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

Euan's face instantly darkened at Cyneah's response. Before he could say anything, though, Kyran followed up with a consensus that nearly made his eyes pop out of their sockets.

"Yes," Kyran agreed. "One room is enough for the Lady Saint to stay in. As her bodyguard, staying with the rest of the guards will be more than enough."

Cyneah's brow knitted at what Kyran said. She wanted to insist that he would have to stay with her since he was her bodyguard. But then Euan already followed through and said, "We cannot possibly let you stay with the others since you are still one of our guests. You are welcome to stay in my quarters instead. How does that sound?"

"That's fine, as well," Kyran replied.

By this time, Cyneah's expression had turned cold. She simply turned her head slightly toward Anshel and said, "Lord Anshel, please have one of your subjects guide me to my room. I'm exhausted."

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