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.
Kyran frowned. He did not say anything but clearly disliked the idea of leaving them behind, especially Cyneah.
"We will keep the young mistress safe, master," Auto-one assured Kyran, his voice full of conviction. "At the very least, Aki and I are more than capable of protecting her."
He looked toward Diara and the rest while saying this because he did not believe they would be keen on keeping Cyneah, who was relatively a stranger to them, safe just because she was important to their master.
Kyran did not doubt Auto-one and Aki's abilities. He also believed that he could command the tower to send any group that would pose a threat to them to another location. But that was only possible if he was aware of their situation.