Emperor's Reckoning

The prince and the princess both look at their father as he heaved a sigh. It was apparent from the recent event that none of them succeeded, just like how he did back in his time.

He lost a daughter and recently a son, but both deads were justified. He couldn't mad nor was he filled with joy as the decision to pick the next ruler was on his shoulder.

"None of you deserve to be the next ruler yet," declared the king as he made the decision. He saw how his children competed, in his eyes, both of them were still immature. One put feelings over the other, while the other one put too much logic. One will surely put an honor in the kingdom in the future, the other will bring a massive fortune in the future.

Hearing the king's decision, both candidates had their heads hung down in disappointment. To be the ruler of Luderia was the highest grade of prestige one could receive in Deo, everywhere one went, people would bow upon his/her arrival.

*hum

The humming sound caught everyone's eyes as the black spear vibrated.

(Hmm?! It's reacting?! But to what?) thought the king as he could feel the divine power coming from it. He never saw this kind of behavior for as long as he currently lived.

Lyon clicked his tongue as his scales reverted back to normal. His body was full of pain as he was on the brink of passing out. He was already pushing his limit for performing True Dragon Blessing for a period of time.

His greeny eyes turned black as he bit his lips. Blood trickles from the edge of his mouth as he still gently held the princess's shoulder.

"Step aside beautiful princess," whispered Lyon softly.

His soft voice snapped her out of her stupor. She finally saw the Lyon he knew in the banquet.

Lyon took a step in front of her as he faced Gungnir under everyone's eyes.

The black spear that couldn't be conquered was in front of him. Numerous thunder was made just from its appearance alone. Only those with a true royal bearing could face this black spear unfazed, but the young man in front of him only exuded confidence.

Without his scally body, his divinity aura was also ripped away, however, the young man smirked as he faced the lonely spear. With blood running from the edge of his mouth he stood tall as if he suffered no injuries.

The king was agitated as he hurriedly said, "Young man, you..."

He couldn't finish his words. He had an inkling that the black spear was reacting to him, however, his mind was split into two opinions. He wanted to stop what he was doing while the other part of him wanted to see how it will go.

*splurt

"S-sir Lyon, you shouldn't, you need to treat your condition first!" said Prince Frey as he looked how Lyon's body casually formed slash wounds on his back, splurting his blood to the ground.

(This! This must be the backlash of his form!) thought the princess as she saw the wounds were appearing more and more as blood painted the ground with a spray. "Lyon stop! We need to treat you!"

The king couldn't say anything more as he was amazed by the sight. The wounds were forming yet the young man didn't even flinch at the pain, even his breathing was calm and composed.

Blood was flowing on his arms as it dyed his fingers red. His expression could no longer be seen as his eyes were covered by his hair. He couldn't hear what the others were saying as he concentrated on the black spear in front of him.

His incredible healing rate couldn't patch him up from his wounds however, it was still keeping him conscious.

"Exuding a ruler bearing, yet you are as wild as the raging thunder in the sky, you remind me of someone," mused Lyon as a figure appeared in his mind.

Her beautiful silver hair swayed with the wind as she ruled the kingdom but under all that, she was a wild queen. (A little stupid and naive, but I think you would be her perfect partner).

"Then come with me! I will conquer you before you meet your true owner!" said Lyon as his crazed eyes were visible.

A black dot of light jumped out from the spear and shoot itself between Lyon's eyes. His memories were laid bare as the black dot was swimming in it.

Its movement immediately came to a halt as a huge door with a huge lock in front was flying on top of the sea memories. The existence of the door made the black dot feel small as if it was worthless.

Through a narrow gap, the black dot entered as the scenery changed.

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Thunderous booms of the weather were heard as the sun cowered in fear against the black clouds. The desolate mountain was filled with nothing but burned marks as no living animals nor plants could be seen. Not a droplet of rain was produced from the horrible storm but the wind could even shift the stars.

One figure was topless while sitting cross-legged at the edge of a cliff despite the raging storm. The man's face had Lyon's resemblance but there was something different about him.

*hoam

The figure yawned as his expression betrayed the deadly situation he was in. His eyes lazily opened as he made a flicking motion with his finger, "Hmm, maybe over here."

The figure aimed his flicking while he picked his nose with his other hand, his eyes didn't even bother if he aimed at the right spot.

*boom

*bang

The thunder with a force enough to reduce a god to dust came down against him only to be propelled by a light flick from his finger.

The black dot saw all of this and would have gulped if it had a mouth. It knew that it couldn't produce thunder with that much power yet.

Suddenly a hand caught the tiny black dot, "Hmm? A sentient weapon spirit?"

'Lyon' opened his hand as he stared at the little black dot with half-opened eyes. The black dot was agitated as it was in a situation that was impossible to happen. This was Lyon's memories, for memory to even made contact with it was beyond comprehension.

"I see, you must be testing if I'm worthy or not for your power. Pfft, forget about that, just chill with me a little while before you decide, it's getting lonely here you know," said 'Lyon' as he lamented his fate.

The black dot could only do what it was told to do. A sentient weapon spirit usually had a haughty attitude, however, it didn't dare to do so in front of this 'Lyon'.

'Lyon' sighed, "Can you believe it, I was sent here by one of my wives just from making her angry,"

This man was just sent to a place where gods could casually die of a thunderstruck because he made his wife angry. One could only imagine how strong the wife was.