Emperor's Reckoning

Back to the present, the two women that were riding their horses, noticed a tiny figure behind them. It tried to catch up to them but only to stop after every ten steps.

The tiny figure was, of course, Lyon with his entire body mounting the little Fenrir. The little wolf was sweating profusely as his tongue occasionally took a peek. The sight was unbearable to watch for some.

Sounds of light hooves slowly catching up from behind as the young man with long golden hair approached. With a face that was beautiful to the point that he was mistaken as an elf, he slowly tapped the big brother beside him.

"Big bro, I honestly think that this is impossible to win," said Jugen with a sigh.

He knew how this big brother of his too well. He won't carve for just mere treasure. If one would offer him a treasure that could dispel all poison in existence or a beautiful woman, Jugen would bet his left leg that this big brother of his would pick the latter.

While riding the 'mount' Lyon was having an expressionless emotion. "It is only impossible if you think it's impossible," said Lyon while gazing to the front.

(I don't think this is the right time to share your wise words) said Jugen with black lines over his head.

"C'mon Fenrir! Do your master a favor and win this for me!" shouted Lyon as he leaned his body forward.

"Wuuu~"

With a breath that was as heavy as the mountain, Fenrir marched on.

A distance behind them was two devastatingly beautiful women that followed at a constant pace. Ryona was heaving a sigh as she said softly, "I feel bad for Fenrir."

The calm and collected Kyoko beside her was having a smile toward the event. "Don't be, all that little guy is doing is sleeping the whole day, it's good that he is doing exercise."

Ryona's mouth twitched as she looked at her overseer. (You call this exercise? Just look at the size of Lyon compared to Fenrir, this is torture, especially with how young Fenrir is!) thought her.

The leaves on the trees fluttered as Ryona furrowed her eyebrows. However, Kyoko still kept her smile toward the duo.

*swoosh

Two shadows suddenly landed in front of Lyon and Jugen. From their clothing, it was apparent that they were local bandits or some sort.

"Give us your possession then we will let you live," said one of the bandit while laughing.

"Yes, yes, that's right, do what my older brother told you and nobody gets hur-," the other bandit couldn't finish his word before an arrow pierced the spot between his eyes.

*thud

The bandit fell down lifeless as his eyes still opened in disbelief.

"Huh?" The bandit glanced over at his dead partner before shouting, "You!"

*stab

Another arrow flew silently as it penetrated his brain. His eyes stuck open in disbelief as he saw the golden hair fluttered revealing only one eye with killing intent.

"Let's go Fenrir," said Lyon nonchalantly as he smacked his butt.

The duo continued their race as if nothing happened while Jugen followed suit.

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Nostria was bustling with a activity since they expanded their territory by ruling the former Arcane Kingdom. The future seemed brighter than the sun in the sky.

With every race accepted, Nostria's economy grew rapidly. Along with the aid from the thirteen 'beings' their military power, alchemy, and others were boosted exponentially.

There was one figure that had been the talk of the kingdom, the legendary man that made all of this possible. His feat was spread wide that even the people that lived inside a cave knew his name.

The miracle man that fell down from the sky with three lights of beams. He was, of course, none other than the God of Butt himself, Lyon Torga.

Inside the kingdom, there was a building that was popular for adventurers from inside or outside Nostria to gather around. This building was not born out of the kingdom's money, but rather of a cooperation with a certain organization.

*glug

The sound of a man sipping his beer was heard before he slammed the glass to the table. "Have you heard, the guy is coming back," said the man as he looked at his friends around the table.

"So what? Why does it matter? The guild is not affiliated with the kingdom so we have no business with him," said one of his friends.

"I mean, don't you think is such a waste to let a guy like him wanders around, the guild would certainly accept him in my opinion,"

"Maybe yes, but he will surely not be a high-rank adventurer when he applied, this guild is not some small guild that was made five months ago you know, it uses a high benchmark."

"Yeah, I see what you mean, this guild has branches in maybe all of the worlds, so Deo might only be able to be filled in with low-rank adventurer, maybe slightly above that at best."

"But then again, there is no harm in letting him join and broaden his horizon."

The group nodded in the conclusion.

In the outskirt of the kingdom, there were two guards standing on guard. They squinted their eyes as two figures were visibly approaching the gate with fleeting speed. The horses' hooves rapidly hitting the ground as it increased their speed.

"I told you, sister, you shouldn't tease him!" shouted Clemora as she hasted toward the gate.

"Hey, don't blame it on me, how should I know if Fenrir could actually run!" said Biane as she increased her speed leaving dust in its trail.

The guards wanted to tell them to reduce their speed but there was a third figure behind the two that caught their attention.

The tiny figure ran while producing huge dust in its wake. Fenrir was like a tiny cute demon that had his inner instinct awoken. His legs were bulging with muscles as his head steadily looked forward.

"C'mon Fenrir! Either I will cook your favorite steak or you gonna eat nuts!" shouted Lyon.