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

Because it was early in the morning, the Blacksmith Order was buzzing with activity. Whether it was in the work area, the receiving area, or the staff office area.

Long-time customers and even new ones come and go.

At the start of the week, they had more orders coming in from Disciple Tyr's declared 'compensation' that would run until the end of the week.

However, to ensure that the Blacksmith Order would be able to provide all requests, the three days, after the start of the compensation, they had made a few changes. Instead of only having Disciple Tyr work on all requested magic items, they were now free to ask for President Sigma or Chairman Noir to create them. Aside from this, they would only accept a total of 200 requests per day. As for when they could receive the item, they had set a turnaround time of a minimum of two weeks to a month.

Matias's Ruthlessness