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

Kyran tilted his head to one side after hearing the man's condition for winning. He put on a troubled expression before saying, "That's not a fair wager at all."

The man also tilted his head, imitating Kyran while spreading out his palms, "What's not fair with that? I'm wagering my best creation against your interesting item."

"No, not that," Kyran immediately shook his head. Then he pointed at the metallic gray dragon-like automaton behind the man. "You wager your best creation, but I have to defeat it to get it. If I end up destroying it, then I will end up getting a scrap after winning."

On the other hand, True Void broke out in cold sweat after hearing Kyran complain. He knew Kyran meant to bargain their wager, which made him nervous.

[Oi, Void Hafling, are you seriously going to wager the plates? These plates are more suitable for me than that ugly-looking puppet!]

Don't Sell Yourself Short!