The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family-Chapter 128 Quiet Observations

Klaus sat at the breakfast table, the air around him buzzing with quiet energy. Elisabeth and Alexandra chatted lightly about Alexandra's recent missions, but Klaus's focus was elsewhere. Dudu sat coiled at his feet, his obsidian scales catching the morning light. Though the little dragon appeared calm, his presence remained heavy, like a smoldering ember that threatened to ignite.

Across from him, Alexandra's eyes flickered to Dudu every so often, her usually confident demeanor subdued. The breakfast felt unusually formal, and Klaus couldn't help but wonder if it was the dragon's influence or something else entirely.

"Eat," Elisabeth encouraged, sliding a plate of fresh bread and fruit closer to him. Her gentle smile betrayed a trace of concern.

"I'm fine, Mother," Klaus replied, taking a bite of bread more to appease her than out of hunger. His mind was still clouded by the remnants of his nightmares and the weight of Dudu's presence.

Alexandra's voice broke through his thoughts. "You know, it's kind of terrifying how comfortable you are with a dragon at your feet."

Klaus glanced at her, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "It's not like I have much of a choice."

"Still, it's hard to believe," Alexandra muttered, shaking her head. "Dragons… I thought they were extinct. And this one—his aura—it's unnatural."

Elisabeth's expression softened, though her gaze carried a hidden weight. "Roman already knows," she said quietly.

Alexandra froze mid-motion, her fork suspended in the air. "Grandfather? He knows about the dragon?"

Elisabeth nodded, her calm voice masking the gravity of her words. "He does. And if Roman didn't make a big deal of it, it means he knows how to manage the situation. Here in Rikxia, nothing happens without his approval."

Alexandra exhaled, setting her fork down. "So, we're safe for now. But if word about this goes beyond the estate—or worse, outside Rikxia…"

"Let's hope it doesn't," Elisabeth said simply, her tone leaving no room for debate.

Klaus listened silently, his fingers brushing against the wood of the table. Roman Lionhart's title as "the Ice Monarch of the North" wasn't just symbolic; it reflected his absolute authority within Rikxia, the biggest empire of the northern part of the Runiya continent. Here, Klaus knew he was shielded. But beyond these borders? He clenched his fist. A dragon, especially one bonded through a contract, would ignite a storm of attention and danger.

The rest of breakfast passed in relative quiet. Alexandra excused herself to prepare for her next assignment, and Elisabeth busied herself with estate matters. Klaus took the opportunity to slip away, seeking the quiet sanctuary of the garden.

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After breakfast, Klaus took Dudu to a secluded part of the garden, away from prying eyes. The morning air was crisp, and the soft rustling of leaves provided a tranquil backdrop, though Klaus's mind was anything but peaceful.

He observed Dudu moving gracefully across the grass, the dragon's scales glimmering in the sunlight like polished obsidian. With each passing day, Dudu's transformation became more evident—his scales tougher, claws sharper, and aura increasingly oppressive. It was no surprise that the mansion's servants kept their distance, despite the strict orders of secrecy issued by Ludovic and Elisabeth. Even Klaus, who had grown accustomed to Dudu's presence, felt the weight of his aura pressing against his senses like an encroaching storm.

Klaus crouched down beside the dragon, who had settled onto the grass, his molten-gold eyes fixed attentively on Klaus.

"You're changing faster than I expected," Klaus murmured, reaching out to rest a hand lightly on Dudu's head. The dragon's eyes softened, the bond between them unspoken yet undeniable.

As Klaus's thoughts wandered, his gaze fell to the emblem on his forearm, just barely visible beneath his sleeve. Pulling the fabric back, he revealed the intricate design of a dragon's head etched into his skin. The emblem, dark and vivid, pulsed faintly with energy, marking him as a Meister—a bondholder to a being of great power.

Becoming a Meister was something Klaus hadn't fully grasped yet. The stories he'd heard in his past life painted Meisters as legendary figures of unmatched strength and destiny. And yet, here he was—soon to be thirteen, bearing the mark of a Meister. The dragon emblem symbolized his bond with Dudu, but Klaus knew it wasn't mere chance that had allowed the contract to form. Something within him, something deeply tied to his very essence, had made it possible.

His hand drifted to his palm, brushing against the faint lines of the rune tattooed there—a separate mark, unrelated to the Meister emblem. This rune wasn't tied to Dudu but to Greed, the eccentric sword that had vanished after the encounter with the rune power. The rune pulsed faintly, as if alive, whispering promises and secrets Klaus wasn't ready to confront.

The rune had appeared the moment Greed disappeared, All Klaus knew was that the rune was related to Greed. Klaus didn't know if it was a curse, a gift, or some complex blend of the two. What he did know was that the rune was watching, waiting for something—and it made him uneasy.

He tightened his fist, trying to shake the thought. His Meister status and the rune were two different puzzles, yet both connected him to forces beyond his understanding. Klaus's frown deepened as he mulled over his innate bloodline ability, Beast Arts. Discover exclusive content at novelbuddy

The very name stirred a mixture of awe and unease within him. Beast Arts was something primal, ancient—an inheritance he suspected came from Elisabeth's side of the family. And yet, the more he thought about it, the more questions arose. Elisabeth had always been a gentle, loving presence, but Klaus couldn't ignore the mysteries surrounding her. Where had she really come from? How had she married into the Lionhart family? And why did her bloodline carry something as potent and enigmatic as Beast Arts?

Klaus sighed, his gaze drifting back to Dudu. The dragon's head tilted slightly, as though sensing the storm of thoughts within him.

"You're part of this too, you know," Klaus muttered, giving Dudu a light pat on the head. "Whatever's happening… we'll figure it out together."

Dudu let out a low rumble, nudging Klaus's arm in a gesture of reassurance. Klaus smirked faintly and pulled the glove back over his hand, covering the rune and the Meister's emblem once more.

Standing, he retrieved his training sword and began running through his drills. The rhythmic clash of blade against air filled the secluded garden, each swing precise and deliberate. Even without Greed's voice to guide him, the relentless training the sword had instilled in him remained ingrained in his every movement.

Dudu watched with quiet intensity, his golden eyes tracking Klaus's fluid motions. There was something unspoken between them, a connection that went beyond words. It wasn't just the Meister bond or the shared secrecy of their existence—it was a shared journey toward something greater.

As Klaus finished his drills, sweat glistening on his brow, he sheathed his training sword and took a deep breath. The morning sun climbed higher in the sky, casting long shadows across the garden. And though the weight of his responsibilities pressed heavily on his shoulders, Klaus felt his resolve solidify.

The path ahead was uncertain, filled with questions about his lineage, his powers, and the secrets of the dragon by his side.

Dudu stretched lazily beside him, his obsidian scales gleaming in the light. Klaus chuckled softly, giving the dragon a final pat before heading back toward the mansion.

"Let's see where this road takes us, partner," he said quietly.

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