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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

Lyra's return to Ardentia was marked by a quiet resolve. The sun dipped low in the sky, casting long shadows across the bustling city. The grand towers of Ardentia shimmered in the fading light, their golden spires reaching towards the heavens. As she walked through the crowded streets, the people parted for her, recognizing her presence and the weight she carried.

She arrived at the grand palace, its marble columns and ornate carvings a testament to the kingdom's glory. The guards at the entrance straightened at her approach, their armor clinking softly. They opened the massive doors, allowing her entry into the throne room.

King Thalor, a regal figure with a crown that gleamed under the chandelier's light, sat upon his throne. Beside him stood the queen, her eyes filled with concern, and the royal council, their faces a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

"Lady Lyra," King Thalor's voice boomed, echoing through the hall. "You return. Tell us, what transpired?"

Relic of The Past