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Heaven, hell, and the world themselves have forgotten a prominent figure that once stood at the pinnacle. Alas, the said figure himself forgot who he was.

Lyon is a young man who lived a leisurely life on earth. Not much was said except that he enjoyed such a life. However, one fateful night sent him to the world where killing is not a sin, alchemy is a thing, and magic cultivation is not imaginary.

Immediately after being sent to this world. He is met with a beautiful woman who rumbled the earth and cracked the very firmament under the mortals' eyes. Selena is her name. She claimed to be his wife, the first one of three.

However, their meetings didn't last long due to circumstances that he has yet understood. With one wedding ring on his finger that contained half of his past power, he sets forth to find Cecile, the woman whom Selena said is a queen in Blue Continent, the other wife that he adored then.

But, he lacked focus at times, and combined with his whimsical nature, he often finds himself, in unusual situations. His smirk and lazy demeanor brought nothing but trouble for himself and the others around him. His relentless nature of stealing, his rebellious adolescence year, and the capability to smile by the teeth of a gnawing dragon brought his charm to a height that fairies once forget. Though his perverted nature often gets them to scurry away almost immediately, those that stayed long enough to know him better, know the redeeming qualities of Lyon Torga as a whole.

Regardless! His arrival in this world has rotated an old cog of fate that those old monsters and old kings in the ages of the ancients, would have never guessed to be working again.

Emperor's Reckoning

The clip-clop from the horses' hooves finally came to a stop in front of a mansion. The fences were adorned with various flowers as its coiled around the tip, almost touching both of the lamp's frame. As the gate was made of thick wood, one couldn't see what's hiding behind it, however, from one glance, they would understand that the owner's status was no ordinary noble in the street.


The gate was cut in half as it slid to the right and to the left. Revealing an old butler that took a bow. "Welcome back lady Clemora and lady Biane." Though the butler was clearly old, his voice was as fresh as any middle-aged man would sound.


"Yes, thank you, Graff," said Clemora as she jumped down from the seat and proceed further in the mansion. Biane followed suit as she held Fenrir in her hands.


"My, you two sure don't look so well," said Graff as he continued with a chuckle, "Ah, please hold your liquor next time."


Their House