Reincarnated as Duke’s Heir
Copyright© 2025 by TheSmartOne
Chapter 21: Blue Fire
Meanwhile...
While Lucas and Thania were deep in their conversation, far away in a secluded chamber, a young girl with silver hair and silver eyes sat alone, deep in thought.
She was scheming. Planning.
Yet, suddenly, her breath hitched.
Iris’ gaze snapped toward the ceiling as an intense, unexplainable urge to commit murder surged through her.
What ... is this feeling?
It made no sense. No one had provoked her. No one had dared to challenge her.
And yet -
Rage.
Possessiveness.
A dark, burning emotion clawed at her insides, whispering to her.
Something that belongs to me is being targeted.
Iris’ fingers twitched, her nails pressing against the armrest of her chair.
Her instincts had never failed her before.
And right now, they were screaming.
...
But really, isn’t this all a bit ridiculous?
Why does everyone seem to think of Lucas as something to be claimed?
Something that belongs solely to them?
Fools.
They’re all making the same mistake.
Because Lucas isn’t an object. He isn’t a prize.
And soon enough—
They will learn that truth the hard way.
...
Back in the Land of Death
Lucas stared at Thania, tilting his head slightly—a small, almost absentminded gesture.
A simple action.
But for Thania?
Her heart nearly leapt out of her chest.
Why is he so damn cute?!
Suppressing the absurd urge to scoop him up like a treasured artifact, she forced herself to focus on his words.
“A human?” Lucas asked, his tone laced with curiosity. “I thought this land was strictly undead territory. And That i am the odd one out here for being human. Well—if we’re not counting you, of course.”
A smirk that felt almost lazy, almost playful ghosted his lips as he finished speaking.
Though, in the back of his mind, a quiet thought lingered.
What is she, really?
She doesn’t look like an undead. And she didn’t claim being an human either...
He couldn’t put out his finger on it —
But something about Thania didn’t add up.
Thania’s self control wavered for Half a second.
He is getting sharper.
But thanks to her Saint-level composure, she reined herself in and kept her smile intact.
“Well,” she said smoothly, “his situation is ... a bit special. Just like you.”
Lucas raised an eyebrow.
“That so?”
Thania nodded. “He is a being at the Grandmaster Realm, but his prowess rivals newly ascended Saints. And he specializes in close combat with weapons. Something you will like to hear because your ability of controling fire is enough as a long range attack.”
Lucas frowned. “Yes I agree but Then why is he still stuck at Grandmaster?”
Good question.
If this so-called human was strong enough to fight Saints, he should have reached that realm by now.
Thania simply smiled.
“For that, I’m afraid you’ll have to ask him yourself. Well if he is willing to tell you that is.”
Lucas hummed in thought but didn’t press further.
“I’ll take you to him tomorrow,” Thania continued. “For now, you should rest.”
Lucas immediately shook his head.
“No.” His voice was firm. Resolute. “I feel fine. Better than fine, actually. After ... everything that’s happened, I’ve never felt stronger.”
His determination burned in his eyes.
And Thania?
She wasn’t surprised in the slightest.
By now, she was beginning to understand him.
“So be it.”
Thania conceded easily.
But then, her gaze flickered down at his appearance, and a teasing glint flashed in her eyes.
“Though, before we go anywhere ... you might want to change.”
Lucas blinked. “Huh?”
He looked down.
... Oh.
Right.
After his latest bloodline transformation, his body had grown taller, more refined—stronger.
But his current attire?
It was still the same hospital-like clothing from before, now too short and ill-fitting for his new frame.
Lucas stared blankly.
Then, without an ounce of shame, he said with a deadpan expression, “So, do I get something to wear, or am I expected to go to find my potential teacher looking like I just escaped from a mental asylum?”
Thania smirked. “Of course, I had something prepared for you already. One of my undead is bringing it now.”
“Oh ... cool” Lucas said dryly.
She turned to leave but paused.
“Oh, and while you wait—you should take a bath. Your clothes will be on the bed once you’re out.”
Lucas narrowed his eyes.
“ ... Are you saying I smell?”
Thania placed a delicate hand over her lips and giggled.
Lucas froze.
The Queen of Death and Decay just giggled.
He wasn’t sure if he should feel offended — Or downright disturbed.
But before he could respond, Thania had already disappeared, leaving him standing there.
With a sigh, he ran a hand through his ashen-white hair.
...
After taking a much-needed bath, Lucas stepped out and found a set of clothes laid neatly on the bed.
They were beautiful.
A long-sleeved, high-collared tunic, its ashen color matching his hair and pale skin, paired with form-fitting black pants reinforced with light armor plating at the knees and shins. A long coat with silver embroidery rested on top, sleek yet practical.
The material felt expensive but flexible, designed for combat.
Lucas smirked as he pulled the coat over his shoulders.
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