounds of the annex mansion, seeking an escape from the stifling formalities and the ever-present cold that plagued her existence. Born with the Extreme Yin Body, Helene was immune to all forms of heat. Fire could not burn her, and she had never known the warmth that others took for granted. Instead, she was trapped in a body that felt perpetually frozen, her life a constant battle against the chill that seeped into her very bones.

Helene had learned to hide her suffering, to present a calm, composed exterior while the cold gnawed at her insides. She was the perfect Ice Palace heir—detached, unfeeling, and deadly in her precision. But deep down, she longed for something more. She longed for warmth, for the simple comfort of feeling heat on her skin.

When she saw Klaus sneaking through the grounds like a thief, her curiosity had been piqued. She followed him to the lake, hiding among the trees as she watched him. At first, she had been amused by his awkward attempts at what seemed to be some kind of martial art. But as she continued to watch, something changed.

The air around them grew heavy, and for the first time in her life, Helene felt warmth—real, tangible warmth. Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening in shock. The sensation was so foreign, so unexpected, that she could hardly believe it. It wasn't just warmth; it was heat, radiating from Klaus's body as he moved through the strange form.

"What… what is this feeling?" Helene whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. For the first time, she felt alive. The warmth spread through her body, filling the cold void that had always been there. It was overwhelming, beautiful, and terrifying all at once.

"Is this… is this what they call heat?" she asked herself, her voice trembling with emotion. She had heard others speak of warmth, had seen the way they basked in it, but she had never truly understood what it meant until now. The sensation was so alien, so beautiful, that she couldn't hold back the tears.

Helene watched Klaus with a mix of awe and longing. The boy she had once dismissed as insignificant was now the source of the one thing she had always craved. She couldn't tear her eyes away from him, captivated by the strange, almost mystical scene unfolding before her.

As Klaus completed the hand signs, a small, bright orange flame flickered to life in his palm. It was nothing more than a spark at first, a tiny flame dancing on his open hand. But to Helene, it was mesmerizing. She could feel the warmth from where she stood, and it was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched, her heart aching with a mixture of longing and awe.

***

*Ding*

[New Art Successfully Learned]

[Lionhart Flame Art: Realm 1] Continue reading at empire

Klaus observed the flame with a calm expression, though his mind raced. The flame was weak, barely more than a flicker, but it was a start. He knew it could be stronger, more powerful, if only he could find a way to enhance it.

'This looks so weak,' he thought, already considering possible solutions. 'Is it possible to enhance this if I mix it with arcane energy?'

The thought intrigued him, and he decided to experiment. He began channeling his arcane energy into the flame, watching as it responded to his will.

*Ding*

[Do you want to fuse Lionhart Flame Art with @#$%#'s Arcane Energy? Yes/No]

A small smile tugged at Klaus's lips as he read the notification. 'So, it's possible,' he thought, satisfaction filling him.

"Yes," he said aloud, his voice steady.

As soon as the word left his mouth, the orange flame began to change. It darkened, turning from a bright orange to a deep, ominous black. The small flame grew larger, its edges flickering with an intensity that hadn't been there before. The once feeble flame now roared with power, its dark energy spreading out from Klaus's hand and scorching the ground around him.