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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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Chasing The Assassins

Lyan stood still for a moment, his senses tingling as he felt an instinctive pull from the depths of his mind—a signal from his winter wolves stationed outside the castle. It wasn't a message conveyed in words or even coherent thoughts. It was more like a wave of primal instinct washing over him. The scent of someone unfamiliar, mingled with the trail of the fleeing noblewoman, was clear in his mind. The wolves had picked up the scent, and they were ready, restless. Time was of the essence.

Lyan's gaze flickered over to the shattered window. He could feel the excitement in his wolves—the thrill of the hunt, the urgency of pursuit. There was no time for hesitation. Whoever was behind this, whoever had dared to make such a move during the banquet, they needed to be caught. His hands tightened into fists, his decision made in an instant.