Three days after the forest incident, Theron got arrested for what happened to that team.
Ryoukan was killed because that team wasn't just any ordinary team—it was a team of the next emperor. The Kryon Emperor was known for their cold attitude towards murder and crimes in general.
Theron was stripped of Ryoukan's power and was in a temporary holding cell. As Theron began to open his eyes, his gaze fell upon the king's face.
"Lesson here, Theron. You will be traded to the Mystraval family—the head of the Kryon Empire. You'll be better there, trust me," the king said.
At this point, Theron was lost for what to do, but he replied, "What happened to the boy that was with me?"
"He got executed."
At that, Theron understood something was up and turned his head away.
"I have four more questions for you, my king," Theron said.
The king took this seriously, noting the tone of voice Theron spoke in.
"All right, I shall entertain you," the king replied.
"Can I see Evleah again before I go?"
"Hm. It seems like you have something for my daughter. Guess I'll humor you. You're leaving at 7 a.m. tomorrow. See her at six," the king said, and then walked out.
The next day, when Theron met Evleah that morning, he hugged her, but his head was at her upper stomach.
"You know, I begged my dad for me to go with you, but he refused," Evleah said in a sad tone.
She kissed him on his forehead, but this only served to fire up Theron because Evleah was taller than him at the moment. He promised in his heart that the next time he saw her, he would be the one kissing her forehead.
Seven hours in the Kryon Royal Palace:
"I am King Theodric, and I hear you're good at watching—I mean, protecting people's daughters, isn't that right, Mr. Theron?"
"I guess," Theron answered.
"Good. Because I have a daughter myself, and she's a bit violent. So, right now, go pick her up from school, and we'll continue this conversation."
"Sure. One problem though—I don't know where the school is," Theron said with a deadpan expression. "And doesn't she have butlers to do this?"
"They all quit," Theodric responded. "This will be your punishment. It's easy to find—it's the only school in the nation. Bye-bye, I got work to do," he said in a giddy voice.
Theron immediately realized how modern the place looked, and there was a building that had a lot of noise coming out of it.
When he got there—
"Hey! What the hell is this? He didn't even give me her name!" Theron muttered.
He heard commotion and then saw a girl taking on a group of boys and winning easily. He knew he had to do something to help those poor boys, so he used his lightning and punched the bully in the stomach, sending her flying.
"And who the hell are you?" the girl asked.
"None of your business," Theron replied.
She lunged at Theron, so he moved his head to the right to dodge the hit, but the punch stopped.
BAM!
A hit to the balls. An audible gasp was heard from Theron. This is what I get for trying to be a hero.
Theron fell to the floor, and she went for another kick, but Theron achieved light-speed. His body still down, he got up with his hands pointing directly in front of him, one hand over the next as if he was summoning Mahoraga, and hit the air so hard the wind flowed toward her and went crashing into the school walls in the principal's office.
"So let me get this straight—you were minding your business, helping some boys, and this lunatic attacks you for no reason?" the principal asked.
"Yes," she said in a scared tone.
"Is that right, boys?"
"Yes, sir," they said in unison.
"Lesson here, boy. You're banned from touching school property improperly again. Understand?"
"Not possible. I came here for the princess. I will be doing that every day from now," Theron responded.
The principal just looked at Theron with pity.
"Oh, so you're that guy my dad was talking about," she asked Theron.
"Yes, I am."
She smirked. "Just wait till we get home. I wanted a new toy for a while since you hit me earlier. My legs don't work now—carry me."
Theron didn't even try to fight, knowing it would make it worse.
"What is your name?"
"Mi Lady Violet. Now, are you taking me or what?" she replied rudely.
"Hop on," Theron said, irritated.
When they arrived home, the butler said, "Sorry, Miss Violet, your parents have gone on a vacation."
This was music to Theron's ears—no one was going to be home.
"Here, put these on."
It was a dog collar and handcuffs. Theron complied, and then she slapped him. He tried getting out of the cuffs and realized they were mana-sealing handcuffs. He got shocked—not by the situation, but by the collar.
She would take off his shirt and whip him. Theron tried running away, but the collar stopped him. Five hours straight.
But Theron was too much of a man to cry or beg.
She put Theron on the bed and had him wrap his arms around her. Theron knew he couldn't live like this, but Violet decided she wanted more.
Theron was surprised how a twelve-year-old could be so evil. She got on top of Theron, but at that moment the door got forced open. A black-haired girl with violet eyes, who looked about sixteen, appeared.
"Violet! Stop this right now," she said with authority.
"Hmph. Who do you think you are to try and take away my 'fun'? Alright, you win this one. Come sleep in my room outside tonight," Theron stated.
"I never got your name," he added.
"My name is Cynthia," she said.
"Cynthia… I like your name," Theron said.
"Thank you. I don't really get compliments like that because I am the king's daughter."
"Well, you did," Theron said.
It went on like this for three years. Theron and Cynthia formed a bond, and when she went on missions, Violet would get out of hand. The king was always at work, and the new queen, since the sisters' mother died when they were younger, couldn't care less about them.
As Violet got older, she got more demanding and more creative. She started training—putting gasoline on Theron's back and seeing if she could set it on fire with her whip. Cynthia was the only thing that kept Theron going.
Even without his sword, he was still powerful, and life was kind of peaceful.
I AM SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG WITH THIS. THE NEXT CHAPTERS WILL BE COMING OUT FASTER, AND THIS BOOK WILL BE REMASTERED.
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