The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family

Chapter 126 The Legacy of the Saint

The Annex Mansion, nestled on the outskirts of the Lionhart Estate, was a place of solace for Klaus. The towering structure, built in the old imperial style with high archways and pristine white stone, felt isolated from the suffocating expectations of the main estate. It was here that Klaus had retreated for his three days off, granted after the events at the grand ballroom. For once, he was free of the incessant drilling and the prying eyes of the Lionhart Youth Training Grounds.

The quiet of the mansion suited him. Most of the servants respected his solitude, and the sprawling gardens provided a place to think.

Sitting by the library window, Klaus sipped on his tea while flipping through a book on ancient magic theory. He relished the rare moment of stillness—until the sound of hurried footsteps reached his ears. A familiar voice broke the silence.

"I swear, you're impossible to find!" Alexandra's voice carried through the room as she stepped into the library, her red hair catching the golden light filtering through the windows.

Klaus didn't bother looking up from his book. "It's not that I'm hard to find. You just don't know where to look."

Alexandra crossed her arms and gave him a pointed stare. "Funny. I could say the same about you at the gala. Slipping away so quickly—it's like you were trying to avoid me."

Klaus finally glanced up, meeting her eyes. "You seemed busy enough fending off people who wanted to talk about your exploits."

Alexandra smirked, dropping into a chair opposite him. "I do have quite a reputation, don't I? But don't think you're off the hook. I wanted to speak to you that night, and you dodged me."

Klaus sighed, setting the book aside. "I wasn't dodging you. The gala wasn't exactly... my favorite place to be." Continue your journey with My Virtual Library Empire

Alexandra leaned back, her teasing demeanor fading slightly. "You're not wrong. That kind of event always feels suffocating. Too many eyes, too many expectations."

Her tone softened as she added, "Though, I was surprised by how much attention you drew. The Lionhart family hasn't hosted something like that in your honor since... ever."

Klaus shrugged. "I didn't ask for it."

"You never do," Alexandra said, a hint of pride in her voice. "But you earned it. That duel with Caidon—you've come a long way, Klaus."

He looked at her, noting the sincerity in her expression. "Coming from you, that almost sounds like praise."

"Don't let it go to your head," she said with a grin. "You're still my little cousin, after all."

"Speaking of Aunt Elisabeth," Alexandra said, her eyes narrowing slightly. "She looked... different at the gala. Is there something you're not telling me?"

Klaus hesitated, knowing what she was hinting at. "She's... expecting."

Alexandra blinked, stunned. "Expecting? As in... she's pregnant?"

Klaus nodded.

Alexandra's surprise quickly gave way to concern. "Why didn't anyone tell me? It's been months since I've seen her, but still... I should have known."

"It wasn't exactly public knowledge," Klaus said. "You know how the family is. She didn't want to draw too much attention."

"Still," Alexandra murmured, her brows furrowing. "A baby... that's incredible. But also risky. Is she okay? Is someone looking after her?"

Klaus met her gaze, his voice steady. "I'm watching over her. She's fine."

Alexandra studied him for a moment before nodding, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I'm glad. She deserves happiness after everything."

As the conversation drifted, Alexandra's playful demeanor returned, but Klaus could sense the underlying tension in her. They both carried the weight of the Lionhart name in different ways—Klaus as the son of a fallen noble branch, and Alexandra as the daughter of a saint whose shadow loomed over her every step.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, Alexandra stood, stretching her arms with a satisfied sigh. "Well, I suppose I should let you get back to your brooding."

Klaus smirked. "Don't you have some heroic mission to rush off to?"

"Not yet," she replied with a grin. "But soon enough. Duty calls."

She paused at the door, turning back to him. "You've changed, Klaus. I saw it at the gala, and I see it now. Whatever happens next... just don't lose sight of who you are."

Before he could respond, she was gone, her presence lingering in the quiet library. Klaus returned to his seat by the window, his thoughts heavy but his resolve firm. Whatever challenges lay ahead, he would face them as he always had—one step at a time.