Emperor's Reckoning

The elf heard the loud noise before he chuckled inside the bathroom, "Whats' the matter human, one hit and you already exploded to bits? Hahahaha!"

"But still, I told him not to make a mess," muttered the elf as he washed his hands.

He looked at the mirror and pointed at it, "Soon, soon, I will become the leader of this branch, hahaha!"

He left the bathroom with his face hiding its true personality. He furrowed his eyebrows as he heard a faint commotion outside the guildhall, "What are they complaining now?"

He walked outside through the broken double doors before his pupils were shrunken in disbelief. He saw the beastman that ruled the branch laid on a pool of blood above a giant corpse. Though he was still breathing, he was writhing in pain. His mouth kept coughing blood and the tough skin of his abdomens were almost shredded to the muscle.

The civilians crumbled in fear as they watched the mightiest of them almost at the brink of collapsing his consciousness. Their hands trembled as to what kind of might that cause him to be in that kind of position.

"L-leader..." muttered one of the civilians before he was followed by another.

Soon, like an ocean of cheers, they chanted the great one amongst them. Their prayer was like hope to the wolfman's sensitive ears. However, it was also a challenge that the elf had to overcome. His face, no, the elf's heart was twitching as he saw how the wolfman had the power of the people behind him. (What did I lack, that he has?) thought the elf as budding violence tree in his heart grew another branch.

The leader wolfman's eyes turned glossy before he shed a tear. Though his condition was not quite 'good' the people still cheered him on. (I love you guys, thanks a lot, really I mean it, it's just that) thought the leader wolfman (What I faced just now, hope alone will do nothing).

He let out a wry smile as he looked below since his neck was strained and couldn't be moved. (He is not human, nor he is a beast, not a demi-human either).

*tap *tap

The footsteps were quite clear inside the guild hall as the elf opened his eyes wide in realization. His entire goosebumps rose as the footsteps getting louder and louder at a steady pace. It was like a chain hugging his body from eight directions with his neck opened to be axed.

The elf looked down as he muttered, "W...W...Why! Why can you, a human have that much power! You're just a human! A race of deceit and trash! You don't have the right to be that powerful—" he turned around and tried to punch the being behind him in an attempt of a surprise attack, however.

His eyes were immediately shrunken as he saw a jerked finger with the veins popping out ready to flick his glabella off his forehead.

"Huh.."

Lyon smirked before he let out the force of a thousand mountain in a single flick.

*bang

In the moment of impact, his fingers drummed the elf skull as the skin surrounding the glabella waved like a drop of stone into calm water. His consciousness instantly went out like a candle without oxygen before the law of physics applied to his body. Floating in the air, his shadow covered the agape civilians before he hit the sandy beach and rolled around until the seawater touched his body. Meanwhile, a boat was docking nearby.

Lyon smirked as he crossed his arms, "Leader, your subordinate is not quite right in the head."

(Isn't that because you hit him there?!) thought the leader wolfman as black lines covered his face.

"Elf is sufficient in magic casting, the art of magic and he tried to punch me in the face, please..."

The civilians gulped as they saw the sight of Lyon. They remember his face right and they were the same, however, everything else was different. His height, his voice was a little younger, and especially he had no tails before.

The doctrine of their ancestors led them blind to such knowledge. They were taught how the human was a race full of deceit and liked to manipulate other races since their physical and magical prowess was at the bottom low. They were not taught how blessing works, those techniques were lost to them because of their ancestors' attempt to avoid humans. Now they've seen one and confused by Lyon's race.

"Is he still human?" muttered one of the civilians softly in fear.

"Bah, they are stupid in the end, how come they not know the Devil Ape race!" shouted Sun.

"I mean, I wouldn't remember a monkey's race either, oh wait, I do, it's a baboon," chuckled Shen.

"Shut up catfish."

Lyon's mouth twitched as they had an argument on his shoulders.

"I told you, I don't kill that guy," said Lyon before he descended the stairs with his tails.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" shouted someone from a band of demi-humans adventures. One of them carried the elf while the rest was rushing toward Lyon while carrying their weapons.

"Ah, it's all the guild members! Faso, Yuni, Tele, and Garmos! Even our healer Tuey!"

The leader wolfman wanted to scream but he couldn't utter a word before the four of them leaped over him while another one dragged him out of the scene (No, no, no! You idiots! don't DO IT!!!) he could only scream inside his heart.

Lyon smirked at the incoming four before he went past them with a single step that their eyes couldn't catch. Lyon was standing in front of Tuey who was mending the leader's wound with shaky hands as she looked at him eye to eye.

"Mercy..." muttered the leader under his panting breaths.

Lyon smirked, "A little lesson," he snapped his fingers.

"Devil Apes' Art: Rumbling Heaven."

The four of them who were confused felt dense mana surrounding all of them in a circular area before fists made of mana formed from above their head and rained them down like rain.

Tuey gulped her saliva as she watched her friends being ridiculously hit toward the ground for a good two seconds before it stopped. Within that small window of time, all four of them laid down on the ground with broken bones.