The room was filled with Light’s voice and laughters that rang through the walls, Leon had finally calmed down and became more in tune with the conversation.

"This wasn’t no ordinary Lion, it was a Frost Lion..." Light explained, his words accompanied by dramatic gesticulations.

’Hm, I fought a Frost Lion too... I think.’ Jacob mused, he had already settled down on a small table not too far from where Light

and Leon sat, he watched them closely.

Leon listened to the strange young man with wide eyed curiousity as Light rambled on and on.

"It was huge! And it froze the whole place, I had to really enter the zone you know?" Light narrated with enthusiasm.

Leon nodded, Xenia stood in a corner out of habit.

"So, you mean to tell me you’ve been there for all this time? Twelve ye... years... uhhh... I feel...." Leon started but he had started to feel dizzy, his words became slurred.

He placed a hand on his forehead and stood up quickly.

"Hey! hey, be careful." Light exclaimed, then he placed a hand on his forehead as well, groaning, "Wow, all that talking seems to have gotten to me." The young man said, his vision starting to blur.

’What’s happening?’ Jacob pondered in his mind as he watched the both men suddenly become dizzy.

Leon was the first to drop, he fell to the ground with a heavy thud and instantly began foaming at the mouth.

Light followed not more than ten seconds after, landing directly on top of Leon’s incapacitated body.

Jacob turned his gaze towards Xenia. She seemed fine as she stood in the corner, the shade blocking her face, but something was wrong. She was motionless.

Jacob moved closer, he quickly noticed that the woman’s eyes were closed, whatever was happening to Leon and Light had affected her as well.

Even though it wasn’t that strong, it still affected her all the same. Jacob turned around, he sensed a presence but couldn’t make out where it was coming from.

It seemed to be everywhere but then nowhere at the same time.

<Warning! Foreign substance detected>

<S-Grade Crafted Poison Gas>

<Host has already inhaled 30% of gas>

<Initializing...>

<Poison has been dispelled!>

<Host has obtained immunity>

Jacob felt as though all the air he was breathing was suddenly filtered out of his mouth and his lungs were filled with newer and fresher air.

He stood calmly, his hands steady by his side.

"You’ve already done what you can, show yourself." He said, neither shouting nor even raising his voice.

A pair of cold, green eyes appeared behind him, it seemed to be shrouded in some sort of dark mist, a façade created to hide its presence.

’You’ve messed with the wrong person.’ Jacob thought, his lips curling into a wide grin.

The presence lunged at him, it’s dark hair waving freely in the air as it moved.

A single sharp edged blade, targeted at the middle of his back.

Time suddenly slowed down, the tip of the blade had already almost pierced his skin.

He sidestepped tactully, watching as the blade pieced through the air where he once stood. Looking down, the face of a woman was suddenly revealed to him.

She seemed angry, very angry. She wore a green kimono, a testament to her love for Japanese culture.

But all that was unimportant now, as this strange woman had just attacked him, with intent to kill.

He raised a hand, swift, precise. He brought his hand down quickly, a single motion aimed at her neck.

Upon realizing how fast he was, she quickly forced her body to move to the side, slamming her body against the wall.

"I’m sorry, but I don’t think we’ve been acquainted." Jacob said with a close mouthed smile, his hands carefully placed behind his back.

"Jacob Ironfell, is it? It’s not a surprise you were able to resist my poison gas..." the woman started, she also feigned a smile, an attempt to hide her shock at how quick the boy countered her surprise attack.

"...Can’t say the same for your friends though." She grinned, forcing the boy to gaze at his incapacitated colleagues.

<Name: Lyra Sirandal>

<Age: 132>

<Race: Human>

<World: Daven Heaven Continent>

<Class: Alchemist>

<Cultivation: King Origin Realm>

Her details were instantly displayed on the blue screen that appeared before Jacob, but he still had no idea who the woman was.

Jacob turned to her after looking at his people, laying on the floor.

"Who are you?" He asked with a serious expression.

The woman scoffed, as though his question made no sense or was uncalled for, she quickly dropped her guard and began walking around the small dark room.

"Ohh I’m just someone you hurt very... very deeply." She said in a sarcastic tone of voice as she ran her fingers over the furniture, her pointy black nails stil glistening under the low light.

She was a ridiculously beautiful woman; he wondered how someone like Light would react after seeing her, he would probably go completely crazy.

He laughed inwardly as the thought crossed his mind, then he put the thought aside in an instant.

"I hurt you?" He asked, confused but refused to let it show on his face.

"Oh. Jacob, Jacob... Jacob. You know, the first time I heard of you, I will admit—I thought you were harmless, just another little boy who would eventually fade out in the history books.

I guess I was wrong, for you to go and do something like this—I mean I know he was obsessed with taking you out, but for you to actually do it..." she paused, taking a deep breath, but Jacob remained silent, her words sounded like a different language.

"What I’m going to do... what I’m going to do is kill you here, and then go over the the Ironfell Castle and murder your entire family. How about that? Huh—an eye for an eye, a loved one for three!" She laughed maniacally, holding her hands out.

In that moment she struck Jacob as some kind of witch that had gone senile in her later years.

Jacob began to ponder out loud. "Loved one for loved ones? You’re saying I killed your loved one. If I remember correctly I’ve only killed one human so fa—" Jacob started, the realization hitting him like a bolt of lightning.

"Are you somehow related to Savant Hardin?" He asked.

"You took him from me!! You stole everything!! Just when I was getting him to finally give a shit about me... you had to come in and ruin—everything!!" She yelled, a crazy twitch appearing in her eye.

’Yep, she is crazy as fuck!’ Jacob mused, a little terrified of her.

_ _ _

Lyra was the last descendant of Jozi Sirandal, a known hero in the Continent of Daven Heaven.

He was a tall, bulky man with dark hair and green eyes.

All sorts of tales were written about him, the man that defeated the Ourobro, the giant golden ape that once threatened the civilization of his small town, Ades.

After this victory he was lauded for years and given preferential treatment throughout the continent, he was even given a badge of honor by the King and eventually knighted.

But a long reign of peace caused Jozi to lose significance in the eyes of the citizens, years of idleness had caused him to grow fat and lazy.

He eventually married the daughter of a carpenter and had three children.

Long after, Lyra was born, she was the daughter of Jozi’s daughter. Born into abject poverty and insignificance, she scraped for whatever she could have all her life.

A loaf of bread, she worked.

A cup of water, she worked.

A bag of sweets, she worked twice as hard.

As a child she always loved herbs, mixing herbs into poisonous substances and using it against her enemies, anyone who woul threaten her peace.

After she moved on from her hometown, she practiced her skill endlessly, taking on jobs to eliminate people in high places.

She quickly earned the name ’Poison Saintess’ and was one of the most renowned faceless assassins in the entire continent.

It was said that she could kill someone without them ever even seeing her.

It wasn’t long before she met Savant, a man who filled every part of her life that was empty.

She fell head over heels in love with him, and even though he never gave her the affection she needed or expected from him.

She never gave up, she chased and chased after him.

Now he was gone, now she would kill whoever would dare to take something so dear to her away.

_ _ _

She growled in a low voice. Jacob stared at her, the air grew thicker, the space between the two strangers growing even more tense.

Jacob wasn’t a villain, but he decided he would provoke her.

"You know, Savant isn’t really dead." He said, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

"Wha—what do you even mean?" She asked, he noticed a dried up tear on her cheek.

"Well, he serves me now."