Emperor's Reckoning

Hearing what Lyon said made Graff confuse to find his meaning. He looked at the two young misses beside him looking at the floor while their expression was hard to recognize.

"Sir Lyon, I'm sorry, I don't quite get the meaning of your wording," said Graff while smiling wryly.

"I killed him," said Lyon nonchalantly.

"W-what? How did-" Graff's words stuck in his throat as Clemora pointed out at the crater outside. Graff squinted his eyes as a sudden realization hit him like a truck. He remembered seeing the maid expression as he was told that Lyon wanted his presence. It was fear, dread, he clearly saw the maid was shaking from head to toe back then.

"By destroy, you mean.." Graff gulped his saliva altogether with his blood down from his throat. (No way... that crater outside...).

Clemora nodded, "Obiletirate."

Graff's eyes opened wide as he heard what she said. He knew how much their father only used them as a political item so he knew what she said was the truth. He looked at the young man in front of him with a sense of awe. He himself was incapable of destroying somebody down to the last bit but the figure in front of him did so to a cultivator much higher than his own. No remains, all gone.

With a gulp, Graff said, "May I ask if Sir Lyon the cause of the earthquake?"

"What do you think?" asked Clemora back.

Graff helplessly smiled, "Forget it, Luderia will... no, the entire Deo's fate will be under your flick of a finger. Such monstrous strength at a young age, it's too bad I will not live to see when you fully mature."

Lyon kept silent, even though he probably could extend his life with one of his spells he won't do it. The fact that Graff would really kill Clemora and Biane already decide his fate. Even so, Lyon had respect for the old man. Willing to go for such length for revenge was a quality, not anyone could have.

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"Well, I do not have much time left," said Graff as his breathing was getting slower.

"Reality might not what you expected but trust me, feeling all of the meridians exploding is nothing you could possibly imagine," said Lyon.

Graff smiled one last time as he said, "Thank you, Sir Lyon, I will tell my granddaughter that her strong grandpa was defeated, by none other than the greatest genius that ever lives!"

(My revenge was fulfilled not by me but it is enough to know that he suffered before his death, Feilin, will you pick up grandpa?) thought Graff as he lost his vitality and closed his eyes.

"Grandpa! Why are you sleeping, c'mon mom and dad are waiting inside, you don't want grandma to be angry do you?" a little girl's voice opened Graff's eyes. A wide-field meadow filled his vision as a little girl with twin tails hold his wrinkled right hand. "Huh? Why are you crying? C'mon, let's go already, whoa!"

Graff picked up the little girl as she sat on his shoulder. "Hahaha, Let me tell you a funny story of how I met the greatest cultivator that ever lived and how he woke me up from my dream!" said Graff as he walked toward his home.

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The bright sun in the sky was the opposite of what the two ladies inside the garden felt.

Standing in front of the manually made grave, Biane couldn't help but teared up. The old man was always beside him when she was a kid. In all her childhood memories, he was the embodiment of both the father and mother.

Even though Clemora was not really that fond of him he was still a greater man than her father. Ever since their mother died he did take care of them with almost no mistake was made. However, even the kindest man had a bad side.

On this day both of them learned a valuable lesson of life they will remember for a long time.

Lyon watched the two of them not far from their position. (Gh... I'm at my limit huh..) thought him as his body finally numbed all over. He fell forward as the wind would take him.

"Oh my, little brother just as I wanted to say hi, you fell to my bosom," a mature voice entered Lyon's ear as his face landed on a soft platform. He knew who was the person that embraced him but his consciousness was fleeting away.

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(No!) thought Lyon as he opened his eyes wide. His wits refused to let this chance go even if it cost his life! (C'mon, don't fail me now body! It's Kyoko! Kyoko for fuck sake!). Both of his hands slowly opened as they went around the narrow hips before finally pressing against the luscious pear-shaped butt.

"Eh?" Kyoko was surprised to experience this development.

With her butt being pressed by Lyon's hands, the two looked like they were embracing each other to make love, especially with Lyon's face still buried inside her breasts. His warmth breath was continuously touching her chest as Kyoko couldn't help but blushed.

As she was about to reprimand the young man, she canceled her intention. She felt the grip was loosing as Lyon closed his eyes on top of her breast. She smiled helplessly as she said, "Hmm, you can't do that to a woman you know..."

"Ryona, I know you are greeting your teeth, come out here and carry him, laid him to rest on the sofa," said Kyoko to lonely corner.

A figure came out from the shadow as it revealed itself to be the one that Kyoko called. While rubbing her head, she said, "I-I totally not gritting my teeth overseer."

Ryona further releasing Lyon from Kyoko and carried him like a princess to the sofa in a quick manner to avoid her teasing. As she laid down Lyon's head, suddenly the hand that was put around her shoulder pushed her nape toward him.

Her eyes opened wide as she felt a gentle spring on her forehead.

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(Wait, this isn't her mouth, ah well.... there goes consciousness) thought Lyon as he passed out.

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