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.
All the members of the Blacksmith Order heaved a sigh of relief upon seeing Celine.
A few seconds ago they were almost out of their wits on how to save Disciple Tyr.
Hall Master Celine's timely arrival had really saved them from their predicament.
On the other hand, Kyran furtively looked at Celine's back, feeling somewhat uneasy seeing her again. He already sensed her coming but did not really think much of it at first. But now that she was here, he suddenly recalled how they met a few years ago and felt mixed emotions.
Kyran admitted that it had not been a pleasant one, especially when he recalled how he had threatened her in the abandoned warehouse. After that, he had to deal with so many things and completely forgot about her.
Sighing inwardly, Kyran realized how immature and unstable he had been five years ago. Back then he was easily moved by his emotions and yet he could not fully back his recklessness.