Emperor's Reckoning

*THUD!

Dunra fell with a loud thud before breaking the floor. His eyes were opened wide but his pupils were nowhere to be seen. His mouth still opened but thankfully his figure appeared to be heaving slightly.

"Kh!"

The three of them couldn't utter a word as their gaze was locked forward. Their necks felt heavier than usual as it would take a lot of effort just to turn over. In the end, they only could catch a glimpse of their ally with the corner of their eyes before they widened in unison. Their hair gradually stopped fluttering from the gale of wind as they made a harsh swallow.

(One... shot...?!)

(Not even a contact....)

(Dunra.... lost... just like that?!)

All of their gazes averted back toward the half-giant with ashen hair. His one hand was still in the back while the other was still in the post motion of flicking the air in front of him. There was no mana, no technique, no art whatsoever. It was a pure and raw form of power.

The question of cultivation level immediately sparked inside their mind as their eyes turned grim. Without touching a single hair, a vice-leader level of a guild has lost.

The tremor was naturally caught by those cultivators below as well. The elites and the novices had already prepared that something will happen. With those two powers, just a glimpse was enough to understand that they didn't see their vice-leaders as their worthy opponent. The elites stood no chance and the novices were staying for the heavy curiosity that dwelled inside their mind.

"What happened..."

"Who won...."

"It's just one contact..."

"I heard the cry of Kunpeng! Must be vice leader Dunra!"

"But the screech was stopped abruptly before the tower shook!"

Their faces turned grim but someone suddenly said, "It's only vice leader Dunra, we have the other three upstairs as well! There is no way that the two of them could handle those three together."

"But it only took one blow before everything turned silent again," said one cultivator before pausing. Looking at all the grim faces he added more, "And from the looks of it, it was not the blow from our vice leader."

The receptionist lady at the bottom floor couldn't say a word of encouraging mood. Even she knew that most likely Dunra had lost within that single blow. However, their goal was still incoherent and untraceable. What was the cause that make these two strong men came to the Guild HQ to meet their leader.

Suddenly her eyes opened wide before she muttered, "Oh no.."

One of her assistants immediately asked her, "W-What's wrong?"

"I-I think we are witnessing a proposal!" said the receptionist lady as her words immediately broke the tension in the atmosphere.

The assistants and the novice adventurer alike had their eyes squinting with black lines covering their heads. They didn't dare to say anything either since the lady was stronger than the rest of them but at the very least they could show their opinion from their faces.

"M-Maybe, you should try to read less of that female-lead romantic novels?" muttered one of the assistants.

"Ah~, two handsome men—"

"Shit, we lost her."

"Battling out to take the right of her hand in marriage. One was tall and charismatic while the other was cool and cold," the receptionist lady clasped her hand as she put her gaze toward the ceiling with her eyes gleaming in imagination.

"Hm? Why are you guys looking gloomy?" a relaxed voice rang out before the cultivators opened their eyes wide. They all turned around with their jaw slacking open.

*POP!

The receptionist lady immediately woke up from her dreamland as the image shattered the moment she heard that familiar voice.

"Hm? What happened to him?" asked the lady as she pointed out at the man that had a hole in his chest, "did he sleep with someone's wife? hahaha!"

"L-Leader!!" exclaimed the receptionist lady.

"What?"

"You're actually outside?!"

"Wait, didn't I tell you?"

"N-N... No..."

"What's wrong? Is someone looking for me?"

"Actually, two suitors are looking for you."

"Suitors? At this day and age?" she shrugged at the ridiculous notion with a laugh before continuing, "you should stop reading those romantic novels, or not, I mean if you enjoy it. (I suck at giving advice).

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, leader, you are the one that should try and read it. It might take you to places where no one else could," said the receptionist lady while clicking her tongue.

"Heh," the lady smirked with a slight shook of her head.

"What?"

"Nothing," said the leader before she headed toward the stairs.

"Oh right, they are all still waiting for you upstairs, and... they might have a little brawl with our vice leaders."

"Oh? That's a new one," said the lady before she took up the stairs without further thought.

Seeing her taking up the stairs the receptionist lady let out a heaving sigh of relief. (Now with her here, things would be under control in no time, I just hope that the mess won't be too much to clean afterward) "Huh?"

She raised her eyebrow as someone that wore servant garb was coming to the guild. (A requester? Hmm...)

The young man in the servant garb rushed in before standing right before the receptionist's desk.

"How can I help you?" asked the lady with a smile.

The young man was catching his breath before he put his hand inside his pocket and put something on top of the desk.

The receptionist lady furrowed her eyebrows as she look at the thing on the desk before her eyes opened wide, "You are..."

The young man nodded before giving her a paper, a poster on the table.

"I must give this to the leader first before I can decide on my own, will you be willing to wait for a moment, you're in luck, she is actually here in this tower."

The young servant shook his head, "I'm sorry, but I have to deliver this to the other guilds too. I must finish this as fast as possible, psst, between you and me, this is the first time I ever saw the head got mad."

"Oh... alright then," said the receptionist lady with a smile (Mad? A bounty? What happened there?)

"Don't worry, with that kind of prize, I will not be surprised if your leader would take this upon herself," said the young servant before he turned around and rushed outside with a wave of his hand.

Seeing the distant figure turned smaller and smaller she finally let out a sigh. She looked at the thing on the table before picking it up. The glimmering glow was reflected on her eyes, "The Treas insignia."

"Hah, some weird things after another, but I really wonder what transpired above. My imagination cannot not run wild now, the four vice leaders must have stopped the two of them from courting but the two will look begrudged and still stand firm on their willingness, ah such romance."

(You really....) thought one of her female assistants before she took a glance at the poster on top of the desk that her senior slightly neglected.

"Aren't you going to get this to leader?" said the assistant before she took up the poster.

"Don't be crazy, the poster just came right after she left, I'm going to let her take a breather, after all, she is going to meet her two suitors."

"You're hopeless..." said one of her assistants as she smiled wryly before averting her gaze toward the poster in her hand.

"Hmm..."

Upon her was a face we are all familiar with. The charismatic face was deadly for both men and women. The iconic smirk was on the drawing and one couldn't help but think that the man was cool. (What a handsome fella) thought the assistant before she injected her mana.

His face was projected upward and caught the corner of the eye of her senior. The receptionist lady turned around with a hmm and a raised eyebrow.

"Who is he?"

"I... I don't know, I just grab the poster that the young servant left for you."

"Woah, is that a new bounty?" asked one of the novice adventurers as he approached the desk.

"Hold it right there, this has to be approved by the leader first," said the receptionist lady with her hand gesturing him to stop in his tracks.

"Y-Yes!" the novice adventurer immediately turned rigid just from her words alone. She was infamous for breaking the legs of a rough adventurer on a whim and he didn't want to be his test subject.

However, the receptionist lady was glad that the tension in the room had lifted up due to the appearance of the leader. (She might not believe that she is a good leader, but her presence alone did this, heh).

"Anyway, let's see here," said the receptionist lady as she grabbed the poster out of her assistant's hand and looked at the description.

"Lyon Torga."