The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family

Chapter 116: The Haunting of Klaus

It had been three nights now. Three long, agonizing nights since the nightmares began. Klaus sat up in bed, staring blankly at the wall in front of him. His body ached from exhaustion, but his mind was too restless to allow him peace. Sleep had become a battleground—his dreams, no longer just the whimsical illusions of the unconscious mind, had turned into something much darker.

They felt more like memories.

Each night, the same horrifying scenes played out: seas of blood, crumbling cities, and the haunting pleas of people he didn’t know but somehow felt responsible for. Faces that blurred together in fear, eyes wide with terror, hands reaching out in desperation. The woman—always that woman, kneeling at his feet, her tear-streaked face begging for mercy.

"Please... spare me."

Klaus closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to shake the voice from his mind. No matter how hard he tried, the words wouldn’t leave him. He could still feel her desperation, her despair, as if the moment had been etched into his soul.

Beside him, Dudu stirred, sensing his distress. The small black dragon had been his constant companion during these sleepless nights, its presence providing some comfort in the midst of the chaos swirling inside his mind. Dudu nudged Klaus with its snout, letting out a soft growl as if to reassure him.

Klaus sighed and gently stroked the dragon’s head. "It’s getting worse," he muttered, his voice hoarse from lack of sleep. "These dreams... they feel too real, Dudu. Like I’m reliving something I’ve forgotten."

The dragon’s golden eyes flickered with understanding. Though it was still young, there was an intelligence behind its gaze that made Klaus feel as though Dudu knew more than it let on.

Klaus lay back down, staring at the ceiling as fragments of the latest nightmare flashed in his mind. This time, the woman hadn’t just pleaded for her life—she had cursed him.

"You’ve already killed everyone. Why should I be any different?"

The words had echoed in his ears, and as much as Klaus had wanted to stop it, his body had moved on its own. His fingers had clicked, and her head had exploded in a gruesome burst of blood and bone. He had woken up drenched in sweat, his breath coming in sharp gasps, his hands trembling.

But it wasn’t fear that had startled him awake—it was the overwhelming familiarity of it all. The feeling that this wasn’t just some random dream his mind had concocted. This was something else. Something from his past. Something he had done.

Dudu let out a low growl, drawing Klaus back to the present. The dragon, sensing his unease, nudged him again, urging him to stay grounded. Klaus appreciated the gesture, though it did little to ease the gnawing feeling in his chest.

"I need to understand this," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I need to know who I was."

Dudu looked up at him, its gaze soft but piercing. The dragon’s presence was calming, but Klaus knew that even Dudu couldn’t provide him with the answers he sought. Those answers were buried deep within his own mind, waiting to be uncovered.

But how? How could he unlock the rest of those memories? Was there someone who could help him? Or was this something he would have to face alone?

Klaus got out of bed, pacing the small room. His mind raced with possibilities, each one more troubling than the last. If these were memories, then who had he been in the past life he didn’t remember? A killer? A Demonic human? And why had those memories been sealed away?

The questions swirled around in his mind, but none of them came with answers.

Suddenly, a thought struck him. His grandfather, Roman Lionhart, could have answers. They both looked like their founding patriarch, Klaus heard some echoes from people saying, that they inherited more true blood. So Klaus thought that those memories could be related to the Lionhart family.

Klaus felt a flicker of hope. Perhaps Roman could help him understand what was happening. Perhaps he held the key to unlocking the truth behind these memories.

"I need to talk to my grandfather," Klaus muttered, more to himself than to Dudu.

The dragon tilted its head in curiosity, watching as Klaus began to gather his things. He quickly dressed, his mind set on the course of action. He would confront Roman, and demand answers if he had to. He couldn’t live like this—tormented by memories that weren’t entirely his own. He needed clarity. He needed to know the truth.

As he finished pulling on his boots, Klaus glanced down at Dudu. "You’re coming with me, of course."

Dudu let out a low growl, hopping off the bed and padding over to Klaus’s side.

Klaus took one last deep breath before heading toward the door. He was no longer afraid of the nightmares. He would uncover the truth, no matter how dark it might be.

"Let’s go find some answers," Klaus said, his voice steady as he opened the door and stepped into the unknown.