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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

Lyon was slightly surprised as he observed Lumina's impeccable table manners. Despite knowing she was a princess, just like Luna, he never thought he would witness such refined etiquette from her. Lumina, with her dragon-like instincts and sharp intuition, gave Lyon a cold glance before returning to her meal. Lyon smiled wryly, shaking his head as he resumed eating.

King Thalor, seated at the head of the grand dining table, glanced at Lyon with furrowed brows. The king's curiosity was evident, but he maintained a composed demeanor. He then turned his attention to Lyra, a gentle smile gracing his lips.

"Young mistress Lyra," King Thalor began, "we are very pleased to have you here."

Lyra nodded gracefully, her movements fluid and poised. "The honor is mine, Your Majesty," she replied, her voice carrying a melodic quality that seemed to enchant everyone present.

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