The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family

Chapter 114: The Grand Ball of Lionhart

Roman Lionhart sat in the grand throne room, his towering figure resting comfortably on the golden throne shaped like a lion’s head. His fingers drummed rhythmically on the armrests as he gazed out over the massive expanse of the hall. Sunlight streamed through the tall, stained-glass windows, casting vibrant colors across the floor like a living mosaic. The grandeur of the room reflected the power of the Lionhart family—rulers of one of the most influential houses on the continent, and the seat of an ancient legacy that stretched back for millennia.

Today, however, Roman’s thoughts were not on politics, strategy, or even warfare. He was thinking of Klaus.

A proud smile played across his lips as he thought of the news Rick had delivered earlier. Klaus, his grandson, had done the impossible. He had become the youngest Swordsmaster in the history of the Runiya Continent. And not only that, but Klaus had also bonded with a Black Dragon—a feat that even Roman, with all his years of experience, could scarcely believe.

"To think the boy would come this far," Roman mused aloud, his voice echoing in the empty room.

He knew that Klaus had always been special, but this—this was extraordinary. Roman’s pride swelled with each passing moment, his thoughts already drifting toward how the family would celebrate this unprecedented achievement. There had been balls before, grand galas to commemorate victories and alliances, but this... This required something different. Something grander. Something legendary.

"Samuel!" Roman’s voice thundered across the hall like a crack of thunder.

The air shimmered, and within seconds, the figure of Samuel, the head butler of the Lionhart estate, materialized before him. Samuel was a tall, distinguished man, his white hair neatly combed back, his attire immaculate as always. His calm demeanor never wavered, no matter how intense the situation might be.

"My lord," Samuel said, bowing deeply.

"I trust you’ve heard the news?" Roman said, leaning forward in his throne, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Yes, my lord. Young Master Klaus has achieved the rank of Swordsmaster, and at such a young age. Truly remarkable," Samuel replied, his tone measured, but even he couldn’t hide the glimmer of admiration in his voice.

"Remarkable is an understatement," Roman said, standing up from the throne. He began to pace, his hands clasped behind his back. "It is a moment that will be etched into the history books of this continent. The youngest Swordsmaster! No one—no one—has ever accomplished such a feat at such a tender age, nor even the founding patriarch"

Samuel remained silent, knowing Roman was not finished.

"My lord," Samuel ventured carefully, "there is still the matter of the Black Dragon."

Roman’s eyes darkened, and he turned back to face his butler. "What of it?"

"The young master may be in danger if news of the Black Dragon becomes widely known. There are... those who would see it as a threat. A Black Dragon is not something to be taken lightly, even by the most powerful families."

Roman’s face hardened. "Let them try."

"My lord—"

"If anyone dares to challenge my family, my grandson, over this," Roman growled, his voice low and dangerous, "I will erase them from the face of the continent. Their houses, their lands, their legacies—I will wipe them all away without hesitation."

The temperature in the room seemed to drop as Roman’s words hung in the air. Even Samuel, who had served the Lionhart family for decades, felt a chill run down his spine. There was a reason Roman was feared and respected across Runiya. His power was unmatched, and his ruthlessness in protecting his family was legendary.

After a moment, Samuel straightened and gave a small nod. "I understand, my lord. I will ensure that security is at its highest during the ball. No one will harm the young master while under the protection of Lionhart Castle."

Roman’s expression softened slightly, though the fire in his eyes remained. "Good. See to it that the preparations begin at once. I want the finest artisans and craftsmen brought here immediately. The world will witness the grandeur of the Lionhart family, and they will know that Klaus is not to be trifled with."

Samuel bowed once more. "As you command, my lord."

With that, the butler turned and swiftly exited the throne room, his mind already racing with the tasks ahead. Roman watched him leave, his heart still swelling with pride for his grandson. This ball would be more than a celebration—it would be a declaration of power. A reminder to the entire continent that the Lionhart family stood at the pinnacle of strength and influence.

Roman turned back to the window, a satisfied smile on his lips.

*Klaus...* he thought, *the world will know your name.*