Emperor's Reckoning

A day had gone by since that grueling incident. The destruction of Treas was inevitable. There was nothing that they could do to stop the powerful trio. They had brought the wrath of someone they should never offend. The bounty didn't last even a week before the destruction occur.

"I still can't believe that we live!" 

*Thud!

He put down the big tankard on the table. Looking at the reflection of his face on the shaking mead he let out a sigh. 

"Not a single slit eh," said one of his friends with a cheeky laugh.

"Shut up man, you're not there. I saw it with my very eyes! A True God died in one of the most dishonorable ways."

"Alright, alright man, drink your mead."

"I'm serious!" said the man while picking up his big tankard and gulped down to their laughter.

He made a huge swallow before letting out a sigh. His cheeks slightly turned red as his sobriety fleeting. However, that splitting image kept his eyes woke and consciousness alert. Even though it was an image, his fight or flight mechanism was triggered.

"Treas is over, a new great family emerges," muttered the man as if he had experienced a whole thousand years in the last twenty-four hours.

His friend stopped his laughter before he leaned in, "Is it really true, I've heard that the auction houses were destroyed, not even the warehouses were left."

He let out a sigh before his eyes lazily looked at his friend.

"Nothing... not even his grand palace."

"Bah, you're drunk now," said his friend.

He glared at him before pulling his collar as he came face to face with his friend. The sudden movement caught the others' attention to a halt. A loud thud soon followed as the big tankard rolled over the table.

"Whatever you do..." he gritted his teeth. His veins around the neck bulged as his face trembled. His eyes glared openly without blinking as he looked at his friend.

"Don't mess with Lyon Torga... Don't mess with Emperor Lyon!" he let go of his grip before sitting back down and let their gasps filled the empty atmosphere.

"I see, so you were there too at the time," said a lone cultivator sitting right in front of the bartender before he raised up his glass and slightly looked at the ale swinging by as he lightly shook it.

"I took the strongest one here yet I'm still sober whenever I remember that vivid image. The powerful trio, how ridiculous. Not even heaven could stand against their might," he gulped down his shot before looking at the bartender and said, "Owner... you... it would be wise if you take down that bounty poster, else, even the one backing you up will betray you when that happens. If you think a criminal would stand a chance against those monsters, then this world is already doomed."

The bartender/owner was shaking as he heard those words. His eyes averted from the glass that he was cleaning with a white sheet to the poster of a young man that was hanged on the wall. He put the glass down before getting out of the counter. He walked with a pace of nervousness before he stood right in front of the wall. He took a huge swallow to pacify his wits.

His name was clear as day. The young man was said to have been responsible for the ending of one of the greatest families in the mortal world. Nobody had ever thought that such a feat was possible, but it did.

He reached out his hand before taking down the poster, rolling it up neatly before storing it in his spatial ring. 

His name would spread like wildfire. An epidemic of vanity would surround his name. Clad in his iconic smirk he chose not to bow against heaven yet destroyed the latter. The titan family Treas fell under his name. The emergence of a new power was looming. 

"A huge stir would be made now, those other great families had not foreseen this happening."

"Heh, nobody did, finding a needle inside a stack of hay has a better chance than this happening."

The bar was not the only one that was talking about Lyon Torga. The surviving experts were clarifying his name and power. Put him on the pedestal of the high orders.

Meanwhile, the young man that was spoken from lips to ears, from ground to the sky, was letting out a sigh.

The Kesya and the other two were kneeling in front of him as they hovered in the sky. The small mansion on the back of the huge bird was certainly not enough for all of them to be there. Especially since he brought literally everyone he knew aboard. He was not having any of them become hostages in the war against Treas but he never thought what happened after they won.

"So we are going back to uncle Garuda's mansion and stay there?" asked Sophia.

"Huh? Hey wait a minute, Sophia, don't you have your own place?" asked Lyon.

"Err.. no?" said Sophia as she put her gaze away.

*Sigh

He returned his gaze toward the three, "please guys, stand up."

"Yes, my lord," said Kesya.

"Yes, my emperor," said the cool butler man.

"Yes, master," said the half-giant with gray ash hair.

His mouth slightly twitched as he heard that each of them refer to him in a different way. Cecile laughed at the side before she left her husband in that awkward situation. 

Lyon shook his head, "Though you guys are strong as hell, your silent tears didn't even make your voice hoarse," he smiled.

The three of them had tears running down their cheeks but they didn't show any twitch of a muscle to hint that they were crying. He could see the longing in their eyes despite their unique stature.. He wondered what he had done to these three people so that their loyalty stayed with him for his second life.