Emperor's Reckoning

"Erm, how long are you gonna carry him like that?" asked the old man with a wry smile.

The dragon lady furrowed her eyebrows as she took a glare against him before the latter took two quick successions of a bow as he muttered, "S-Sorry."

"Oh look over there, there is a cara...van?" said Tuey as she noticed a pile of dust was coming it's way on the main road.

"Fusyah! Fusya Fusya!"

"What?" Tuey's ears perked as she thought she misheard. She furrowed her eyebrows as she thought (Is, is that the sound of a horse?). She shook her head, it was a moment ago that she heard what a horse sounded like. There was no way they evolved a matter of minutes from the moment they walked down from the cliff.

"Fusyah! Fusya Fusya!"

The caravan put a stop right in front of the group before Tuey noticed that it was never a horse, to begin with. She gulped her saliva as she looked at the thing that dragged the caravan. The lizard was four-legged with pink skin that looked amphibious. Its eyes were a total black but the way the lips were shaped, it's almost as if it could never not smile with how wide it is. The figure was as long as the caravan itself and she could see its webfeet. 

"A lizard?"

"Fusyah!"

The lizard-like being nodded twice as its eyes looked at Tuey in excitement.

*thump

Tuey's heart fluttered as she looked at the lizard-like being responded. Her face blushed as desires within her eyes were as clear as day. (She is so cute!!) thought Tuey before she jumped and hugged its huge head. She rubbed her head against its skin as she felt the softness of a baby.

"Hohoho, look's like you like Fusyah," said the old man with a chuckle before he approached the driver who held the reign.

"Can you take us to the nearest city please?" asked the old man.

"Well, I am currently on delivery service so the caravan is filled with packages. I'm afraid I can't let you guys in. Please don't misunderstand, I'm just upholding my honor as a deliveryman. If there are things broken or stolen inside, my reputation would be ruined and my business would decline," said the driver with a cheeky smile under the rice hat.

The old man nodded before he retrieved a pouch with a flick of his finger from the spatial ring that he wore. He took the caravan driver's hand before putting the pouch on top of his palm and pressed the latter's finger to hug it. The old man smiled as he nodded before he let go.

Feeling the heavy pouch that was on his palm. He gulped his saliva before peeking the content inside it. Under the rice hat, his eyes opened wide in disbelief before he quickly hid the pouch inside his own spatial ring. The caravan driver smiled as he nodded, "Honored Guests, please, go inside and excuse my lack of welcome."

"Why do we need to use a caravan to get to the nearest inn?" asked the dragon lady coldly.

The old man couldn't believe what she just muttered out of her mouth. Though she didn't mean it, she shouldn't have said it out of the blue, should she? 

"Ah, this, well, I forgot to mention that in this world, you wouldn't be able to fly," said the old man with a wry smile. 

The dragon lady furrowed her eyebrows, "What do you mean?"

"That's because the mana here is so dense you cannot ride it in the air, but you have wings so... maybe you can??" said the old man before he turned curious in the latter words.

"Hmm," the dragon lady opened her majestic silver dragon wings before the caravan driver almost had a heart attack.

"Fusya?"

The lizard-like being tilted its head as it looked at the dragon lady.

She leaped with a bolster of wind upon her acceleration to the sky, leaving the group with fluttering hair and the rice hat of the caravan driver blown away. 

(Ah? Is that? Is she carrying a person by the ankle?!) thought the caravan driver as he only now noticed his existence.

Lyon was dangling unconscious in the air while the dragon lady furrowed her eyebrows. Her sliver wings felt heavier than usual as she flapped to gain altitude.

"Tch!" in the end she glided down before Lyon's face hit the ground with a bang. 

"Oh god!" exclaimed the caravan driver as he almost felt the pain that Lyon suffered. (What did he ever do to deserve that?) thought the caravan driver before he shook his head. Meddling into another's affair was not wise and it would break his code as a deliveryman, besides, with strength like that, 'bad idea' was printed all over the place.

Whilst the two servants looked at his master with their teeth biting their nails. The dragon lady casually dragged Lyon inside the caravan first.

"Ah, hahaha, please excuse her," said the old man with a slight bow as an expression of an apology.

"N-no, it's fine, it's fine," said the caravan driver.

"C'mon little girl, don't hug Fusyah for too long or we won't get anywhere," said the old man before he entered the caravan.

"Ah!" Tuey woke up from her stupor before she blushed. She never got carried away over something like this before. She pouted before she looked at the being called Fusya.

"Fusya??" the being tilted its head.

"Take care in the road alright? We are counting on you!"

"Fusya! Fusya!"

The being nodded repeatedly before Tuey gave it one last hug.

"Let's go!" shouted Tuey as she was the last one in after the twin servants inside the caravan.

"Fusyah!" the lizard-like being started to move its four legs down the main roads.

Meanwhile, on the contrary on the outside, the dragon lady actually put Lyon's head on top of his thighs. However, what made the old man and Tuey's lips twitched was how the man in question smiled on his unconscious state as if he knew he was on probably the greatest pillow ever.

"He is impossible," muttered Tuey as her eyebrow started to twitch.

"Hahaha! A true man if I must say!" said the old man.

"A perverted one to be sure," muttered Tuey.

The old man laughed before he let out a sigh, "Well, it's been quite some time since I last came here."

"Hey driver, is there anything exciting going on?"

"Well there is nothing, oh wait, there is actually something big going on," said the caravan driver.

"Oh?? Something big? C'mon driver, spit it out, you don't have to keep up in suspense hahaha."

"Hahaha, I don't intend to, there is a big competition called The Throne, I think there is a flyer inside between the boxes there, you can look it up."

"The Throne?! Wah, looks like I came at the right time to come home! Hahaha!"

"What's that?" asked Tuey with her ears perked up.

"Well, The Throne is actually a post-competition after The Crown."

"Yeah, that doesn't explain anything tho," said Tuey with a squinted eyes.

"Hahaha, be patient. You see The Crown tournament would result in one winner which would later be awarded the title of Crown Bearers. Now here is the fun part, The Crown tournaments are held in several different places that one couldn't even imagine, so that means there is naturally more than one winner."

The old man smiled, "But here is the fun part. Since the winners will be awarded a crown, naturally they would need one more thing to be called a king. Hence, The Throne. However, unlike The Crown tournament, The Throne had only one seat."

"Wah, then—"

"That's right, whoever won the tournament had the right to sit on the throne. The highest honor young cultivators could have. He or she will sit there overlooking the others beneath them. The one with the most potential to change the generation or even entering Heaven!"

"Heaven? Is that place really great?" asked Tuey

"I don't know hahaha!"

The group had black lines over their head before one of the twins found the flyer amidst the boxes.

"Oh?! Let me see, let me see," said the old man before he took the flyer.

"To think that my world would host it this time hahaha," muttered the old man.

"So a full hundred this time made the cut huh? Not bad, not bad, woah even the flyer said that this time is a Miracle Generation! Things are about to go wild hahaha! Not to mention betting my money hahaha!"

"Hmm, did it mention the names of the participants?" asked Tuey.

The old man smiled, "Even better, look here, all I have to do is inject mana and..."

*zing

There was a 2-D portrait above the magic brand of the flyer as it rotated horizontally. There was a name under the face too and every five seconds the picture changed to another participant.

"Hmm, I don't really know a lot of them but, The Fist of East, Kurga, I think I've heard of him."

"Burning Crane, Jursu Saba."

"Swordmaster, Nio Aur."

"So not only names, but they also got their nicknames attached," said Tuey with a wry smile.

*zing

"NGH?!"

"No way!"

Both Tuey and the old man opened their eyes in disbelief as well as the twin servants. The dragon lady raised one of her eyebrows before she took a glance. Her silvery pupils immediately shrunk as she looked at the picture that was generated above the flyers.

That smirk, that deadly charismatic smirk. There was no one else that could possess such feature that even beings in Heaven would envy.

"Young Emperor, Lyon Torga."