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

Behind Velctor, Orena, the Earth Dragon Tribe's second-in-command, cleared her throat while intently looking at his back.

"Patriarch, please mind your manners."

Kyran observed her from his peripheral view and recalled the information he read about her.

True to the provided information, Orena did appear to be straight-laced and functions as Patriarch Velctor's sitter rather than a deputy.

"What manners? It's not as if I am doing anything rude," Velctor protested, looking at Orena wryly.

"Laughing out loud for no particular reason is rude," Orena replied with a straight face.

'I see... Rather than being straightlaced, isn't she just obtuse?'

Closed-Door Meeting (4)