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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 (End) The Warm Night

The dawn sky was streaked with hues of pink and orange as Lyan finished packing his belongings. The courtyard of the palace was quiet, save for the occasional clink of metal as Julius, Borton, and Arnold helped secure his gear. Shadow, Lyan's imposing black horse, stood nearby, its eyes gleaming with fierce intelligence and restlessness.

"You're really heading out, then?" Julius asked, leaning against a stone pillar. His red hair glinted in the early morning light, and his easy smile masked the underlying unease at seeing such a reliable guy departing, leaving the dangerous capital to the crown prince.

Lyan nodded, adjusting the straps of his pack. "Yes, it's time. Grafen needs rebuilding, and there's much to be done. Besides, my girls in the city of Arkansas are waiting for me."

Arnold grunted in agreement. "Arkansas, eh? That's a city that never sleeps. You'll fit right in, Lyan."