The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family

Chapter 110: Dudu(2)

As the swirling dark light began to fade, the training ground was left in an eerie silence, broken only by the slow emergence of a creature unlike anything the trainees had ever seen. From the shattered remains of the egg, a small, winged figure stood, shrouded in shadows. Its wings were sleek and black, the feathers tapering off into a mist-like darkness that seemed to absorb the light around it. Atop its head gleamed a crown of golden horns, sharp and intricate, glowing faintly like embers in the dusk.

The creature wasn’t enormous, but its presence was commanding. It exuded an aura of power that belied its size, a dark energy that made the air feel heavy and suffocating. Its wings twitched, and the shadows beneath it began to writhe, crawling across the ground as if the creature itself controlled the very fabric of darkness.

And then it roared.

The sound tore through the air like a violent storm, a piercing, primal cry that reverberated across the entire Lionhart Youth Training Grounds. The force of the roar was so intense that every trainee instinctively clamped their hands over their ears, wincing as the sound rattled their bones. It was the kind of roar that spoke of ancient power, of a creature that had no equal.

When the deafening sound finally faded, the entire ground was left in stunned silence. All eyes were locked on the creature standing before Klaus, their expressions ranging from shock to pure awe.

"What… what is that?" a voice finally whispered from the crowd, trembling with uncertainty.

The answer was on the tip of everyone’s tongue, but no one dared to say it. It wasn’t the baby griffon they had expected. It wasn’t anything remotely close. The small, ominous creature was something entirely different—something far more dangerous.

"A… dragon," someone finally whispered, their voice filled with disbelief.

"A baby dragon," another added, the weight of those words sinking into everyone present.

Rick, their instructor, was the first to truly grasp the gravity of the situation. His face had gone pale, and his eyes were wide with fear. Dragons—especially dark dragons—were supposed to be extinct. The mere sight of one was enough to send shivers down his spine. For centuries, dragons had been a race spoken of only in legends, their kind hunted to extinction by the combined efforts of various kingdoms. And yet, here one stood, alive, breathing, and very much real.

The creature before them was no ordinary dragon either. Its dark energy, the shadows that it seemed to command, all pointed to one unmistakable truth: it was a dark dragon, the rarest and most feared of all dragon species.

"Dragons were supposed to be extinct," Rick muttered, his voice hoarse. His mind was racing, struggling to make sense of the impossible. "A dark dragon? How can this be?"

The trainees around him began to murmur amongst themselves, the excitement and curiosity in their voices palpable. They shuffled closer, wanting to get a better look at the baby dragon, their fear momentarily forgotten in the face of such an extraordinary creature. The baby dragon, however, seemed unfazed by the attention. It simply gazed up at Klaus, its golden eyes glowing with a soft, intelligent light.

The ominous energy that had filled the air moments earlier slowly dissipated, and in its place was something unexpected—gentleness. The once-ferocious beast now looked… cute. The baby dragon rubbed its head against Klaus’s hand, as if seeking comfort. Klaus, who had remained calm throughout the entire ordeal, slowly began to stroke the dragon’s head, his touch gentle and reassuring. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as the creature leaned into his touch, its dark wings folding against its small frame.

"D-r-a-gon?" Rick stammered, still unable to fully process what he was seeing. "It’s… a dragon?"

The disbelief in his voice mirrored the shock rippling through the rest of the trainees. Dragons were not supposed to exist, and yet one was standing right in front of them, nuzzling Klaus’s hand like a domesticated animal.

"It’s impossible," Rick continued, his eyes fixed on the dragon. "Dark dragons… they’re extinct. They have been for centuries."

But there it was, the living proof that the world still held secrets far beyond their understanding. The reality of the situation began to sink in. A dragon—no, a *dark* dragon—was now bound to one of the trainees. The implications were staggering, and Rick knew the risks all too well. The appearance of such a creature would cause waves throughout the continent, and the powers that be wouldn’t take kindly to such a revelation.

Klaus, however, seemed completely unbothered by the growing tension. His blue eyes remained calm as they traced the baby dragon’s delicate features, as if this was something he had expected all along. His connection to the creature felt natural, unforced, and the dragon clearly reciprocated the bond, its golden eyes glowing with trust as it continued to rub against his hand.

The other trainees couldn’t contain their curiosity any longer. They inched closer, whispering among themselves, their wide eyes darting between Klaus and the dragon. Some were too shocked to speak, their faces pale with disbelief, while others wore expressions of pure fascination.

"Is it really a dragon?" one of the younger trainees asked, his voice trembling with excitement. "I’ve never seen anything like it!"

"It can’t be," another trainee replied, though his voice lacked conviction. "Dragons don’t exist anymore. They’re just myths."

But the evidence was undeniable, and as the trainees closed in, their murmurs filled the training ground like the buzzing of bees.

Nicholas, who had been standing quietly at the back, remained unmoved by the spectacle. His eyes, sharp and calculating, flicked to the baby dragon with only passing interest. He had seen enough in his many lifetimes to know that the appearance of a dragon—while rare—was not impossible. He simply crossed his arms and waited, his expression indifferent to the chaos unfolding around him.

Alex, on the other hand, was curious, though his pride kept him from joining the crowd that had now surrounded Klaus. He observed from a distance, his eyes narrowing in thought. A dragon… that would certainly change things. He could feel a flicker of jealousy, but he pushed it aside. Klaus had earned this moment, whatever it meant.

Rick, still frozen in place, stared at the dragon with a mix of awe and dread. His mind raced with possibilities, each one more dangerous than the last.

"Did Klaus already form a contract with it?" Rick thought, panic bubbling beneath his calm exterior. "If he hasn’t… then maybe there’s still a way to handle this without causing a bloodbath."

But deep down, Rick knew the truth. The bond between Klaus and the dragon was unmistakable. The way the creature looked at him, the way it responded to his touch—it was already too late. A contract had been formed, and there would be no undoing it.

The only question that remained was what would come next.