Big_Yellow

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

There was nothing more insulting. She couldn't bear the thought to apologize toward the very same person that she demeaned. Added with the smug face that Cecile brought out, her blood boiled.

Cecile had put her in checkmate. The only choice was to admit that she was wrong or to go all out, however, going for the latter would certainly invite action from Mavis.

"Go on," said Cecile as she crossed her arms. "He doesn't have much time, he needs to recuperate."

It was a blatant lie that even the onlookers could see, however, there was nothing that they could utter without involving themselves in this pure mess. The safe point was always to shut their mouths and minded their own business.

"Tch!" Ning turned to Lyon who was not as keen to see her face for the first time. "Thank you for killing this trash."

"It was a hard fight," Mavis casually mentioned. "Otherwise the First Hall won't be destroyed to this state."

Praise Thy Enemy