Emperor's Reckoning

Lyon suddenly leaped under the onlookers' eyes before spreading his arms. With a grin on his face and no nervousness spotted despite being watched by hundreds of others, he tried to embrace the tall beauty that was coveted by many stars in the dark sky. 

Heaven's wanted her heart. The emerging geniuses from all corners of the world couldn't bat her eyelids. Whether their background was from a distinctive family, a powerful royal house, or even the heaven world, they did everything but she refused. With her family background, there was no way around to threatened her since she belonged to arguably the strongest family of the mortal world. 

However, how could they know that her heart had weaved a thick immortal thread toward one young man that had accepted her before she was someone grand and prestigious? The one that could end everything in sight, the one that both heaven and hell wanted dead. The one that knew her from she was a nobody. The kindness that she would never forget, the feelings that etched still even after reincarnation. There was nothing in this world that could replace him, not even her current parents did she put as much trust compared to the trust she put in him.

Cecile naturally opened her arms to welcome him. The young man from back then, even though he looked a bit younger than the version she had seen all her life, he was still the same. With a smile on her face, there was not a single care in the world for her to what other people might think. They might think he was too good or they might think that he was too bad, all her heart want was what she will get. 

"Ah~" muttered Lyon as his face landed right against her voluptuous bosom. The soft boink that his cheeks had landed was softer than the pillow made of silk case. The bounce and how his face was cherished by it was subpar. The seamless body of the ultimate woman was in his embrace. Though she was taller than him, he didn't care. Such a thing only made it better, at least that what his thought was.

"You are so blessed Cecile, aren't you happy?" said Lyon while giving out a chuckle as he looked up against her glowed-up face.

Cecile raised one of her eyebrows before looking at Lyon, whose hands were tighter than when he was holding a sword. She let out a playful smirk as she lightly hummed.

"Hmm, for someone that is asking the question, your face sure showed the answer," said Cecile.

"Hehehe..." Lyon grinned.

Cecile's hands suddenly reached out to his head before pushing it even deeper into her embrace. She didn't mind the gaze of the onlookers around them. She rustled his hair that was smooth to the touch. 

"Eh-hem!" Priscila let out a fake cough with her cheeks already turning a red hue.

However, her fake cough didn't disturb Lyon as he basked in the glory and peace of his woman. The shameless act was quite the opposite of what he had just done. His image of being one of the most powerful cultivators amongst his peers was still etched on their minds, especially the pardoned one that was still held hostage by his copy. 

His eyes didn't blink the whole time as he saw the even unfold by his very own eyes, out of everyone here, he was one of three that knew what really happened. The feat of killing Borton's father still shivered him with fear and the feat of calling everyone back to the place, to the world they originally were from made his awe. Now, with the addition of bullying and just toyed around with heaven's tribulation highest level, heaven's manifestation, he couldn't say a single word as all of them stuck in his throat.

(Legion... The Legion has an unfathomable enemy now...) thought the pardoned one. With the addition of his woman that was most arguably as powerful as him, he started to wonder if Legion would even survive. Time was the only thing holding his revered one's power, with enough time, he probably could become experts even in heaven. There was not a single thing in this world that could contest with the young man in front. Would there exist even two, the world would collapse.

"EHEM!" Priscila let out a bigger fake cough.

Lyon was still enjoying the peace he had despite his mother-in-law and his father-in-law was watching all of it. Their display of love, some would say its uncouth, while others could only bit their nails in jealousy. He never hid his emotion toward his woman, probably that was one of the traits that both repelled and attracted them at the same time. Staying true to himself despite being not having a very neat-like attitude. He was a gentleman in his own class.

Priscila leaned in closer before he stood beside her new son-in-law and again.

"EHEM! EH-GH! *cough" she was trying so hard to fake cough that she actually let out a real cough and straining her eyes, then every time she did it, her obliques contracted to a slight painful degree.

"Hahaha!" laughed Jin the emperor. He knew he probably shouldn't but it was one of those rare times.

"Alright, we will continue this later, don't you think you have something to say?" asked Cecile as she looked down and caressed his face. There was not a single shred of doubt of love behind those auburn eyes. The soft lips of hers were tempting and alluring Lyon's lips. Especially after he remembered a part where he met her the first time and how the two spend, basically, eternal nights together. 

Lyon took a deep breath as he tried to let go of his beautiful woman. It was harder than pulling out a legendary sword that could make someone a king, but he managed to do before letting out ugly disappointed scorn as he turned around. Cecile chuckled looking at him (I never saw him like this before, this must be what his youth would look like, though I have nothing against fate, I'm truly lucky to see him at this stage). She suddenly leaned in and give him a peck to the cheek to his surprise.

Sure enough, his face lit up with a gleaming glow as if he hit an epiphany. He glanced around before finding Jin and his wife that had her eyes red from the rough cough.

He suddenly let out a single bow before saying, "Thank you for taking care of Cecile after all this time, I will be forever in your debt!"

Jin was slightly surprised and confused by his son-in-law's words. They were her parents, of course, they would take care of her beloved and only daughter.

"Ah, what are you saying all of a sudden. We are a family now! No need to say something like that hahaha! Besides... it's weird and confusing," answered Jin.

"Hmm..." Priscila let out a slight hum as she closed her eyes and trying to regain her compulsive heart from the rough coughing session. She opened her eyes once more and a hint of tears could be seen from the edges but at the very least it was not as red as before.

"You do know I have questions right? Some of them might be heavy for you," commented Priscila before she let out a sigh as she darted her glance from the young man to her tall beauty. 

"Honestly, I never thought that you are the eloping type Cecile, and I'm your mother. Ever since you were a child, you always say that you already have a husband, ah I remembered it vividly. Every time that topic was up and I, with your father, teasingly ask about who will take your hand in the future, you always said that you already have someone in your mind. We chuckled at your act back then, but I never thought that you are actually speaking the truth. Even when grandfather was looking for a possible suitor for you, you rejected him flat."

"Oh...." Cecile suddenly remembered something.

"Hmm? What is it?" asked her mother.

"Mother, I'm sorry but, Lyon and I are going to go against the world," smirked Cecile as she crossed her arms.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Hehe, you see, Lyon actually slapped that old bone's astral figure with his tail. That was a direct slap to his old face for sure."

"WHAT?!" exclaimed both Jin and Priscila, before Luke and his wife followed suit.

Offending a powerful person was one thing, but offending the old bone was something else. What kind of heart Lyon must have to dare to do that? Not to mention the experts that would do any of the old bone's biddings, his own power was quite extraordinary. Couple that with the weapons in his treasury. He was probably the last person anyone want to offend. 

They all looked at the young man in a bathrobe, this madman had no equal.