Lessyr

When Kyran turned 18, his life turned upside down.

The Royal Army raided his clan because his supposedly non-existent magic got exposed. On that fateful night, he was the only one who escaped.

Up to the present, the status of his clan was unknown.

A magic inheritance that became a curse, Kyran became a fugitive. Always on the run... living in fear when the Royal Army finally captures him.

At least that's what most people thought...

"I'll definitely save my family. And I will make all those who made my clan suffer pay tenfold. I'll make use of this magic they so feared, and show them what real terror is...."


Disclaimer: The cover image isn't mine. I'll replace it when I finished mine.

Legacy of the Dark Sage

'Let the Lord know what happened, huh?' Avrum thought with a wry smile.

Did Chairman Malia forget that he only had a level 2 clearance to the main tower? Or that they did not have the Lord of the Tower's direct channel? If they wanted to speak with the Lord, they had to go through Head Malek.

'But she did not tell me to go to him,' he thought.

With a sigh, Avrum smiled uneasily and went back to the infirmary. Among the council members, he was the most observant. He was able to understand the underlying reason why Malia did not tell him to go to Malek.

'Ah~ah. It's disappointing how these guys are acting like kids to get even with a boy. Oh well, not my problem.'

After a short pause, Avrum finally decided to go back to the infirmary.

The Misunderstanding