Lukas and the guards who escorted him made their way into the colosseum, their presence turned several heads who looked at them with upmost respect.
While the girls could not stop looking and admiring Lukas.
"Look at that boy, he is so handsome" A young woman said with drool in her mouth.
"He his handsome and he is even escorted by the Lyon guards; he should be the son of a noble" another said staring at Lukas while daydreaming.
"Women are so shameless" A young man said to his companions who nodded in agreement.
"Wait that isn’t just anybody, he is the son of the sword god, young master of Lyon House!" A girl blurted out in shock.
Everyone looked at the girl then back at Lukas and the guards escorting him, their eyes widened in shock as they came to a sudden realization.
’Damn! What’s with all the stares, having a handsome face and looks makes me stand out even more than I imagined and it’s a pain in the neck’
Lukas had annoyed look on his face.
<I thought you should happy for having such good looks?> Ava squinted at Lukas.
’It’s not like that, but the attention is too much and the women’s stares are so creepy! And I don’t know why my body is reacting to their stares this way’
Lukas body shuddered.
<Well if it were to be on earth, you be the girl in this situation and women staring at you would be the men, this is one really messed up world and logic> Ava said as it looked at the young women in the crowd.
’I agree with you’
Lukas replied.
Lukas followed the guards through a wide stone corridor before stepping into the open air. and a grand sight greeted Lukas eyes.
The structure resembled a massive colosseum carved from white stone and black granite. Towering walls rose high into the sky, engraved with dragon patterns and ancient runes that glowed faintly beneath the sunlight.
Rows upon rows of spectator seats curved around the arena like a great sea.
The dome’s capacity could accommodate thousands of audiences, but currently only hundreds of spectators were present, mostly those from the Lyon army or the Lyon adventurer guild who had come to watch the new recruit’s display.
The arena floor itself stretched for hundreds of meters, divided into several sections.
One area held swordsmen, another contained mages. A third was reserved for mounted combat.
The sound of clashing steel echoed continuously and shouts.
Magic explosions and the heavy impact of weapons. Hundreds of recruits trained under the watchful eyes of instructors.
Some practiced sword forms, some dueled while others swung great hammers against training dummies.
Mana flashed across the arena in streaks of fire, wind, and lightning.
Lukas narrowed his eyes at the scene before him in wonder and he looked around him at the spectators in particular, men and women cheering the new recruits with shouts.
’Even in such a place, everyone is on equal terms with each other no gender discrimination just fun.’
Lukas smiled at this, house Lyon was really different, if there was one rule about the Lyon County, was that men and women are on equal terms.
"Young master please follow us this way" one of the guards gestured towards a passage.
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The sounds of battle echoed above them.
Clang!
Boom!
The entire corridor vibrated slightly. Light entered through openings in the walls, allowing Lukas brief glimpses of the training grounds outside.
He saw recruits sparring.
Knights clashing, mages launching spells. The smell of steel, sweat, dust, and burnt mana filled the air.
Lukas felt strangely calm.
It reminded him of military training camps on Earth just different weapons and different powers.
But the same determination.
The passage opened onto a high elevated platform overlooking the arena. Standing there were five figures, standing on the left were two men. One had flowing black hair which reached his shoulders and crimson red eyes filled with intimidation, broad shoulders and a well-built physique. He was in a skin fitted black and white uniform, long sleeves and the collar of the uniform in the form of a turtle neck, it had the Lyon emblem at the right chest and it was a button up style top.
The man seemed to be in his early forties
The other man had red hair and deep brown eyes, a huge and muscular physique, he was quite huge built like a tank, his chest and abs pressed against his vest, seeming like it would tear through any moment. He wore the same uniform as the first.
By the right were two women, one had straight black hair which reached her waist and bright green eyes, she was wearing the same skin fitted, white and black uniform which was a long sleeve top and a trouser.
The cloth high-lighted her perfect hour-glass figure and a chest that threatened to break through her fabric, she wore a cowboy’s hat which was from Lukas perceptive.
Standing next to the woman with a bore expression on her face, was a woman with long pointy ears which indicated she was an elf.
She had a long brown hair which was tied into a pony tail, sky-blue eyes and red lips, her figure was even more deadly than the woman wearing a cowboy hat. A scar ran across her right eye. Her uniform was practically praying to the heavens to give it strength to restrain her body size.
at the center stood a familiar figure, white hair flowing in the wind, a posture straight as a spear, his hands resting behind his back, narrowed almond eyes that looked at the new recruits undergoing training on the arena below.
Yet when Lukas looked at the man, he called father, everything else faded. It felt as if a mountain stood before him.
He was clam, steady and unmovable.
Valeric Lyon.
The strongest warrior of the kingdom and the founder of House Lyon.
His Father.
Valeric and the other figures turned towards Lukas and the guards as they entered.
"Greetings O, Monarch" The guards saluted as they greeted Valeric.
"O, Monarch the young master has come to seek you" one of the guards gestured towards Lukas.
"Lukas my boy what brings you here?" a smile appeared on Valeric’s face as his eyes landed on Lukas Who walked towards him.
"Or did you come to watch to the training of the new recruits alongside your father?" Valeric asked as he placed his right on Lukas shoulder and used his left hand to wave at the guards, a sign that said you can go.
The guards bowed then left.
"Greetings young master Lukas" The four figures greeted in sync with a bow.
"Greetings generals, it’s good to meet you all again" Lukas said with a slight bow.
Standing before Lukas were four generals of house Lyon, the generals were eight in number but the remaining four were currently absent. These eight generals had come to see him few days ago after hearing that he was alive.
They all had genuine happiness and gladness when the found out he had really come back to life, the women even cried.
In the corner where four dragons, one had white scales and crimson eyes, a single horn protruding out its forehead.
Another had black obsidian scales that glinted in the sunlight and a pair of almond eyes and thick black horns sticking out its head
The third was a blue dragon with polished pristine sapphire scales, no horns but had this aquatic finlike structure at both sides of its head and deep blue eyes, instead of a slit pupil the dragon had a normal pupil.
The last dragon was bright colored, yellow shining scales with strips of white and bright blue draconic eyes filled with energy and white twisted horns, on its back were crystalline shards and at the tip of its tail was something that looked like a flame.
These were the contracted beasts of the four generals
"When will you give up on this your formal approach towards us, you can just call us by our names, Lukas" the man with black hair and red eyes said to Lukas with a smile on his face.
"Well, if you say so Uncle Tristin" Lukas said to the man whose name is Tristin. His full name is Tristan Ash Vonwell, the first general of house Lyon and his father’s close friend.
"That’s much better" Tristin patted him on the shoulder.
"Have ya been doing little Lukas" The man with red hair and built like a tank walked up to Lukas with a wide grin.
"I been doing well all this time Mr. Gato" Lukas replied as he looked at the man which towered before him like a giant.
’Damn this dude is huge.’
Lukas thought to himself as he cranked his to look at the man before him. The man before him was Gato Clint Canta and the fourth general.
"What ya been eating all this while? just look at how defined ya body is becoming Lad" Gato spoke as he picked up Lukas with his two hands like a child and raising him to his eye level.
’Ayo what the heck!’
Lukas could not believe his very eyes that he was picked up like that without any effort.
"Would ya look those abs and muscles, lad what have ya been doing all this while, I haven’t seen a mage have such a body" Gato examined him.
"I intend to keep my body healthy and strong" Lukas responded
Gato paused as he heard Lukas then a grin curved on his lips
"That’s a good one Lad, l like your spirit, a warrior must train his body to be strong, even if you are a mage, you think different from them, I like your vigor Lukas" Gato smiled at him.
Valeric and Tristain just squinted at them
"So, Mr. Gato please can you drop me down, it’s kinda embarrassing" Lukas said with a squint on his face.
"I gat ya Lad" Gato dropped him down
"How is my baby boy doing?" A voice came from Lukas side and when he heard the voice his expression completely fell.