The Last Incarnation Of The Land Of Arden II
CHAPTER 5 [Elf Without a Marga-1]

Artl Kyzen is said to have met a young Elf named Ryan without a surname. Who exactly is Ryan? Why was the cold and cruel figure of Tyrant looking for him?

6,058 years ago away from the birth of the Titians, was born a green Elf from an Elf couple who lived in a barren village and far from fertile.

Mythological animals and magical animals are emaciated because their dry homes are the impact of the greedy and thirsty Ruler of Arden for treasure.

Not a few mythological creatures that are guarded by Elves die to get their extinction threat.

The baby elf, who was dumped by their parents while walking at the age of 6 in a forest full of magic and mythological creatures that have a high sense of motherhood.

The baby elf, found by Khimaira. A mythological hybrid between a snake, a goat and a lion. That Khimaira, just lost her son who was killed by a hunter.

That baby Elf, grew well in the hands of that mythological creature. The elf, claiming a voice similar to the mention of Ryan produced by Khimaira, is his name.

Slowly, Ryan was discovered by humans when he was 7 years old.

Ryan grew up to be a friendly and loving young man around him.

A very high sense of disappointment, felt by Ryan when he stepped on at the age of 13 years. He sees his adoptive father murdering Khimaira whom Ryan considers to be his own family.

Later, Ryan's adoptive father died at the age of Ryan who stepped in 16 years because he was killed by the Kyzen Kingdom soldiers.

The pit of sadness in Ryan's heart grew bigger when he became a homeless man who was rejected everywhere. Ryan went back to the woods. He lives with a mythological creature on the verge of extinction as drought begins to enter the magic forest.

Ryan is not a great man in magic. Even so, Ryan had a high interest in learning magic. Ryan begins to learn magic and poison from mythological creatures who can speak human language.

The problem worsened when Ryan was 17. Bodies that began to rot and linger in the street, began to be eaten by wild crows.

The news of the massacre of the imperial family and other higher-ups in the Kyzen Kingdom to his descendants made Ryan quite surprised because the massacre was carried out by the Crown Prince who had just returned from the always snowy Fall Country.

The whispers of birds say "The Crown Prince, endowed with abundant mana. Such a figure, capable of bringing down rain for a month." At first Ryan ignored him because he thought it was impossible.

Once, the water-water in the magic forest full of mana, began to dry up. Mythological creatures in the forest, began scrambling for water to drink. Ryan took his foot off.

He had the desire to ask for the Crown Prince's help that these two years had occupied the Empire's seat.

However, again the rumors make Ryan think with a lot of consideration. Until the mythological creature in the forest, fell ill and none of them whistled like a common day.

Ryan made up his mind to meet the tyrant.

In front of Tyrant, Ryan's heart was pounding so hard. He felt such a great fear and tightness in his chest because the mana-filled aura intimidating him came from Artl Kyzen.

The bright purple mana sword was shown by Tyrant on Ryan's neck as he gave his humble greeting.

ARTL KYZEN IS THAT TYRANT'S NAME.

Ryan's heart seemed to want to jump out. He began to get dizzy with the scent of Artl Kyzen who was concentrated and ate his mana.

Ryan held back his suddenly limp leg.

Artl Kyzen's eyes were sliced purple due to the change in mana, making Ryan even more hesitant with his determination. On the other hand, Ryan was very fond of mythological creatures in the magic forest that always took care of him.

Ryan tried to open his difficult voice out because of his nervousness. "I'm Ryan, what an honor it is for me to meet the Sun of Arden" Ryan repeated his greeting.

Artl Kyzen finds out if the Elf in front of him has something else to ask for. Artl Kyzen, wanted to play the Elf. Because, he sensed how weak the aura and mana of the Elves were.

"What's your goal?"

Both Kyzen irises turned ice blue. He looked into the eyes of the Elf in front of him who had plump eyes.

How disrespectful Ryan, asking for it without being stale. This is what Artl thought. Artl thinks Ryan has been presumptuous because impressed to rule it.

As for Artl Kyzen, Ryan was nothing more than an animal that came to ask him for water.

"What are you going to pay for him?"

Ryan knows that everything in this world must be reciprocal and reciprocal. What a person gives, of course, he who gets help must give something in return for his cultivation.

Ryan has no treasure. He too, is weak in magic. Surely, he was convinced that Artl Kyzen considered him nothing more than an animal.

Ryan tried to throw away his bad thoughts. "While he thinks I'm an animal, I'm sure nothing can match the loyalty of the animal he's been helped to repay" Ryan said.

Ryan began to lift his gaze while breathing deeply. Artl Kyzen's eyes were combed with ice blue, making Ryan feel interested in the cold color.

Those eyes, as if talking there's no one he can trust and let's make him a toy.

Ryan can read it through eye contact. He suddenly felt sorry for himself.

"I swear I'll be your loyal follower, Sir!" Ryan was hard.

Artl Kyzen was quite surprised by the Elf's remark. He raised both his eyebrows. "PFF!" Ryan's words sounded like a joke in Artl's ear.

Ryan didn't know where he was funny.

"Falidableness? I don't need a single follower in my life. Stay away! Let the territory dry up and die" Artl Kyzen removed his mana sword and let go of Ryan.

Ryan's heart was pounding faster. He didn't want to lose the only place that accepted him. Ryan's index finger nails began to peel off the skin rim of his thumb nail.

"I! Will dedicate everything I have to you, Master!" Ryan dropped his knee because it was so limp. He fused his hands together and formed a fist to plead for the mercy of Artl Kyzen's figure.

That sounds pretty interesting in Artl's ear. He turned around and looked at Ryan. Artl's ice blue iris meets Ryan's emerald green iris.

"Repeat what you say" Artl said as he folded his arms in front of his chest.

""me! Will dedicate everything I have to you, Master!" Say it back Ryan.

Artl wanted to make Ryan his toy. "What do you have?".

This Ryan thought would be a light of opportunity for him. He showed his big smile. "Honor,..."

Hearing that word Artl opened his eyes wide. He could hardly believe how a Man would give honor to another Man.

"Faith, loyalty, and sacrifice. Those four things are everything I would dedicate to you if you gave your magic away to the territory I said" With confidence, Ryan said.

Artl's face suddenly turned cold. He wanted to test that Elf youth.

"What's your name?"

"Ryan, I don't have a clan" he replied.

Artl suddenly reached out his right hand and passed on a small, concentrated bottle. "Drink this. Prove the sacrifice you're gonna give me"

It was a poison from the blood of one of the mythological creatures of the Alamander race.

Ryan opened his eyes wide when he found out that the bottle contained poison.

What will Ryan do?