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

"That's a tempting offer coming from someone who would lead the Courtenay Family in the future," Kyran commented while looking away and half-filling his glass with vodka.

"But," Kyran cut her off and raised the glass to his lips. "I gave my word when I made that wager. I can't just 'forget' about it because someone asks me to, in turn, for another favor. Besides, we're not even close to be offering each other favors."

He looked at Mimi from the corner of her eyes and said before downing his drink, "Also, I don't want to receive any favor from someone from the Courtenay's main branch."

Mimi furrowed her brows, "You—!"

She bit her lower lip to stop herself from cursing aloud before taking a deep breath to calm herself. Then she asked, "Why not?"

"Did your cousin tell you the content of our wager?" Kyran asked instead of answering.

"Of course," Mimi replied. "Why do you think I'm asking you to forget—."

Mimi Makes Her Move