Chapter 486: Regret of a Father

The three powerful figures didn't lift up their head even in the slightest. One of them could easily wipe out the map if they willed it to, but those powers lied under the command of one being.

The young man no longer crossed his hands. The mighty smirk that he usually showed was no longer present. His sarong fluttered against the whispers of the clear loud sky. The white clouds stuttered away and edged themselves on the horizon. 

The experts had seen the destruction of Treas and even those in heaven backing them up, destroyed in an instant. Half a step too late and they were gone. Never in their wildest dream, would the day come for a family that influential to crumble, especially not from a young man of the later generation. 

It was only yesterday that he had been branded wanted. A bounty was put on his head with favor from Lord Treas himself. They were bound to be hundred and hundreds of hungry grubbing golds cultivator that wanted a share. However, it didn't last long.

His name that was emergence from pithiness suddenly turned around with these three people. The auction houses were destroyed left and right. No mercy they called it, not even the treasures they kept. Not even heaven themselves.

"Emperor... Lyon..."

"Emperor..."

The onlookers muttered his name. The title emperor was not so easily given. Everyone could claim to be one but the one they saw that day was the real deal. 

"Heh," Cecile smirked. (At first, he might not look like it. Aloof and easygoing, nobody then would have guessed him of all people will someday take on that mantle. However, his other traits are the ones that make him perfect for the role of leading. He might not much of a ruler, in fact, he might be one of the worst. Leading, on the other hand, those fellows would maim the heaven and freeze hell for him).

"Emperor Lyon..." muttered Luna as her eyes stared at her loved one. His eyes were sharp as a blade and his hair fluttered against the gale as if nature themselves greet his sovereignty. She had a hunch before that he was at the top of the world, seeing him now only proven that she was right. There were so many uncountable possibilities of who he was in the past.

Lumina was standing at the corner on the huge bird. She crossed her arms as she closed her eyes with a smile. Nobody knew what she was thinking as Tuey muttered her name in silence.

Fenrir ran forward with his four little paws bypassing everyone before a giant reptile followed behind him. Stopping at the edge of the head of the huge bird, Fenrir's dark eyes glimmered the reflection of his master as well as Fusya.

"I don't know what to say, I have not regained my memories yet. However, the fact that you still come back after my death, kneeling not only with your knees but with your bare soul. The deep-rooted respect that you give me, I thank you," said Lyon.

Cecile smiled before she hovered over to his side. She suddenly put her thumb against his cheek before wiping away a glimmering liquid off of him.

Lyon opened his eyes wide before he touched his other cheek. It was warm and wet. 

"Heh," he smirked at his pathetic self. Three people in front of him were kneeling with their hearts out. Their loyalty was beyond the test of time. Yet, he couldn't even remember a single one of them.

(Ruined! Everything is in ruin!) thought Lord Treas as he could only look at the ground. As far as his eyes could see was nothing but empty land. Not an animal or even a dancing grass was left. The entire island was completely dead. He never thought the consequences of his action would be this devastating. He had been living a luxurious life for too long, far too long. He could have very well rebuilt the place once more since the treasures were still in his possession but he didn't have a way out, not with those three nearby. It won't be long before his death due.

He looked at both of his jittering palms before his rattling armors crumbled with the shake. The blast was powerful enough to crack his high-valued armor to a breaking point. However, his eyes' irises constricted as he felt a cold killing intent engulfing him from behind his crouching self.

"I don't even want to look at your face, don't even look for her in the afterlife," muttered Noark before he slashed Lord Treas's head without any hint of restraint.

The blood splattered to the ground, signaling the true end of his tyranny.

He crouched down before taking the ring off of his hand. The spatial ring of Treas, he looked at it with sorrow behind his eyes. This was the ring that was coveted by many other great families in the mortal world. (It won't be long now that the heads of the other families heard of this affair. Amongst those people there, there must be a spy hiding already, or perhaps they already left) thought Noark.

The development would bring out imbalances in the true power that held the mortal world by the hand. (Those great families won't be idling by. They were probably waiting for this moment to come, in fact, I bet those people wanted to end benefactor life's but the emergence of the three immediately made them run with tails between their legs).

Then he turned around and was looking for his second daughter and youngest child, Titania. He looked everywhere before seeing a hand reaching out to the sky from the surface of the sea. He immediately jumped forward before catching her hand. Pulling her up with one single motion he looked at his drenched daughter in the eyes.

The latter coughed out water out before Noark quickly carried her to the shore and let her rest.

"F-Father..." she made a pathetic smile. She touched Noark's face gently and it was warm to the touch. She was breathing heavily and her skin looked pale to an alerting degree.

He averted his gaze before his smile was undone. Her entire body had turned bloody. Though she was not hit directly by the blast, she was still near it. Even the armor that her grandfather wore broke, let alone her casual clothing. She was losing a lot of blood right at this second. The opened wound was kissed by the sea and the salt. Noark knew she must have held the pain and refused to scream.

"Wait here, I will look for help,"

"NO!" Titania shouted as he grabbed his wrist.

"Please don't go..."

Noark's eyes opened wide before sparking images played in his mind the moment he heard that voice. 

"Father, where are you going... I need to ask you something... there is this boy that really liked me, do you thin—" 

"Not now Titania," said the younger version of Noark as his eyes turned sharp and went past her. 

"Please don't go..." the young girl muttered but it was unheard of.

(At the time, I was on the verge of finding out about my mother's death, about the two people from heaven that I saw lingering around in Treas. I was about to confront my father once and for all before I saw Titania rushing at me, but I...) he gritted his teeth.

"I hated you father..."

Those words sent ripped apart his soul as his chest sunk in.

"I thought you left us for good and never came back. However, I was wrong... it was never your intention."

"No no no," Noark's voice was trembling as he held both of her hands. 

"It was my fault... I heard the story from Jin... you married a man named Borton. It is my fault that I didn't give you guidance. It is my fault that I... that I... that you..." he lost his voice.

"Heh, it's funny, I know he was only pretending to love me and tried to use me to get in the family. We even had a son together. I thought with him being born he would have truly loved me, but no. Both him and our son. I was pretending all my life, just to have a family of my own."

She smiled, "Big brother Luke and big sister Priscila sure have it lucky... I'm always the last one... the least experienced, the least talented. Got pregnant because I was in a jumbled mess. Now I'm at the point of no return. Why does my fate is so... cruel. Maybe because I'm stupid... I took every wrong choice in my life... but now... at the very least you are here with me, I can see your face one last time."

The misunderstood woman closed her eyes as her face could not be any paler. Noark couldn't feel any more strength from her hand as her breasts gradually stopped heaving. His goosebumps rose traumatically and his head looked down. He couldn't even scream his regret out, especially not to the smile Titania gave as her parting.