The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family
Chapter 256 - 256: The Seven Sins Meeting

Moonlight sliced through stained glass, painting fractured colors across the circular chamber. Six figures occupied ornate chairs surrounding a polished obsidian table, each seat positioned precisely equidistant from the others. The seventh chair—empty since the incident—cast a shadow longer than mere absence could explain.

No names were spoken here. No official titles acknowledged. Only the designations that bound them to their shared purpose.

"Shall we address the void first?" The figure draped in crimson robes gestured toward the empty seat. "Our circle remains broken."

The question hung in air thick with incense and power. Suspended crystal lanterns cast their light downward, deliberately leaving the chamber's vaulted ceiling in darkness. What watched from above remained mercifully unseen.

"The Icarus representative remains... unavailable," replied a slender woman whose face remained obscured behind an ornate silver mask. Only her eyes were visible—violet irises with pupils contracted to pinpoints despite the chamber's dim illumination. "Captured during the Lionhart operation to rescue the boy. Their interrogation techniques are notoriously effective."

"What concerns me is not the captured representative," said the largest figure, whose massive frame seemed barely contained by the ancient chair. Intricate tattoos pulsed beneath his skin, their patterns shifting with each labored breath. "It's the complete silence from remaining Icarus leadership. No communication. No realignment attempts. No recovery operations for their captured member."

"Unprecedented behavior," agreed the figure wearing a crown of thorns. Their voice carried the rasping quality of someone who had once survived hanging. "The cult's disappearance contradicts established protocols. Even under compromise, contingency communication was expected."

The smallest member—a child in appearance though certainly not in nature—giggled, the sound entirely devoid of mirth. "Perhaps they found something more interesting than us." Their fingers danced across the table's surface, leaving frost patterns that evaporated instantly against the obsidian. "Or something found them."

"We've monitored the Lionhart Estate since the Klaus incident," reported the masked woman. "Energy signatures have been... anomalous. Whatever transformed during the boy's captivity exceeds our previous understanding."

The sixth figure had remained silent until now. When they finally spoke, the temperature in the chamber dropped noticeably. "Twenty-seven confirmed sightings across northeastern territories." Their words emerged as vapor in the suddenly chilled air. "Black wingspan exceeding mature griffon parameters. Movement patterns inconsistent with known species. A Night Dragon..."

The revelation generated a momentary stillness as its implications settled upon them.

"The timing aligns with the boy's rescue," observed Thorn Crown. "And Icarus communication ceased precisely three days after his return to Lionhart custody."

"A Night Dragon bonded to Klaus Lionhart," Crimson Robes mused, fingers steepled beneath his chin. "The implications are... significant."

The child-figure's giggle pierced the silence again. "The youngest swordmaster in recorded history now commands a creature of darkness. How deliciously ironic for the great imperial family."

"His cousin now achieves swordmaster at fourteen," the masked woman noted. "Another prodigy from the same bloodline. The Lionhart genetic potential appears to be accelerating rather than declining—contrary to patterns observed in other ancient houses."

The massive tattooed figure leaned forward, his chair groaning beneath the shifted weight. "Tomorrow's recognition ball gathers all Seven Monarchies to observe this latest achievement. The Beast Emperor attends personally rather than sending representation. Continental powers coordinate assessment without consulting our circle."

"Balance shifts," stated the frigid figure simply. "Our counterweight weakens while their fulcrum strengthens."

The observation produced heavy silence. For centuries, the Seven Sins had maintained equilibrium against the Seven Monarchies—direct opposition creating stability through balanced tension across the Runiya continent. Each monarchy directly countered by a corresponding organization operating through dark methodologies. The Seven Monarchies represented light, order, and imperial structure while the Seven Sins embodied darkness, chaos, and necessary destabilization—perfect balance sustaining continental civilization through controlled opposition.

Now that balance teetered.

"The Lionhart bloodline produces two exceptional deviations within single generation," Crimson Robes summarized. "Klaus achieves Swordmaster status at twelve, then undergoes a transformation of unimaginable scale. His cousin Alex matches the Lionhart founder's timeline by reaching swordmaster at fourteen. Their combined potential creates unprecedented concentration of power within single bloodline.""

"Meanwhile, our Icarus representative is captured, their leadership disappears, and communication ceases entirely," added the masked woman. "Balance collapses toward imperial advantage unless correction occurs."

The child-figure's perpetual smile widened unnaturally. "Fortunately, replacements have presented themselves. Three organizations demonstrate potential for inclusion within our circle."

"The Crimson Path shows promise," Thorn Crown acknowledged. "Their methodology aligns with necessary opposition principles without risking continental destabilization."

"The Whispering Court possesses infiltration capabilities that might prove useful," added the masked woman. "Though their ultimate objectives remain somewhat... ambiguous."

"And then there's the Obsidian Hand," stated the frigid figure. "Newer than the others, but demonstrating unusual effectiveness. Their leadership claims particular interest in tomorrow's events."

The massive tattooed figure produced a sealed document from within his robes. "This arrived through specialized channels earlier today. The Obsidian Hand offers demonstration of their qualification during tomorrow's recognition ball."

"Bold," observed Crimson Robes, examining the obsidian seal impressed upon black wax. "Perhaps excessively so."

"Desperation demands decisive action," countered the masked woman. "Continental powers gather while our circle remains incomplete. Perfect opportunity for evaluation under authentic conditions."

"Their leader claims capability to disrupt the demonstration between the young swordmaster and Varek," continued the tattooed figure. "Direct challenge within imperial territory during maximum security protocols."

The child-figure clapped their hands together with unnerving enthusiasm. "Oh, how wonderful! Nothing impresses quite like public humiliation of imperial pride."

"If they succeed," Thorn Crown cautioned. "Failure under such conditions would draw undesirable attention toward remaining organizational structures."

"Risk creates opportunity for proper assessment," the frigid figure stated. "Success demonstrates worthiness for inclusion. Failure eliminates unqualified candidate without compromising established operations."

After deliberation that extended through several incense cycles, agreement solidified among the six. The Obsidian Hand would receive tacit approval for their demonstration, neither assisted nor hindered by existing structures. Their performance tomorrow would determine whether the empty seventh chair might soon be filled—balance potentially restored through new counterweight against imperial consolidation.

As their meeting concluded, the massive tattooed figure raised one final concern. "Something remains unexplained. The Icarus cult invested significant resources in Klaus Lionhart's transformation. What objective justified such expenditure only to abandon both subject and organization afterward?"

"Perhaps what they achieved went far past what anyone dared to expect," suggested the child-figure, smile stretching impossibly wide. "Perhaps what returned from that transformation wasn't entirely the boy they captured."

"More concerning," added the masked woman, "is what might have followed him back."

The implication settled across the chamber like physical weight. If the Night Dragon represented merely visible manifestation of deeper transformation—if something ancient had awakened through Klaus Lionhart's altered form—the continental balance might face a disruption too great for conventional forces to mend.

"We observe tomorrow's demonstration with particular attention," declared Crimson Robes, rising to indicate their meeting's conclusion. "Each of our organizations will send one observer to infiltrate the ball—positioned strategically to monitor both the young swordmaster's performance and his transformed cousin's attendance. Should the Obsidian Hand prove worthy, their inclusion restores numerical balance. Should deeper complications manifest through Klaus Lionhart's presence, contingency measures may become necessary."

The six figures departed through separate exits, leaving the seventh chair in darkness. Throughout their discussion, none had directly approached that empty seat. None had acknowledged the subtle distortion in space surrounding its abandoned position—a warping in reality's fabric like heat rising from sun-baked stones.

None commented on how the chair's shadow sometimes moved independently of light sources, or how there were moments it appeared to hold more depth than the laws of nature should allow.

The empty chair awaited its next occupant. Whether the Obsidian Hand would claim that position remained to be determined.

What watched from the darkness above departed last, its presence marked only by momentary pressure change as the chamber door sealed behind entities never formally acknowledged within Seven Sins protocols.

Tomorrow, everything would change.