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Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love

Summoning. One of the rarest type of magician exist in the world. Who would able to underestimate summoning and ordering a mighty pheonix, or summoning an invincible dragon? Of course, none. To master the path of summoning, only those born with an innate talent and strive to learn the path of summoning magic might be capable of achieving and master the powerful magic. But not for Lyan Arcanium Evocatore. After succeeding defeating his lifetime quest of saving the human world by offering his life, the great incubus's wish of living freely got granted and he wakes up at a parallel world with 8 powerful spirits contracted with him and a summoning grimoire. [The gods have granted you the Grimoire of Summoning: Creatures of Love] [You're capable of obtaining the summonable monsters by having affectionate intercourse with your romantic interests] [The Grimoire is chosen in consideration of the host's former occupation as an incubus] "Intercourse!?" But not only the grimoire, The other problem is... -You are? -Whoa... What with this weakling? -It seems that you're my master, nice to meet you -So you're the forementioned servant, huh!? -B-Big bro! Y-You're the summoner! -........ -Boy, you look delicious -Um... Where exactly are we? "How should I know!? And why the hell should I sleep with women in order to get my summonable monsters!?!?" Follow the summoner Lyan as he collect monsters, get dragged into different kinds of war, became the greatest feudal lord, battling the goblin king, facing the dragon tribe, and opposing the evil god followers! One of the King of Kings Series ______________________________________ Join the discord server for discussions, announcements, and characters illustrations ---> https://discord.gg/v872fq3s5h

Arkalphaze · Fantasy
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The Headmaid (1) The Request

Lyan stood over the corpse of Count Havton, his expression a mixture of disgust and resolve. Arnold the Commander, Borton, and Crown Prince Erich shared his sentiment as they surveyed the opulent chambers, now tainted by the evidence of Havton's depravity. The air was heavy with the stench of stale wine and unwashed bodies, a testament to the Count's indulgent and abusive lifestyle. The sight of the women in the room, some of them barely more than children, filled Lyan with a burning anger.

"We need to get them out of here," Lyan said, his voice tight with controlled fury. "They don't deserve to be in this place any longer."

Prince Erich nodded. "You're right. We'll make sure they're taken care of. But first, we need to address the immediate concerns of the city and the castle."

As they exited the room, Lyan couldn't help but glance back at the victims, his resolve hardening. These women, and the city as a whole, deserved better.

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