Emperor's Reckoning

Lyon was letting out a sigh. as he couldn't even be bothered by whatever Assid was doing in front of him. Having someone kneeling and respecting him felt wondrous of course but after a few times, it was getting irritating. At least, for the nineteen years old emperor.

"Assid, do whatever you want," his eyes lazily averted from the receptionist to the lady that was standing in the corner.

His eyes immediately glowed. His lips pointed upward. His chest was hardened as his charm exuded. He quickly muttered, "Quick, Assid, get up, there is a beautiful lady over there."

"Understood," Assid stood up and maintained his class. He turned around with a paper bag dangling by hands. One could see a variety of vegetables peaking out like radish, and carrots, those were huge carrots. Even the fortune-teller raised her eyebrows in disbelief.

However, Lyon was not the one to care about such a thing. His eyes were on the lady that had that red oblong dot on her glabella. She seemed ethereal, even though she was slightly surprised by what Assid was carrying.

He walked and approached her carefreely but the lady noticed how the staff was having a hard time settling their trembling fright. Regardless, the latter put up a kingdom-toppling smile on her face.

"Lyon," a call made him turn his glance. He saw Cherie and her mother was walking toward him.

"Oh? Is that your name?" the lady fortune-teller smiled coquettishly.

"Lyon, how are you? Did you enjoy the view of the city in the morning?" asked Cherie with a smile.

"Absolutely, I mean, at least something interesting had happened," said Lyon before he looked at the beautiful woman near him. "You won't believe who I met in the street."

"Oh?" The lady raised her eyebrows.

"Who did you meet?" asked Cherie as she quickly reached his arm. Her eyes showed genuine interest and she deliberately put her bosom closer than it should.

Lyon didn't even spare a shed of red blush as he nodded with a smile, "I met the fortune-teller!"

The three of them were immediately stunned. Cherie was looking at her mother feeling, somewhat unsure of herself. The latter blinked trying to process what he was saying before she looked at the lady fortune-teller herself.

"What?" Lyon furrowed his eyebrows.

"Hehe, nothing," the lady fortune-teller chuckled before she quickly followed up, "What do you think about the fortune-teller?"

Wanda raised her eyebrows before her glance slowly showed interest. (It seems like even the famous fortune-teller is interested in Lyon) she averted her glance back to the young man (Your charm showed no mercy, huh).

"Huh?" Lyon raised his eyebrows before he muttered, "That's a weird question, but okay?"

"I really can't tell, her face was covered by the curtain."

"Oh? It's a woman?" asked the lady as she perfectly feigned her identity by raising one of her eyebrows.

Lyon furrowed his eyebrows. "I'm pretty sure it's a woman from her voice though?"

"Her voice?" the lady smiled. "What was it like?"

"Well, like, a woman?" said Lyon he confusedly raised one of his eyebrows as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Can you be a little bit more specific?" asked the beautiful lady.

"I can't," Lyon laughed. "Sorry, haha!"

"I see," the lady smiled.

"Hey, you know my name already, what's yours?" asked Lyon with an enthusiastic smile while he put his hands on his waist.

"Let's not be too hasty now," said the lady fortune-teller as she coquettishly chuckled.

Lyon furrowed his eyebrows as his glance show a sign of suspicion.

"I took an interest in you, young man," said the fortune-teller as she smiled before she faced Wanda and asked, "Can I have a little stroll with him in your famous garden?"

Wanda raised her eyebrows in a huge surprise. She never thought that the woman would be so assertive. "T-Then, please, you are our honored guest, in fact, you and this dashing young man that swoon faires left and right over here are the same, you both can enjoy our garden to your heart content."

"What really compelling words that you used there, Wanda," said the fortune-teller as she smiled with a slight irritation from her twitched lips.

"Oh, my," the queen of the Sverine Kingdom chuckled, "I thank you for your praise, but I will not be able to compare to someone like you."

The fortune-teller furrowed her eyebrows vividly before the powerful queen had her pupils shrunken. The shock aura only descended to the latter's soul.

"Well, I would like to be alone with him in the garden," said the lady as she walked forward and past the stunned queen.

"Hmm... why do I attract dangerous woman left and right," Lyon muttered before he slowly followed her.

"Ah, Lyon?" Cherie called out.

"Hm?" he turned around before seeing the princess of the Sverine Kingdom had her eyebrows furrowed.

She was opening her mouth but shook her head in the end.

"I see," said Lyon before he turned around. Put his hands on the back of his head, then casually follow the beautiful lady.

Cherie was slightly confused by his response but her main concern was her mother. She saw the latter had a blank look on her face. Her eyes were not focused but she was breathing just fine.

"Mother, mother!"

"Huh?" Wanda blinked rapidly before she looked at her daughter. "What happened?"

"I-I don't know, but the fortune-teller seemed so pissed just before you were paralyzed?"

"Hmm," Wanda contemplated for a second before she smiled. "Look's like I pushed too far, where is she?"

Cherie gulped, "She is taking a stroll in the garden with Lyon, alone."

"Oh?" she smiled before she turned around and found the two of them reaching the garden.

"Shouldn't we help him? He might offend the fortune-teller. If she was ticked off by your words, could you imagine how fuming she would be if Lyon is getting comfortable?" said Cherie as she watched them leave."

"Offend the fortune-teller?" Wanda raised her eyebrows before she looked at her daughter. "What makes you think that he would offend her?"

"Because she is beautiful but he doesn't; know who she really is?" asked Cherie. "It's obvious mother."

"I see," Wanda smiled at her daughter. "It seems like you need some more experience."

"Huh?" Cherie raised her eyebrows. "What do you mean, mother?"

"Well," Wanda averted her gaze back toward the garden. "Do you think that he doesn't know who she is? Do you truly believe that?"

Cherie furrowed her eyebrows. "You meant that he already knew who she is? Wait, is that why she approach him?"

"Both questions are answered with a single yes," said Wanda. "They are pretending against each other, but even I don't know if the lady fortune-teller truly believes his act or not."

"But even so," Wanda smiled. "To think that he quickly shifted his attitude of doing things in that one single instant. It's like instinct at this point."

Wand shook her head, "The Sverine Inn suddenly hosted one dangerous person to First Heaven and another the most influential figure imaginable. What merit did I do a month ago to receive this blessing... or is it a curse?"

"We can only hope for the best, mother," said Cherie. (But then again, heh, now I understand why he said that. These two are playing a game).

The lady raised her eyebrows as she tried to leer behind her. (Why is he walking so slow?).

"I see that you are walking rather slow? Are you not as enthusiastic as before? Did I bore you already?" asked the lady as she kept walking. Her foot was already one step into the garden.

"Not at all," said Lyon as he joined the garden. "It's just that, something felt off about you."

"Oh? What makes you think that?" asked the lady with a smile before she turned around and stopped.

Lyon raised his eyebrows before the ethereal beauty showed her curiosity with her back slightly bending down as she looked at him. He put his hands down before he crossed his arms.

"Why is it so hard to give your name? Oh, dear fortune-teller?" asked Lyon with a smirk on his face.

The lady didn't seem to be surprised at all as she closed her eyes with a smile on her face. She straightened her back before she opened her eyes once more. "I see, are we ending our little game here?"

"What do you want?" asked Lyon with a smirk as his bearing ultimately changed.

(This young man definitely has the same aura as the one in that place, though it is vastly different in power, then that means, this is his son?) said the lady inwardly.

"I wonder if I can get to know you better? If that's okay with you," said the lady with her deadly smile.

"Oh, it's fine," a familiar voice was heard before the lady fortune-teller felt her goosebumps rose as auburn hair fluttered and a delicate soft tone entered her ear. "Isn't that right? Vivi Croix?"