The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family

Chapter 72 - 72

klaus observed the entire audience rising to their feet and applauding him, his expression remaining composed despite the overwhelming acknowledgment. deep down, he harbored a sense of detachment towards their applause, recognizing that some may have been driven by obligation rather than genuine admiration, particularly with the patriarch standing and leading the applause.

"as the top ranker, i will fulfill one of your requests," roman lionhart declared with a dignified tone, his voice resonating with authority throughout the arena. "whether it’s a swordsmanship manuscript, mana accumulation, or footwork manuscript, regardless of the grade, you will be entitled to one."

"thank you, my lord," klaus replied, his voice steady but his mind roiling with frustration. his hand rested over his chest in a gesture of respect, but inwardly, he seethed. how dare they interfere with his plans, sealing his arcane core and robbing him of the opportunity to demand retribution for his family’s humiliation? the indignity of his parents being relegated to the commoner section, the disdainful treatment they endured – it all fueled his desire for justice.

as he stood before the applauding audience, a bitter taste lingered in his mouth. the claps, though thunderous, felt hollow to him. were they truly acknowledging his prowess, or merely adhering to social decorum in the presence of the lionhart patriarch? klaus couldn’t shake the feeling of resentment, the gnawing sense of injustice.

his thoughts drifted back to his thwarted plan, the vision of making a member of the direct line kneel before his parents, begging for forgiveness. it was a fantasy of vindication, of reclaiming his family’s honor. but alex’s interference had shattered that dream, leaving klaus grasping at the remnants of his shattered pride.

yet, amidst the turmoil of his emotions, a familiar sound pierced through the haze of his thoughts. the melodic chime echoed in his mind, a beacon of clarity amid the chaos. klaus’s gaze hardened, determination flickering in his eyes.

*ding*

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as klaus received the message notification, a dark smile curled at the corners of his mouth. finally, an opportunity to unleash the full extent of his abilities, to make them understand the depth of their mistake in underestimating him.

"my lord," klaus addressed roman lionhart with practiced politeness, his tone belying the storm of emotions brewing within him. "since i ranked first in all the tests, i trust you haven’t forgotten my initial request."

"but you still hurt him, klaus," roman remarked, resting his head on his left hand while observing klaus with a cold gaze.

"i did, simply because he was weaker than i expected," klaus lied through his teeth, though he knew alex was far from weak, especially with the arkdieu pride boosting his stats.

"you believe alex was weak?" roman inquired, raising an eyebrow. the onlookers were baffled by klaus’s assertion, having witnessed alex’s display of power that surpassed his age.

"in my standard, he was fairly weak," klaus replied with a steely glint in his eyes, his voice laced with unwavering confidence, sending a shiver down the spines of some members of the audience.

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’is that confidence or simply arrogance?’ roman pondered silently, his brows furrowing as he mulled over klaus’s response.

roman’s disappointment hung heavy in the air, evident in the crease of his brow and the subtle downturn of his lips. his voice, though unintentionally raised, carried a weight of concern and frustration.

"if we go through with your request," roman began, his tone sharper than intended, "you will be facing someone with real battle experience. they’ve faced life and death, fought against humans and beasts alike, and risked their life for the lionhart name every day! how do you expect to bridge this gap in experience?"

the atmosphere around klaus shifted palpably, an eerie stillness descending upon the arena as his eyes took on a glint of icy blue.

"experience is nothing in the face of overwhelming power," klaus retorted with a chilling calmness, his voice cutting through the tension with an air of cold confidence.

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