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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

Inside a dark hall that was only illuminated with nothing but hanging torches, a clanking noise of armor was heard along with something that was being dragged against the ground. The light from the torch slightly revealed the grimacing face of the knight and the glare that proved he hated the job. Fatigue was his everyday fuel and sweat was his drug, however, today was a special day as he grabbed an unruly criminal by the ankle.

The latter's had his hand-tied and clothes ripped off. Bruises adorned his upper body, while he wore nothing but culottes made from hempen. Despite so, there was only a smile on his face as his back grazed the ground. He relaxedly looked up before muttering.

"Wow, this place is dead! Don't you have something better like a chandelier? Haha!"

The felon chuckled, "Alright, no need to get your high horses. Does the job not paying you well?"

He is my Dearest Husband!