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

"Disciple Tyr," Owen approached Kyran as soon as Millie left the locker.

Owen hesitated for a second, then steeled himself and said, "Do not take offense, but I hope you will not ask Lady Millie to do...um... anything inappropriate."

Noir and Vaness's expressions turned blank at Owen's implication.

On the one hand, Hamish paled and was about to say something. However, Owen suddenly lowered his head at Kyran and shouted,  "I'll accept any punishment for speaking out of line!"

When he was greeted by silence, he looked up and almost twitched when he found Kyran looking at him with a slightly gaping mouth.

".... When you say inappropriate things, you... didn't mean that, did you?"

Owen laughed uneasily, "Ahehehe... Well, you had a scary look when you said it. Your expression reminded me of a pervert looking at his prey— ack! H-Hamish! W-What was that for?"

Don't Hesitate