Emperor's Reckoning

The guards were evidently nervous as they heard Lyon's tone. One of them smile wryly and asked, "Ha-haha, what are you talking about sir?" Cold sweat was vividly visible in the corner of the guard's forehead running down through his right cheek.

With a confident smile, Lyon said, "Nothing I'm just messing with you guys, I mean there is no way that would happen right?"

"Do you guys mind if we stopped here for a while, I need to take a leak," said Lyon nonchalantly. His sudden request was by no means an odd one. It was very usual for a traveler to take a leak midway, especially if it's a long journey.

The guards begrudgingly accept his request and parked the carriage to a nearby tree.

"Hmm? Why are we stopping?" asked Biane over the window.

"Ah, I need to take a leak haha," said Lyon while rubbing his own head.

(Such vulgar words! To a lady nonetheless, sigh, I guess it's the way he is) thought Biane as he responded, "Eh? I-I see, go do your thing then."

As she fulfilled her curiosity, she immediately closed the window. It was unclear how her expression was, since Clemora which was inside, was sleeping with Fenrir on top of her thighs.

"Alright, guys, I'm gonna go a little deeper to find a nice tree to piss," said Lyon as he turned his back against the guards and waved his right hand.

The guards responded with their usual manner, but their eyes proved otherwise. They were looking at each other before the driver received an item out of his spatial ring.

The item had a shape of bamboo that only a finger's long in length. There was a hole on the top and the bottom side. He held it in his mouth as he blew the item.

*huuu.

The produced sound it made was like a silent wind permeating the forest. Biane who was still inside the carriage clearly heard the sound but she shrugged it off as it was nothing unusual.

Lyon who was still holding his dragon also heard the sound running through the forest. He smiled as the last drop of his piss hitting the ground. "The show is about to begin, I need to hurry up."

As the sound gradually dispersed, a group of shadows was running through the forest. The leaves fell as they jumped from one branch to another.

Lyon was about to walk back to his parking spot where a black figure stopped his track. He couldn't guess the gender since 'it' was clad in a black coat and a black mask. There was no special engraving or symbol either, only 'it' eyes were visible.

"Eh? Who are you?" asked Lyon innocently with one of his eyebrows raised.

His question was only answered with silence.

Lyon creased his eyebrows as he continued, "Are you lost?"

Once again, only the wind was kind enough to answer him. However, Lyon was unaware that the figure in front of him was permeating killing intent from the start.

'It' had killed many people to gain a thick killing intent and many people would fall on their knees begging for their life just from it alone. But in Lyon's case, he was still standing nonchalantly like it was any other day. Even cultivator stronger than 'it' would be cautious but the young man in front of him was full of openings to give a critical strike.

"Hello, can you hear me? Hmm, you don't look like a bandit from the way you dress, so I'm guessing you are an assassin?" said Lyon with a smirk.

His voice rang a bell inside the figure's head as 'it' eyes opened wide. 'It' was doubting whether to strike or not since there was a high chance that it could be a trap.

Lyon suddenly spread his arms with eyes closed while sighing, "If you really are an assassin, then you must be one of the worst. The fact that I can talk to you proves that you are still a rookie."

Even though Lyon never did an assassination, he did know one of the basic, at least on earth in the movies. An assassin should walk like there was no footing, should breathe like he was dead. His presence must be more hidden than the victim's shadow.

Lyon noticed the anger in the figure's eyes as he smirked, "What's wrong? Did I hit the nail too hard? How much did you get paid for doing this?"

Though Lyon's tone was annoying to the assassin's ears, others might like him more.

Lyon stretched his right hand as he taunted the figure, "C'mon stop wasting time, I have two maidens and a pet to save."

"ARGH! Stop mocking me!" The figure shouted with his burly voice as he leaped toward Lyon with blinding speed. The soil he made a footing to propel himself was still in the air where he appeared under Lyon's gaze.

The assassin smiled as he saw Lyon opened his mouth in surprise, (Hehe, I got you! Now Die!). It didn't take long before his eyes slowly opened wide. The opened mouth of Lyon gradually becoming a smirk once more. At this exact moment, the assassins felt a bad premonition (why are you smiling?!) as time runs really slow in his eyes.

Lyon took half a step back and bent down as he put his hands inside his pocket while the sarong swayed.

*flash

*tap

*tap

*tap

The assassin staggeringly walked three steps passing Lyon. His eyes were still in disbelieve as he heard Lyon behind him saying, "An assassin with pride? Please... you are just a mercenary clad in black, a weak one at best."

The assassin tried to retort but his word stuck in his throat as a thin red line slowly circling his neck. His knees hastily becoming numb as he slumped down to the ground. With blood trailing from his neck, his vision gradually faded as he saw an unfamiliar figure holding an axe.