The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family

The silence following Klaus's intervention was absolute. Throughout the banquet hall, frozen explosions hung suspended like crimson sculptures, defying both gravity and comprehension. The assembled dignitaries stared at the impossible display, their minds struggling to process what their eyes reported.

Sabrina observed the suspended destruction with genuine fascination, her crimson eyes reflecting the motionless flames with something approaching delight. Where others saw impossibility, she recognized technique of extraordinary sophistication.

"How fascinating," she murmured, her voice carrying musical appreciation despite the deadly circumstances. "Though I suspect most of your audience believes you've accomplished something far more dramatic than reality."

She descended another step on her shadow-staircase, bringing herself closer to Klaus's position at the center of the frozen chaos. Her expression held the amused interest of connoisseur encountering masterwork.

"They think you've stopped time itself," she continued, gesturing toward the suspended explosions with elegant fingers. "Such a romantic notion. But what you've actually accomplished is far more impressive to those who understand the underlying mechanics."

Klaus remained perfectly still, his hand extended toward the frozen destruction while crystalline eyes tracked Sabrina's descent. The temperature around him continued to drop, frost patterns spreading outward in geometric precision that suggested mathematical rather than merely instinctive control.

"You haven't halted temporal flow," Sabrina explained with the tone of professor delivering lecture to attentive students. "You've achieved something considerably more sophisticated—complete manipulation of mana particle density and momentum within defined spatial parameters. Every fragment of magical energy comprising those explosions has been individually seized and held in perfect stasis."

Her analysis revealed understanding that transcended conventional magical education. Where most observers saw impossible feat, she recognized technical achievement of staggering complexity.

"The precision required for such control defies conventional classification," she mused, studying the suspended crimson energy with professional appreciation. "Each mana particle must be individually tracked and manipulated while maintaining perfect coordination across thousands of simultaneous calculations. It's not temporal manipulation—it's absolute dominion over fundamental forces of magical reality."

Throughout the chamber, those capable of understanding magical theory began to grasp the true scope of what Klaus had accomplished. Complete control over mana particles required not just extraordinary power but computational capability that exceeded normal consciousness entirely.

Sabrina's expression shifted from amusement to genuine curiosity as implications struck her. "What exactly was the Icarus cult attempting to summon that required such unprecedented control over mana as side effect? This level of manipulation suggests transformation far beyond their documented capabilities."

She paused, crimson eyes narrowing as she studied Klaus with renewed intensity. "Unless their ritual achieved something entirely different from their stated objectives."

Klaus's response came not through words but action. He slowly closed his extended hand into fist, fingers contracting with deliberate precision that suggested absolute control over every aspect of the suspended destruction.

The effect was breathtaking. As his hand closed, the frozen explosions began moving backward—not merely stopping but actively reversing their expansion. Crimson energy flowed inward like time itself had been set to reverse, fragments of destroyed bodies reassembling with impossible precision.

The visual was profoundly unsettling. Where normal magic might dissipate or redirect energy, Klaus was literally undoing the explosions—rewinding causality itself through sheer manipulation of underlying mana structures. The technique transcended conventional understanding of what magical control could achieve.

As the reversed explosions condensed inward, they transformed from chaotic destruction into perfect sphere of compressed energy no larger than marble. The crimson orb pulsed with contained power that had moments before threatened to annihilate dozens of continental dignitaries.

Klaus opened his hand, revealing the tiny sphere resting on his palm like captured star. With casual gesture that belied the technique's incredible complexity, he dispersed the compressed energy completely. The orb simply vanished, taking with it every trace of Sabrina's devastating attack.

The assembled audience stared in stunned silence. Even Sabrina's confident expression faltered momentarily, her crimson eyes widening with genuine surprise. Whatever she had expected from Klaus's capabilities, this level of control exceeded her calculations.

"Impossible," whispered Lord Penrose, his voice barely audible despite the chamber's perfect acoustics. "No one can reverse magical effects of that magnitude."

Similar murmurs spread through those capable of speech, shock overriding diplomatic restraint as nobles and military representatives struggled to comprehend what they had witnessed. Even the Beast Emperor's golden eyes showed rare uncertainty, his ritual markings pulsing with agitated patterns beneath his ceremonial attire.

Alex watched these reactions with growing frustration that burned like acid in his chest. Once again, Klaus had commanded absolute attention through display of impossible capability. The recognition ball intended to celebrate Alex's achievement had become showcase for his cousin's overwhelming superiority.

Every eye in the chamber focused on Klaus. Every whispered conversation centered on his incredible feat. Even Sabrina Petrova—legendary Blood Witch whose return from death should have dominated all attention—found herself momentarily overshadowed by the scope of his demonstration.

The familiar sensation of inadequacy rose within Alex like bile. Despite Pride's enhancement, despite achieving swordmaster status at fourteen, despite transcending normal human limitation through communion with cosmic entity—Klaus remained effortlessly superior in every meaningful comparison.

Pride's golden energy churned within him, the entity's own frustration bleeding through their shared consciousness. Even an Arkdieu found itself diminished by proximity to Klaus's overwhelming presence.

As Alex struggled with these emotions, he noticed something crucial. Sabrina's momentary shock had disrupted her perfect control. The paralysis holding him motionless flickered like candle flame in sudden breeze. For heartbeat, perhaps two, her attention was completely focused on Klaus rather than maintaining her supernatural constraint over the assembly.

The opportunity lasted mere seconds, but Alex had been enhanced beyond normal human reaction time. Pride's influence accelerated his thoughts and movements, allowing him to seize the brief window with precision that bordered on prescience.

He exploded into motion with speed that defied conventional observation. In single fluid movement, he retrieved Sovereign's Reach from where it had been abandoned during the paralysis, the familiar weight settling into his grip with practiced ease.

Solid blue aura erupted around the blade as Alex channeled his enhanced capabilities without restraint. The light was brilliant and terrible, revealing the true extent of power he had carefully concealed throughout his advancement. This was no mere swordmaster's energy—this was something far more dangerous.

His dash toward Sabrina covered the distance with impossible speed, leaving streak of blue light in his wake as he closed on target. The blade swept toward her neck in arc calculated for instantaneous decapitation, enhanced strength and supernatural speed combining for strike that should have ended threat before she could react.

For moment that seemed to stretch beyond normal duration, success appeared certain. Alex's enhanced capabilities, combined with element of surprise and Sabrina's momentary distraction, created perfect conditions for decisive strike.

The blue-wreathed blade traced its lethal path through air with mathematical precision, approaching crimson-haired target whose attention remained fixed on Klaus's impossible demonstration. Victory seemed assured through combination of perfect timing and overwhelming force.

Until Sabrina's finger moved with casual precision, intercepting the descending blade with contact so gentle it seemed almost accidental.

The sword stopped completely. Not deflected or redirected, but held motionless as though striking immovable mountain rather than single extended digit. Alex's enhanced strength, Pride's supernatural augmentation, the accumulated momentum of his impossible charge—all rendered meaningless by contact with something that defied conventional understanding of physical law.

Sabrina turned her head toward him with expression of mild curiosity, as though noticing interesting insect that had landed unexpectedly on her hand. Her crimson eyes met his with amusement that carried no trace of concern despite blade resting against her finger.

"How adorable," she murmured, her voice carrying that same musical quality despite the potentially lethal situation. "Such impressive speed and technique. Though perhaps you should have waited for more appropriate opportunity."