Emperor's Reckoning-Chapter 38: The Custom

After being granted permission by Anskar, both of Lyon and Kyoko started their investigation. They inspected the edges of the hexagon and found remnants of energies that undoubtedly belong to Lyon.

Of course, she did not point that out, instead, she misleads the guards that she needed more days to investigate this matter and the guards gladly obliged since the king himself didn't set a time limit.

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Beneath the kingdom was an underground prison with a narrow hall. Criminals were chained inside their cell. f𝘳ℯℯ𝙬𝒆𝚋𝐧oν𝑒Ɩ.c𝑜𝙢

At the end of the hall stood a steel door engraved with the Phantera Kingdom's symbol. There was not even a small window on the door, just pure steel door.

Inside the door, sat a middle-aged man on a wooden chair. He held a lit up candle by his right hand to which enlighten his bottom part of his face a little.

"Hahaha," the middle-aged man laughing by himself, "I never thought my niece would get a young man like that."

The middle-aged man was the owner of the Academy in Nostria, Argeon Phantera the Harbinger of Death, Luna's uncle.

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At night inside the inn, Lyon's group was discussing something.

"By the way, Lyon, do you know what is the identity of Luna's fiancee?" asked Karina.

"No idea," said Lyon while shaking his head.

"Ugh, her fiancee name is Draco Vishap, a prince with a dragon bloodline. I don't know what is his cultivation level, but he is probably as strong as me," reprimanded Karina.

(I could already guess he had a dragon bloodline the moment she said his name was Draco), thought Lyon.

"So anyway, he is going to come here to take her hand tomorrow."

"Oh, okay then, let him come, but on another issue, who is your pursuer?" asked Lyon with his eyebrows slowly met with each other.

Hearing his question, Jugen said, "Let me do the honours," then Jugen began to narrate, "Big brother, your rivals are bigger and stronger than that 'snake'.

"One is from this very kingdom, the prince of the Phantera Kingdom the son of Anskar, Arectum. Although he is not as talented as his father, the-"

"Wait! Wait! His name is, A-rectum? REALLY? HAHAHAHA." laughed Lyon, however, nobody got the joke.

"Anyhow, he is the least you should worry about, that guy just abuse his father influence to gain recognition. The second one is from a dynasty, you heard it right, my sister's charm knows no bound.

"And then the third one is a King from the west, He accidentally met my sister during her training in the west was captivated. Then ..."

There were too many that Lyon quickly lost interest in listening. Then Ryona whispered from behind, "Wait until you hear mine <3." 𝒇r𝙚𝙚𝓌𝙚𝑏𝗻𝑜𝘷𝗲𝘭.c૦𝑚

(GOD!)

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The sun and the moon quickly change their shift, and two days had passed.

*grug

*grug *grug

A young man riding a horse clad in armour stole the attention of everyone inside the kingdom. He didn't wear a helmet and let his long red hair fluttered with the wind. His armour had a dancing dragon engraved. His handsome face had a haughty expression like he was a heaven's chosen.

He was not alone, he also brought his two bodyguards with him and they were heading to the arena.

The Phantera Kingdom had a special custom. The groom-to-be had to stand inside the arena, and accept challenges from other to prove his worthiness to take the bride-to-be. This was done for the sole purpose of proving that the groom-to-be was a strong individual that could protect the bride and that it has the strongest bloodline.

This custom was not applicable to the prince.

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The arena was also hexagon shaped. Unlike the arena in Nostria, there was only one balcony for the royalties. There were no dukes nor viscount, nor marquis. However, this balcony was long enough to contain other royalty guests.

Right now, on the balcony were Anskar and the beautiful Luna. Anskar didn't have any general beside him, but Luna had Martis standing beside him.

"Miss, are you sure that he will show up?" whispered Martis.

"He is already inside the arena," smiled Luna.

Martis was confused.

*grug

*neigh

Draco finally arrived in the arena.

*woooaaaah

The crowd was ecstatic, to see some action from the powerful dragon bloodline. He walked up to the arena and raised his hand to rile up the crowd even more.

Then with a slight bow to Anskar, "I apologize beforehand as my father and mother will be late because of some matter."

"That's alright, we will begin once your parents arrived," said Anskar calmly. Nobody what he was thinking.

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Inside the prison.

*creek

The steel door was opened casually, apparently, it was not locked at all. The middle-aged man from inside revealed himself.

His face was similar to his older brother Anskar except for the lack of beard, He had a slimmer figure than his brother, but those muscles were not to be messed around. Along with a black-stripped white tail that moved around violently. He was topless and wore tattered white pants.

*crack

*crack

He stretched his arms and loosen his neck, all the prisoners quickly pretended to sleep. They didn't want to mess with this Harbinger of Death. The king was alright since he was calmer but this guy would rip them off just because they snored.

"Looks like the plan is in motion," said Argeon smilingly.

"Hmm? You guys didn't hear what I said just now right?"

*HIIIII

"Sleeping, sleeping, we are sleeping!" said one of the inmates while shivering under his blanket.

"GOOD," said Argeon.

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*grug

*grug

A royalty chariot lead by three generals arrived inside the arena. They were from the same kingdom as Draco.

*tap

*tap

Two people came out of the chariot, one male and one female. They both exude a royalty aura.

The male was an old man with a wrinkled face but absolute charisma, he had a long white hair and beard, wearing red royalty cloth with a dancing golden dragon embroidered. He was Draco's father, Drago Vishap.

The female was a beautiful middle-aged woman, with a peach complexion. she wore a gown in the same colour and embroidery. She was Draco's mother, Fina.

"I'm sorry we are late," said Drago with a hint of respect.

Anskar didn't seem to mind and stood up, "It's alright, come to join us in the balcony, the ceremony custom is about to start."

After the king and queen head up to join Anskar, on one of the seats in the audience sat, one young scholar with his right hand flashing nonstop.

(Goddamnit woman, just because people can't see doesn't mean I'm not annoyed!), thought Lyon with a forceful smile.

On the balcony Luna notice his reaction and couldn't help but chuckled.

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