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 two mages fell into an awkward silence. It was obvious they did not share Soll's sentiment. To them, every family that opposed the Crown Princess was better off dead.
Sensing their dissatisfaction, Soll said with an indifferent tone,
"With the current strength of her Highness, she could not bring back the dead to life yet. It will be a waste to kill them now."
What he said made sense and both accepted his decision better.
"That's true," the older woman agreed. "Although their mage levels are so-so, once her Highness revive their souls, their mage levels will also receive a huge boost."
The older man sighed, "If only her Highness can also boost our levels, I don't mind becoming her puppet."
"From what I know, the previous Soul Emperor did something similar," the older woman replied thoughtfully. She looked at Soll furtively, checking his reaction regarding their topic.