Reincarnated as Duke’s Heir
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Chapter 7: Training ground
The crimson moon hung low over the Ignis Estate, bathing the vast lands in a bloody glow. Its eerie light flickered across the obsidian walls of the grand mansion, making it seem as if the very estate pulsed with life—breathing, watching.
Lucas lay in his grand bed, staring at the high, carved ceiling. Sleep? A fool’s dream.
Since his mother had finally relented, giving him permission to train, his mind had been nothing but a battlefield of restless thoughts. He had wanted to go immediately—but of course, Annie, ever the perfect watchdog, caught him mid-step.
“Young Master, the Lady says tomorrow. You need to rest.”
Rest? How could he possibly rest?
Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.
His fingers curled into the silk sheets. ‘A world filled with danger ... and I’ve been playing house like a child.’
Not anymore.
The Next Morning
The Ignis Estate was alive with motion. Servants bustled through the grand halls, warriors clad in obsidian armor sparred in open courtyards, and the ever-present scent of embers and steel filled the air.
Lucas walked through the towering halls alone. No Annie. No guards. He wanted this moment to himself.
Even if he knows they must nearby. Keeping watch on him.
As he stepped outside, warmth wrapped around him like a familiar embrace.
The Ignis lands were always warmer than normal—a mark of their bloodline. The very air shimmered faintly, as if infused with fire itself.
Servants and warriors paused as he passed, bowing respectfully.
“Young Master.”
“Young Master.”
Lucas gave only a single nod in return, never breaking stride.
It was rare to see him outside the core area of the mansion, even rarer to see him here—walking toward the training grounds.
Eyes followed him. Whispers spread.
But Lucas?
He didn’t care.
The Ignis Training ground
The gates loomed ahead—giant slabs of obsidian engraved with the flaming sigil of House Ignis.
As they swung open, an entirely different world unfolded before him.
The training grounds were vast—
Hundreds of young warriors moved in disciplined formations.
Blades clashed. Flames roared. The very ground simmered with heat.
Lucas’s eyes locked onto the most important part of the training field—
The Awakening Zone.
This was where the most talented of the younger generation trained—those twelve and older, those whose mana had already awakened.
Four figures stood apart from the rest—each of them wielding flames unlike any other.
Caius Ignis – Tall, sharp-eyed, with red hair and piercing blue eyes. His flames burned cold, an eerie blue fire that crackled with ice instead of heat. His gaze held the calm of a strategist, always watching, always analyzing.
Selene Ignis – Refined, elegant, her golden eyes burning with intelligence. A member of Ester’s branch family.Flames of radiance flickered at her fingertips—holy fire, pure and untouchable. If Caius was cold logic, she was a beacon of calculated brilliance.
Dante Ignis – Lanky but deceptive. His black eyes flickered with a violet hue. His fire ... shadowed, dark and fluid, moving like a living entity. His smirk was ever-present, like he found the world amusing.
Orion Ignis – Short, but carried himself like a giant. His orange-black eyes crackled with a fire laced with subtle black lightning, sparks flickering at his fingertips. Arrogant, entitled, but undeniably talented.
At first, the four only observed Lucas in silence.
None of them reacted.
They didn’t know why he was here.
Then—
A powerful figure stepped forward.
Instructor Aldred
Aldred Valos is one of the highest-ranking instructor of House Ignis.