Emperor's Reckoning

It has been about four days since then, and Biane with her sister was preparing to go to their hometown. Their carriage was clad in white with an engraving of a golden swallow flying down. This symbol was Luderia's identity and honor, anyone would gain respect just by having it.

People who walked by couldn't help but take a look at the expensive carriage. "What do you think that carriage cost?" a wandering junior cultivator asked his senior.

"Just by the symbol on the door, you should know where this carriage belongs. Those with a higher status can buy better materials and gets the best carriage-maker which results in a beautiful carriage." replied his senior.

Black lines covered the junior cultivator as he thought (I'm asking about the cost!).

*tap

*tap

The sounds of footsteps were caught by their ears before they glance at the incoming figure. "That's!" exclaimed both of them at the same time.

The figure was a young man with a well-built feature. The durable yet enticing black compression shirt was hugging his leaned muscle while his untied black hair was resting on his shoulder. The golden sarong with black spots swayed as he walked toward the lining carriages. His deep black eyes seemed to contain an unwavering will, ones that couldn't help but be charmed the more they looked at them.

"Older brother Lyon!" the both of them hurriedly greeted him to pay respect. Lyon accidentally set himself as a role model to the males in the Mist Clan. Killing an elder, winner of the mini competition to gain Scarlet the legendary weapon, ended the Kufrin Clan or was it Khufrin Clan? No matter.

"Oh hey guys, do you know which carriage is Biane's or Clemora's?" replied Lyon after he received their gesture.

The duo shook their head in response, "Sorry older brother, if only we paid more attention,"

Lyon waved his hand, "Don't worry about it." As soon as he said that, he glanced at the white carriage which distinguishes itself from the others. He squinted his eyes as he examined the symbol on the door.

(Heh, that symbol looks familiar as the one Clemora has on her bra... wait a minute... THEY ARE THE SAME SYMBOL!).

While rubbing his chin, he approached the expensive white carriage.

*clank

Two spears were suddenly pointed at Lyon. "Turn back young man, you don't want unnecessary problems, do you?". The voice came from one of the guards wearing silver armor with the same symbol as the carriage.

His voice also caught the nearby onlookers who were passing by. "Hey isn't that Lyon?" said one of them. "I wonder if he is going to start another fight,"

"I doubt it, look at that symbol, they are from Luderia Dynasty. I doubt Lyon is going to act recklessly with their identity," said another.

"No, in fact, if anyone dares to offend them, it's older brother Lyon," one of the onlookers refuted.

The two of them glare at each other and argued on their own, forgetting the purpose of why they were here in the first place.

"You must be wrong about something, I'm here as a friend to Biane and Clemora," replied Lyon with his opened arms despite the hostility he received. He wouldn't act unreasonably without a justice cause and the guard's reaction was normal for that was one of their jobs.

*clank

"How do we know if you are not here with hostile intention?" The guards were really cautious. However, they couldn't be blamed since the situation in Luderia was in chaos internally. Any mishap and it probably caused the future ruler to change.

"Lyon what are you doing here?" a serene voice came from behind the guards.

Clemora suddenly came out from behind the carriage. Her cool demeanor was still intoxicating. However, even when the guards heard and saw the source of the voice, they didn't let down their spears.

She raised her eyebrows as she saw there were many onlookers looking at them. "Guards, please ceased your weapons."

"With all due respect miss, this person is really suspicious, I've never seen the clothes he wears thus his origin is questionable." said one of the guards.

Clemora waved her hand, "It's alright, he is a friend of mine."

The guards looked at each other before nodding and retract their spears.

With a shrug, Lyon approached the woman, "Hey, how are you?"

A hint of a smile was unnoticeable on Clemora's beautiful lips, "Nothing much, are you looking for my older sister?"

(Never say yes to this kind of question if you are having a conversation with a woman unless you don't want a harem) thought Lyon to himself. "No, I was looking for either of you actually, since I have a request."

"Oh, what kind of request?" asked Clemora as her interest was piqued.

Lyon scratched the back of his head while saying, "Can we talk about it inside your carriage?"

Clemora squinted her eyes toward Lyon as if the word suspicious was written all over his face. "Well?".

Remembering the huge favor Lyon did in the recuperating room, she didn't have much choice. With a sigh, Clemora said, "Fine, let's go in. But don't you dare do anything funny!"

"Alright, I promise! maybe." Lyon said the last word with a really soft voice that only he could hear it clearly.

"Guards, standby and don't let anyone approach the carriage!" ordered Clemora as she was the first one to enter the carriage followed by Lyon.

Sitting on the leather-coated seat, Lyon faced Clemora who was in front of him with her legs crossed. He could definitely smell the feminity in the carriage but he was confused whether it originated from the carriage itself or Clemora instead.

"So what request are you talking about?"

"Oh, it's simple really, can I join you on your trip back home?" asked Lyon with a dumb smile.

"What?! No, impossible. We told you already, the place is hectic and full of troubles right now, so you won't enjoy your time there." Clemora quickly rejected the request.