Emperor's Reckoning

Inside the room where Lyon was assigned to. He was seen sitting beside the window and looking at the sky of First Heaven. There were stars and a single moon illuminating the city of Afurnae.

Many buildings were destroyed and blood spilled in the city of Afurnae. The Bolg Kingdom and the Sverine Kingdom were working together to build up the city once again but their work won't be done in a day.

Lyon smiled before he said, "What's the difference between here and the Mortal World, they got a sun, we have a sun, they got a moon, we also have a moon, perhaps more."

Cecile was leaning on the bed with her legs crossed. The scenery in the night sky was beautiful but was not comparable to her. She was smiling as she put her glance against the youth by the window. His charm was heightened to a point that he could swoon goddesses and fairies effortlessly.

"Aren't you going to ask why did I kill Felicia even after her brother asked her to run?" said Cecile.

"I was surprised, not gonna lie," said Lyon as he kept his gaze on the night sky. The moon illuminated his face but a smile was revealed. "But, you are my wife and I'm your husband, if you think that you don't need to tell me, why should I ask?"

Cecile smiled, "After all these years, you still trust me that much?"

"If I don't trust my own wife, why would I even get married in the first place," said Lyon as he shook his head with a smile.

Cecile raised both of her eyebrows before she crossed her arms, "Have you regained your memories?"

"I've tried, but the person behind that door said 'not yet'," Lyon chuckled.

"Oh? Haha!" Cecile smiled. "Look's like even you have to be wary of you."

Both of them chuckled at the same time.

"Cecile, why is this placed called Heaven when it's nothing different than the Mortal World?" asked Lyon before he turned his face at her.

Lumina who was sitting by the side also looked at her.

Cecile took a noticeable heavy sigh.

"The answer is quite complicated and I'm not good at explaining things, unlike Maria."

Lyon raised his eyebrows before he put both feet down as he sat by the window. "You know, I've met Selena before and obviously you, but, Maria, can you tell me about her? Why is she so mysterious to me for some reason."

Cecile sighed, "Well, she is a nice person, unlike Selena, she is really, really kind, but she is no fool."

"Is she beautiful?" asked Lyon shamelessly.

"Well, with your taste, what do you think?" asked Cecile with one her brows rose.

"Hahaha!" Lyon laughed before he looked at both of his palms. His smile remained as he slightly narrowed his eyes in happiness. (Maria, I wonder where are you right now, I will find you).

Cecile looked at Lyon with a slightly dejected face. She seemed to be hiding something from him.

"I guess even as a pervert like you, you still could attract a nun," said Lumina as she shrugged her shoulders.

"Hahaha!" Lyon laughed before another laugh followed behind the door. "Eh?"

"Oh crap!"

Cecile furrowed her eyebrows before she said, "Kesya, no need to hide, if you want to enter just enter, Graham and Assid too, what the hell are you guys doing?"

The three generals immediately assembled right in front of the door inside the room before kneeling.

"We apologize!" said the three of them.

They might be more powerful than Lyon and Cecile, but they still bowed at the sight of their masters.

"Guys, is the night, no need to kneel or whatnot," said Lyon as he sighed. "Besides, we are still talking about Maria, however, since you are here I guess I can ask about other things."

"Hmm?" Cecile raised her eyebrows, "What do you want to ask?"

"About the other three of course!" said Lyon proudly as he crossed his arms.

"Ah, I see," Kesya nodded before she stood up. "Well, I'm the sixth and last general number-wise."

"I know that," said Lyon as he twitched his eyebrows, "I mean the other three, like who was or should I say is? The first general, is he or she stronger than you Graham?"

"Erm... I have no answer to that," said Graham as he shook his head.

"Woah, he or she must be strong, then that means the order of the number was based on your strengths?" said Lyon as he nodded.

"Hehe, about that," Kesya was pushing her index finger against one another as she looked away.

Cecile chuckled by the side as Assid closed his eyes.

"What is this weird atmosphere? You can just say no!" said Lyon he lightly scowled. "If it's not by your strengths then what? Cultivation level? The sum of arts you mastered?"

"It's even worse than that," Cecile shook her head.

"Hm?" he looked at Cecile grinning from ear to ear.

"You didn't choose their ranks by their strength, the numbers actually mean nothing."

"Why?" asked Lyon.

"Well..." Cecile recounted the event.

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"Alright guys, listen up, I will decide your ranks once and for all, for the glory of... whatever this kingdom name is, I forgot."

"Master, your face is bright red, are you drunk?" asked Kesya whose hair was tied to a pigtail.

"No! I uh, I'm blushing, now where was I," said the person that was standing on top of the table.

"Who gave him his drinks?" said Assid before he sighed. "Alright master, let's step down now, I will bring you something to cool off later."

"Hey, no touching," said the person before he stepped down.

(Oh he actually stepped down).

"Alright, where was I? Oh right, those fools wanted a proper structure of the kingdom, I couldn't be bothered to sort you out. I can't say that I didn't want to assign your ranks based on your strength, but, look at you guys, you guys are different from one another. One is good at something and bad at something while the other one is good at something else and bad at something else. So how do I sort this problem? Easy! Behold!"

He reached his pocket before pulling out an item. It was a cube with dots on its side.

"A single piece of die?" muttered Kesya as she slouched. "You're joking."

"Shut up, this is the best idea that I came up with!"

Kesya sighed before Graham uttered. "We should be grateful that out of all the drunk-type that could be activated it was the chatter type."

"Alright, who's first?!" said the person.

"Me!" Kesya immediately raised her hand.

"Alright!" the person suddenly slammed his foot on the ground.

"Eh? Master?" Kesya blinked twice before the person threw the die into the sky and kill a couple of passing birds.

Kesya's mouth twitched furiously. (Does it even come back if you throw it that hard?). Her eyes couldn't keep up against the die that had shrunken to a dot.

A good thirty seconds had passed before Kesya's eyebrows rose. "Oh?"

She caught the die with her bare hand. Steam came out between her fingers before she opened it.

'Six'

"Well, I guess you are the sixth general then, hahaha! NEXT!" shouted the person.

"Are you serious?!"

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"Well, that's the gist of it," said Cecile as she chuckled.

Lyon had his mouth twitching as he saw the three generals didn't deny a single word that she had just said. "Damn..."

Lyon stood up before he shamelessly yawned after the short story, "Man it's been a long night, I should be sleeping. Good night everyone!"

He walked to the door before Cecile called him out. "Where are you going? This is our room."

(Oh right, I'm married) thought Lyon before he turned around.

"Then we will be taking our leave," said Assid.

"Oh, say hi to Queen Wanda for me," Cecile smiled.

Wanda who was eavesdropping outside immediately raised her eyebrows before the door was pulled. She saw Kesya grinning before the latter said, "Empress said hi."

Wanda smiled wryly before she apologized with a bow. "I'm sorry to be rude but I can't help but be interested in your story."

Cecile who could look at Wanda from the bed nodded with a smile at her, "I don't mind, because if I do, you would know."

Wanda could only accept the defeat before she left. Her heart was racing after the event as her forehead slowly drenched with cold sweat. "There are three others?! Three powerful others that served his name?!" She was bound not to have a good sleep tonight.

No matter how rough the day was, the night was still serene and silent. Meanwhile in the very far outskirt of the city. A carriage that was pulled by a horse with wings was on its way toward Afurnae. One could see a single silhouette from the windows.