Emperor's Reckoning

Chapter 392 - Women Of Class

The eyes of the onlookers were locked toward the group of women that just came out of the grand carriage. The purple hair one led them as her hips swaying and her arms swinging when she walked. Her eyes were sharp forward as she ascended those stairs, pricking the hearts of those young nobles and the likes. She might not be as tall as the others nor strong as the others, but every woman in the room knew the difference between her and the ones behind her.

Ryona had her arms behind her head as she aloofly walked the way she wanted even in a formal such as this. Her smile turned brighter as she looked at the variety of foods on the curved table. She was the wildest of all of them, but she didn't care how the onlookers think that she didn't belong in such an event.

Biane and Clemora both had their usual dress with them at all times. Though the banquet that they had with Lyon before was far from being this grand, the fine etiquettes were more or less the same. Those that were born with nobility knew how to properly act in a gala, however, the atmosphere at the time and now was vastly different since their profiles couldn't be compared. They all lacked the resources compared to the other elites but being two of four beauties from Luderia's Dynasty, they didn't lack the class that they were exuding, especially not Aelina.

The Princess of Luderia had her setbacks and her own experience with the miracle maker. She could still feel the warmth of his hand when grabbing hers. Not to mention the entire thing where she held on to his neck under the heavy wave on the slippery cliff. Nothing could replace the memory that she experienced at the time. Slightly clenching her hands, she walked forward while exuding authority. Meanwhile...

"Fuu..."

A smoke permeated out as the whole male in the room was captivated by the scents that suddenly occupied their nostrils. The hint of maturity and mellow was in that very fragrance, none of them coughed, but every one of them definitely got caught by the relaxing feeling that made their cheeks turned a red hue. Her azure hair was darker than the sea and her ears slightly trickled despite the calm demeanor that she exuded with her slow walk. The woman didn't host the banquet but no one would blame them if someone thought that she was. Her red eyes looked at the surrounding cultivators but a hint of worry was not shown in her face. (Every single one of them is quite strong, but... that's because of the situation they were born in, give it a month and I bet these women would also reach a breakthrough) thought Kyoko before she smiled wryly (Of course, the only one that holds them back is actually the Savior himself. Oh Lyon you double-edged playboy).

The golden silk of hair that was fluttering immediately caught their attention the moment she stepped in. Her sharp eyes didn't take a glance at the drooling men and the jealous women. Some will judge, some will praise, but the golden demoness that wore a cap didn't hesitate to walk on the red carpet. Her tomboyish nature couldn't be beaten as she refused to wear a dress to such an event. Born from a nobility the woman was unrestrained and managed to make a name for herself back in Nostria. However, her cultivation had a sudden boost ever since she and Lyon uncovered the rumored 'sacred beast' in the forest near the kingdom. 

However, the women's and the mens' moods immediately swapped with each other the moment a beautiful man stepped forward with his trusty bow and quiver on his back. His ears were almost sharp but not elf-like sharp. His face was clean and handsome and his hair draped around his shoulders to his chest. The clear view of his smile brought the women's hearts to flutter and their male counterparts to fume in jealousy. He didn't wear any fancy things like those men in power wore, he wore his usual outfit that fit his role as a marksman.

"Man, look at them! Their figures immediately captivated the entire room!"

"I know right, but who are they, I never heard of them."

"I never saw them either."

The sect leaders and the youngster in their clan were eyeing the women but who could blame them. Each of their beauty could topple a kingdom and incite war. 

"Well, if nobody is going to approach them, then let me," one of the men from the Crown Winner chuckled before one of them hold their shoulder.

"Oi oi, if you want to take the step ahead there is no need to pull this brother down, there are more than one there and their cultivation level is quite meh, so it would be easy to allure one of them," said the same man with a wry smile.

"No, you shouldn't, if you value your life, you better stay put with us," said the Crown Winner that came from the East City.

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The man looked at his face that was full of grim. He had a harsh gulp before turning around and faced him, "What's wrong? Do you know them?"

All the others immediately leaned in to listen to what the man was about to say. The atmosphere in that small circle immediately turned palpitating as the latter looked down to the floor to take a breath. He faced up and looked at them before saying his words.

"Before the competition begins, I remember vividly how Kaiju Loh set his eyes on the group. However, the group didn't faze, especially that woman with purple hair. She crossed her arms and blatantly said that he was nothing compared to Lyon."

"Lyon? You mean?!"

"En, the Young Emperor himself, Lyon Torga. The man that laid waste to East City, even crippling Kaiju's senior in the process since he dared to meddle."

The man took a harsh gulp before clasping the Crown winner's hand with a strong nod, "Thank you..."

The group immediately canceled their initiation to even talk to the group. Their cultivation might be the lowest in the room but their status was amongst the highest. The young man that killed the immense genius right in front of the whole city without a care of consequences, who would dare to offend them now. 

"Hmm.. all eyes are locked on them, do you know who they are?" asked Priscila.

"I know Aunty, they belonged to the handso—"

"Handso?"

Priscilla raised her eyebrows in confusion before her lips turned into a smirk, "My, did you hear that, Sophia call someone handsome, Feine, do you know who is she talking about?"

"Hmm?? Really? Sophia?! Who is it?! Who is it?!" Feine suddenly grabbed a hold of her shoulders as she leered her eyes into her.

"N-N-No..." (Damn this old lady is really sharp!) thought Sophia.

"Oh no... not my Sophia," wailed Luke as he kneeled on all four.

"Dad, stop."

"Ok."

Jin had his mouth twitching as he saw his brother-in-law turned docile in a single command like a dog. (Speaking of dogs, where is Tuey?) thought Jin as he looked around but didn't find her.

"Calm down mother, they came from the lesser world where Lyon is from."

"Lyon? You mean 'the' Lyon?" asked Priscila as her eyebrows furrowing.

"Yes, Aunty, the very same Lyon that the empress brought..." Sophia nodded.

"Kh!"

Her mood was instantly fuming seeing the group of beautiful ladies. She couldn't believe her son-in-law was such a womanizer. Her clenching fist popped a crackle that brought about the attention of her husband. 

"Jin you bastard!"

"Huh? What? Wa-wait a minute, this is a banquet dear, so please let's not resort to violence."

"Hmph!"

Jin was surprised that it actually went well as he hoped it would. However, though he was glad, he still shook his head in questioning himself.  (What the hell did I do? Why is she having mood swings? Is it a full moon tonight?) thought Jin Haga.  Not even the emperor could predict what his wife's next action would be.

"Hmm... I don't see hubby anywhere..." said Ryona as she looked around.

"Knowing him he is probably sleeping.... oh no..." Biane muttered.

"What's wrong?"

"This, this pattern... is exactly like what happened last time," Biane smiled wryly.

"At the very least, there is no balcony here, so... it's fine," said Clemora whose tone was not reassuring at all.

Meanwhile, hiding behind the hallway leading to the throne room was a lady who kept talking to herself.

"You can."

"No... please Madoka, just this once!"

"Nah, sleepy."

"What are you doing?" asked Ayumu who leaned her face toward Madoku. However, before the latter could say anything, her wrist was pulled as Ayumu make her way toward the banquet. 

While the banquet was about to begin, a certain woman puckered up her purple lips as she stood in front of the room where no one dared to enter.

"You're getting bold Yunesia."

The chilling tone shot a jolt to her spine as she heard the words coming from behind her.

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