When Kyran turned 18, his life turned upside down. The Royal Army raided his clan because his supposedly non-existent magic got exposed. On that fateful night, he was the only one who escaped. Up to the present, the status of his clan was unknown. A magic inheritance that became a curse, Kyran became a fugitive. Always on the run... living in fear when the Royal Army finally captures him. At least that's what most people thought... "I'll definitely save my family. And I will make all those who made my clan suffer pay tenfold. I'll make use of this magic they so feared, and show them what real terror is...." Disclaimer: The cover image isn't mine. I'll replace it when I finished mine.
Millie blinked dumbfoundedly at the golden array, looking like an imposing round wall at the arena's edge. She had been worried the array Kyran made was a powerful offense-type that could knock her out in one shot.
To think, she had been worried by such a simple defensive array!
"Millie!"
The person who had called out to her a few minutes ago shouted once more.
It was then that Millie realized it had been Mimi watching the match from the spectator's side. She looked up and found the latter looking at her worriedly.
"Mimi..."
"Lady Millie," one of the participating members of the Courtenay Family approached and helped Millie up. She was a young woman with short blonde hair and olive-green eyes, wearing a similar light green robe.
As Millie stood up, she saw Kyran making his way back to the Conclave's corner. Her heart immediately tightened. She clenched her fist and pursed her lips.