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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

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Another One? Really?

Lyan leaned back against the cushioned seat of the grand carriage, letting out a deep sigh, his gaze shifting toward the ceiling. He spoke aloud, though mostly to himself, his voice dripping with mild frustration. "How did it end up like this?"

His words hung in the air for a moment, then he pushed himself forward, lifting the curtain slightly to peek out of the carriage window. The sight that greeted him was a sprawling chaos of bandits, far more than what he'd encountered earlier—their numbers close to 120 now. The men were armed, most of them bearing crude swords or rusty axes, their eyes filled with greed as they eyed the elegant carriage.

Lyan frowned, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. "What are the royal knights or feudal lords even doing, leaving such a massive group of bandits unchecked?" he muttered, his voice edged with annoyance. He let the curtain fall back in place, rubbing his temples for a moment.