Emperor's Reckoning

Lyon gulped as he continued to ask, "I have that richness?"

Even though he had a hunch that he had accumulated riches during his past life, he didn't know how much value they were. However, seeing his woman flaunted on it sparked a joy inside his swelling soul. It was one of those things that a man wanted from a woman but it won't work if they tell them straight.

Cecile smiled as she nodded, "I've seen that famous richness that the old bone has. None of it could contend with one single item that you had. Maybe there are one or two items from that treasury that could be used for a tray of food. Those artifacts are usually useless and came from the time of unimportant, basically collectibles. Besides, I already took the worthwhile ones already."

"Weaponry are all basics, nothing could catch my eyes, thus I use my fists most of the time. Weak sentient weapons, weak sentient armors, even the cauldron was among the lower tier class not even worth mentioning."

Luke was slightly taken back as he looked at her niece casually demeaned his grandfather's famous warehouse. He had seen it before and everything could only astonish him. He had seen things that were not sold in an auction, those that permeating out mana, those that were not by any means normal but all of that was nothing compared to Lyon's? His figure could only grow elusive as day, minutes went by.

Sophia looked at her older cousin that she revered most. She never saw her lying in her entire life before and there was no reason for her to lie now. Cecile was certainly not the cunning type, she was more upfront and brutal.

"Treasures that even the Treas family couldn't compare? Hmm... if it's coming out of her mouth, even something ridiculous like that has a huge percentage of being the truth, but I wonder..." muttered Yunesia on top of her bird as she looked at her with a tinge of interest.

"Do you believe that?" asked Madoka as she took a glance toward her best friend, Ayumu.

The pink-haired woman was waiting on Lyon to cure his father of the unknown illness that made him step deep into a coma state. The mighty Garuda was still sleeping in his home and his great prestige caused great sorrow toward the people that were influenced by his righteous and prideful way of life. They all awaited the day where the wings of Garuda would spread and covered the world, though deep inside their heart they knew that was unlikely.

Madoka didn't receive even a word as she looked at Ayumu. The latter was still looking straight against the young man that was the very embodiment of miracle, along with the epitome of woman, Empress Cecile.

"You have no idea do you, Lyon Torga, it's not a name a mortal should forget."

Yunesia raised one of her eyebrows as she noticed the voice was coming from behind her.

Her beautiful jade hair was glimmering against the moon as her gaze was filled with one figure and one figure only. There were a million words behind those beautiful but menacing eyes of hers. The untold story of the man called Lyon Torga. The time that she had wasted on that island could be shortened if only she knew his name back then.

"Oh, can you spare your knowledge to this driver of yours?" teased Yunesia despite being one of the most well-known people in the world. The genius of the mage cultivator was coveted by many kingdoms, but her prowess in the subject managed to let her do as she pleases around the world.

(Hmm? She knew about Lyon's past life?) thought Luna as she was sitting at the very back of the row. Her eyebrows slightly furrowed as her ears were prepared to pick up every detail of it.

Her silver pupils slowly moved downward as she took a glance toward Yunesia. Her lips puckered up a smirk as one of her fang peeking out.

"You won't understand, the might of the man named Lyon Torga. How it was detested by both heaven and hell altogether. However, with your narrow knowledge won't understand how it came to be. Trust me, when heaven got a whisk of his name, those amongst the higher-ups of the higher-ups will tremble in fear."

"Hmm... are you boasting? With that level of hype, I don't think it's possible," replied Yunesia but Luna who was also listening didn't have a single doubt in her eyes.

Lumina chuckled, "Do you think that 'impossible' could describe that man?"

Yunesia slightly furrowed her eyebrows. It was true that the young man had been breaking the word impossible ever since she met him. The one that could penetrate heaven's bell to such extent, the perfect resonance that outshines the empress. Not to mention his forte in the magic of fire and space. However, how could she knew that his affinity was so much more, between the three, only Luna witnessed his assessment back then. The one that encompassed the world itself.

Luna's gaze was slightly distant before Lyon suddenly furrowed his eyebrows as Cecile did the same before Jin followed suit.

The sudden incredible presence immediately eloped the atmosphere as everyone was turning over, before seeing a figure was walking in the air while stretching its neck.

"Wh?! Wait! That's!" exclaimed Jugen as he turned around and took a glance at the old thing that was supposed to be under his watch.

"What are you guys looking at? I'm here after how many years now, and those faces are the only thing that you can show me? Pathetic children of mine, didn't your mother taught you better than that?"

Priscila and Luke had their eyes opened wide before the former's lips started to gape a little and muttered, "F-Father?!"

"What?!" exclaimed Lyon and Sophia altogether.

"What?!" shouted Jin as he went dismayed instead. (Damn, this nosy old bastard is actually alive) thought Jin as he was looking at his father-in-law wearing nothing but a piece of fabric that covered his genital that he wore like a towel.

(Wait a minute? Why do I feel more breezy?) thought Jugen.

"Ack?!" screamed Jugen as his eyes almost jumped out of his socket. His clothing was ripped out of his clothes without him noticing it. There was not a single time did he even felt anything. When it happened, how it happened, he didn't have an answer but for the who was responsible.

"En, it's me."

The figure had steam coming out of his opened wound. He was fragile but the presence of his soul was still overbearing. There was not a single time that they thought of measuring his cultivation level despite his haggard appearance. His hair had already left the world and his face had full wrinkles as if he was dehydrated to the extreme. His skin was pale and a bit lose but his eyes were vibrant with the fire of youth. His forehead had creased and was appear folding every time he furrowed his eyebrows.

"Father?!" asked Luke once more as he tried to cement the figure that was in front of him was indeed his father inside his unprepared heart. He had been deemed missing for quite a long time.

"Yes Luke it's me you idiot," answered the old man as his words prove who was the least favorite child.

"Father! Where have you been?! You look terrible!" said Priscila as she rushed forward.

The old man let out a sigh before shaking his head, "I was trapped inside a hideous thing and it was in another plane of existent. My power was sucked out every second as my body was nothing but a host for that thing. However..."

The old man took a glance at the young man in the bathrobe before smiling and slightly pushed her daughter away. Priscila looked at him with confusion lingering in her eyes since she knew who he was approaching.

Jin furrowed his eyebrows before he steps forward and his aura flared up. Both of their presence collided before the temperature suddenly heat up as they looked at each other with gazes that could kill. The intensity soon brought a tremble for the world.

"Looks like I've been gone for so long that even you could contest me, Jin!"

"Looks like I don't need to show my prowess against you like back then now do I?"

The old man retracted his presence with a chuckle, "Hahaha, let's save it for now. My business is not with you... but with him," said the old man as he pointed at Lyon with his eyes.

"Hmm? What are you talking about?" muttered Jin.

"Hm?!"

Everyone's eyes immediately widened as their pupils constricted upon the sight that was right in front of them. Their gasped noise could even be the start of an orchestra.

Cecile smirked as Lyon did as well before the latter crossed his arms. The old man was bowing against the younger generation with sincerity in motion.

"Thank you, young man, for detaching me from that hideous monster! You have every right to let me die there but you didn't, for that, I owe you my life!"