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.
The first time Gidan saw those eyes had been the only time he defied an order from the Vicar he used to serve. If not for the Abbot's timely arrival, he would have been purged along with her.
After that, the Abbot employed Gidan to be her 'guardian.' He was reluctant at first because he felt he would never be able to defy her orders. Ultimately, he agreed after being assured by the Abbot.
It had been four years since then.
Gidan believed he did a good job, and that was not singing his own praises. What attributed to his excellent work was she was selfless and never made any unreasonable demands. Most importantly, she was as meek as a lamb.
Today would be the first time she ever made such a request. And Gidan found it hard to say no.
But when he was wavering, the messenger approached and said, "He... that guy said 'not to open the gates not matter.'"