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Emperor's Reckoning

Heaven, hell, and the world themselves have forgotten a prominent figure that once stood at the pinnacle. Alas, the said figure himself forgot who he was. Lyon is a young man who lived a leisurely life on earth. Not much was said except that he enjoyed such a life. However, one fateful night sent him to the world where killing is not a sin, alchemy is a thing, and magic cultivation is not imaginary. Immediately after being sent to this world. He is met with a beautiful woman who rumbled the earth and cracked the very firmament under the mortals' eyes. Selena is her name. She claimed to be his wife, the first one of three. However, their meetings didn't last long due to circumstances that he has yet understood. With one wedding ring on his finger that contained half of his past power, he sets forth to find Cecile, the woman whom Selena said is a queen in Blue Continent, the other wife that he adored then. But, he lacked focus at times, and combined with his whimsical nature, he often finds himself, in unusual situations. His smirk and lazy demeanor brought nothing but trouble for himself and the others around him. His relentless nature of stealing, his rebellious adolescence year, and the capability to smile by the teeth of a gnawing dragon brought his charm to a height that fairies once forget. Though his perverted nature often gets them to scurry away almost immediately, those that stayed long enough to know him better, know the redeeming qualities of Lyon Torga as a whole. Regardless! His arrival in this world has rotated an old cog of fate that those old monsters and old kings in the ages of the ancients, would have never guessed to be working again.

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1230 Chs

Hero Lyon & Declaration of Marital Status

Kingdom of Nostria.

Sylviana was lazing as usual inside her garden with her head slumped on her arm. She sighed, "Hey Fei, how many days has it been?"

"Been what, young miss?" said Fei as she lightly sprayed the flowers on the fairly long pots.

Sylviana pulled her own head up before resting her back. She looked up at the sky and saw a bird freely hovering from one cloud to another. "Since he soared."

"You mean Lyon?" asked Fei.

"Who else," Sylviana responded with her eyes rolled.

Fei smiled before gently placing the spray bottle in her hand beside the pot. She turned before approaching her young miss with elegance. She reached toward her shoulders before grabbing them. The latter looked up as her face was being swallowed by the shadow of the former.

Fei said, "I think the more appropriate question is why are you asking that question in the first place."

Sylviana's cheeks turned a red hue, "F-Fei, stop saying it that way."