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.
By the time Kyran finished adjusting the mark the Crown Princess left on several members of the order, it was already two in the afternoon.
Celine had sent a coded message to Chairman Noir and President Sigma about the current status of the Blacksmith Order and assured them everything had been taken care of.
Unfortunately, neither of them replied.
Kyran guessed they were still in the middle of their emergency meeting.
Nevertheless, he had to make a few preparations before going there and decided to go to his workroom first.
One of the preparations he did was replenishing his magic energy.
When Kyran confirmed how many high-grade replenishing potions he had to take, his heart sank.