The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family - Chapter 254

Chapter 254: Family Pride
As they traversed corridors toward the Imperial Chamber, Alex noted the heightened security that hadn’t been present during his previous visits. Pride’s influence extended his awareness beyond conventional limitations, revealing concealed energy configurations throughout the estate—defensive measures implemented since Klaus’s awakening.

“The protocols changed,” Melo stated, breaking his typical silence. “Contingencies were accelerated. Your scheduled arrival was adjusted from three days to one day before the ceremony.”

“I wasn’t informed of this change,” Alex replied, curiosity momentarily overriding diplomatic caution.

“The adjustment came from above,” Melo responded, golden eyes unreadable behind his white mask. “Certain interests insisted on compressing the timeline.”

Alex immediately understood the implication. Someone with significant influence had pushed for the event to happen sooner—limiting preparation time and potentially forcing less measured responses from participants. Before he could inquire further, they reached the Imperial Chamber doors.

The massive ironwood doors swung open, revealing not just Roman waiting within, but also Raoul Lionhart—Alex’s father. Unlike the Patriarch’s characteristic frost-enhanced throne, Raoul stood with barely contained energy, a triumphant smile breaking through his usually stern demeanor.

“My son,” Raoul called out, dispensing with formal protocol as he strode forward. “The swordmaster at fourteen!”

Alex maintained composure despite his surprise at his father’s presence. Raoul clasped his son’s shoulders with uncharacteristic warmth, pride radiating from every gesture.

“Grandfather,” Alex acknowledged, nodding respectfully toward Roman, who observed the interaction with measured assessment.

“Come, both of you,” Roman said, gesturing toward a side table where refreshments awaited rather than conducting their meeting from his formal position. This subtle shift immediately transformed the interaction from imperial audience to family gathering.

As they settled around the table, Raoul could scarcely contain his satisfaction. “Five consecutive victories, ending with Varek himself. The news has spread across the continent with unprecedented speed.”

“With significant assistance, I imagine,” Roman noted dryly, his eyes briefly meeting Raoul’s with unspoken understanding.

Raoul didn’t deny it. “Our family’s achievements deserve recognition. A swordmaster at fourteen—matching the founder’s own accomplishment. Why shouldn’t the continent know?”

Alex perceived the undercurrents immediately. His father had actively promoted news of his achievement, ensuring its rapid dissemination across territories and noble houses. The timing and approach suggested deliberate contrast with Klaus’s earlier record—a political statement beneath familial pride.

“Your achievement is notable precisely because of its rarity,” Roman stated, frost patterns briefly forming around his teacup before receding. “Only three in our family’s history have reached swordmaster status before seventeen—the founder, Klaus, and now you.”

“Though Klaus remains the youngest,” Raoul added, unable to entirely mask the bitterness beneath his acknowledgment. “A record that seems likely to stand.”

The tension in this statement revealed volumes about Raoul’s complex feelings. Once Ludovic’s rival among Roman’s children, Raoul had watched his brother rise as the Patriarch’s most promising heir—until the catastrophic incident that shattered his mana core and ended his advancement. That his son, Klaus, had then broken all records by reaching swordmaster status at twelve had only intensified Raoul’s resentment.

“The ball tomorrow will represent appropriate recognition for exceptional achievement,” Roman stated, smoothly redirecting the conversation. “Though circumstances have necessitated compression of the traditional preparation period.”

“Politics waits for no one,” Raoul interjected with unusual animation. “When news reached the Seven Monarchies, their representatives practically invited themselves. Even the Beast Emperor confirmed personal attendance.”

Alex caught the subtle emphasis his father placed on the Beast Emperor’s title—pointed reference to Elisabeth’s paternal connection and the competing influence it represented within family dynamics.

“The accelerated timeline presents certain challenges,” Roman acknowledged, his gaze shifting to Alex. “The demonstration with Varek now holds central position in tomorrow’s proceedings.”

“An opportunity to showcase true Lionhart potential,” Raoul stated with evident satisfaction.

Roman’s expression cooled slightly. “An opportunity for measured display of earned capability,” he corrected, ice blue eyes briefly meeting Alex’s with clear meaning. “Continental observers possess specialized perception beyond ordinary assessment.”

“My son has nothing to hide,” Raoul declared confidently. “His achievements result from discipline and natural talent—the perfect balance of Lionhart heritage.”

He knows nothing of our communion, Pride observed within their shared consciousness, amusement threading through the communication. His pride builds upon visible achievements while remaining blind to true transformation.

“I understand the significance of tomorrow’s demonstration,” Alex assured his grandfather, carefully neutral in his phrasing to acknowledge the unspoken warning.

Roman nodded slightly, frost patterns briefly expanding before receding beneath controlled suppression. “The gathered interests extend beyond mere acknowledgment of swordmaster status. Your achievement at fourteen draws particular attention given historical context.”

“The Lionhart family produces prodigies when other houses celebrate mediocrity,” Raoul stated, pride bordering on arrogance. “Our bloodline continues to demonstrate superiority despite… certain disappointments.”

The veiled reference to Ludovic hung in the air like frost crystals, delicate yet sharp-edged. Roman’s expression revealed nothing, though the temperature around him dropped noticeably.

“All family branches will attend tomorrow’s ceremony,” Roman stated with finality that foreclosed further commentary on the subject. “Including those you reference.”

Raoul’s expression tightened momentarily before diplomatic training reasserted itself. “Of course, Father. Family unity remains paramount during public proceedings.”

Alex observed this exchange with careful neutrality, though Pride’s enhanced perception allowed him to detect nuances beyond what outward appearances revealed. The family dynamics surrounding tomorrow’s ceremony extended beyond simple recognition of achievement—competing interests within bloodlines, complex histories between brothers, unspoken resentments beneath diplomatic courtesy.

“Attendance has expanded beyond initial projections,” Roman continued, directing attention back toward ceremonial considerations. “All Seven Monarchies will send representatives, transforming your recognition into diplomatic gathering rather than merely familial acknowledgment.”

“A testament to the significance of Alex’s achievement,” Raoul noted with evident satisfaction. “Swordmaster at fourteen—following the founder’s own timeline rather than…” He caught himself, diplomatic training finally overriding personal sentiment.

“Rather than establishing new records,” Roman completed, frost patterns briefly forming beneath his teacup. “Each generation finds its own path to excellence.”

The conversation continued into practical details of tomorrow’s ceremony—arrival sequences, formal presentations, seating arrangements for distinguished guests. Throughout this exchange, Alex noted that Roman carefully avoided specific discussion of Klaus beyond brief acknowledgment that he would attend. This deliberate omission suggested careful management of potentially volatile family dynamics rather than diplomatic oversight.

“Your performance tomorrow carries significance beyond ceremonial demonstration,” Roman stated as their discussion neared conclusion. “Continental observers will evaluate not merely technical capability but potential implications for future developments.”

“My son understands diplomatic complexities,” Raoul asserted confidently. “His advancement through Éclair’s ranks demonstrated both martial capability and political acumen.”

Roman’s gaze remained fixed on Alex, ice blue eyes conveying assessment beyond paternal pride’s limitations. “Remember that true mastery reveals itself through controlled application rather than overwhelming display,” he advised, frost patterns briefly forming before receding. “Restraint often communicates more than excess.”

“I understand, Grandfather,” Alex replied, the simple acknowledgment carrying recognition of the warning beneath familial advice.

As they prepared to conclude their meeting, Raoul’s expression softened with uncharacteristic openness. “Your mother wished me to convey her pride,” he stated, referencing Alex’s mother who had remained at their family estate rather than attending the ceremony. “Her health prevents travel, but her thoughts are with you.”

This unexpected personal note momentarily disrupted Alex’s carefully maintained composure. His mother’s chronic condition had worsened in recent years, gradually restricting her activities until formal ceremonies became impossible for her to attend. That Raoul would reference her sentiment represented rare acknowledgment of personal matters beneath political considerations.

“Please convey my appreciation for her thoughts,” Alex responded, genuine emotion briefly visible beneath diplomatic courtesy.

Roman observed this exchange with expression that revealed nothing of his thoughts, though the frost patterns around him momentarily receded. “Rest tonight,” he concluded, rising to indicate their meeting had reached natural conclusion. “Tomorrow’s ceremony begins earlier than traditional protocols would suggest.”

As they departed the Imperial Chamber, Raoul walked alongside his son while Melo followed at discreet distance. “You’ve accomplished what many considered impossible,” Raoul stated, paternal pride undiminished by diplomatic considerations. “When Ludovic reached swordmaster status at seventeen, the family celebrated for a week. Yenova matched his achievement at the same age, confirming the direct line’s potential.”

Alex heard the unspoken continuation—that Ludovic’s subsequent fall and Klaus’s unprecedented advancement had disrupted established hierarchies within family dynamics. Now his own achievement at fourteen represented realignment that potentially restored traditional balance.

“Tomorrow represents more than recognition,” Raoul continued, voice lowered though not beyond Melo’s hearing capacity. “It establishes foundation for future advancement beyond what others might achieve despite unusual advantages.”

The reference to Klaus’s transformation remained deliberately oblique yet unmistakable. Alex maintained careful neutrality, though Pride’s presence within their shared consciousness assessed Raoul’s statement with analytical precision.

Your father perceives competition where true transformation transcends conventional hierarchies, Pride observed. Limited understanding shaped by traditional ambition rather than recognition of fundamental change.

As they reached the junction where Raoul would depart toward family quarters while Alex continued toward guest accommodations, his father clasped his shoulder once more. “Tomorrow, the Seven Monarchies witness true Lionhart potential—disciplined advancement through established methods rather than chaotic disruption of natural order.”

With that final statement—simultaneously paternal pride and political positioning—Raoul departed, leaving Alex to continue alongside Melo toward accommodations prepared for distinguished visitors.

Your father’s ambitions remain constrained by conventional understanding, Pride noted as they traversed corridors toward the estate’s eastern wing. He perceives swordmaster status as achievement itself rather than foundation for transcendence beyond human limitation.

Alex nodded slightly, maintaining outward appearance of appropriate composure while absorbing the implications of his father’s unexpected presence during what should have been formal meeting with the Patriarch. Raoul’s involvement suggested political maneuvering beyond mere familial pride—positioning Alex’s achievement within larger context of family dynamics and continental politics.

“Your father’s enthusiasm represents natural pride,” Melo observed unexpectedly, breaking customary silence as they approached guest chambers. “Though perspective sometimes narrows with excessive focus.”

The subtle warning from Roman’s most trusted enforcer suggested awareness beyond what diplomatic courtesy would normally permit—recognition that tomorrow’s ceremony carried implications beyond what Raoul’s ambitions might encompass.

“I understand,” Alex replied, acknowledging the advisory without elaboration.

As he entered luxurious accommodations prepared for distinguished visitors, Alex absorbed complex implications of upcoming ceremony. Tomorrow would bring continental authorities to witness not merely recognition of his achievement but potential contrast between fundamentally different paths to transcendence—his controlled partnership with Pride versus whatever Klaus had become during his transformation.

Tomorrow provides opportunity beyond initial calculation, Pride observed, satisfaction radiating through their shared connection. Assembled witnesses represent continental authority rather than merely imperial assessment.

Alex nodded, anticipation building within his enhanced frame as daylight faded across the estate. Tomorrow would bring his first encounter with Klaus’s transformed state—not through direct confrontation but observation within shared ceremonial space.

Behind carefully controlled features, determination solidified within vessel no longer entirely human. The systematic advancement calculated so precisely had created foundation necessary for whatever future might unfold. Whatever Klaus had become through chaotic transformation, Alex had achieved through disciplined partnership—controlled enhancement rather than unpredictable consumption.

Tomorrow, everything would change.