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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 Killer of The Lightning Spirit (2) The Duke's Part

As Lyan and Griselda approached the Duke's prison cell, they heard muffled voices. The sound of anger and frustration seeped through the thick wooden door, punctuated by the occasional thud of something heavy hitting the walls. They exchanged a glance, and Griselda's eyes hardened with determination.

Inside, they found Julius and Crown Prince Erich, both visibly shaken and furious. The Duke sat chained to a chair in the center of the cell, his face a mask of defiance. Julius was pacing back and forth, his hands clenched into fists, while Erich leaned against the wall, his face twisted in a mix of rage and grief.

"You know where she is," Julius growled, his voice raw with emotion. "You had a hand in her death, didn't you? Tell us!"