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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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The Hidden Widow (2) The Building Suspense

"You don't have to figure it all out right now," Lyan said gently, his voice softer than she'd ever heard it. His large, calloused hand held her son's tiny one, and for a moment, the tension in the air seemed to ease. Clarisse looked down at the small scene unfolding in front of her—Lyan, this powerful, commanding man who had brought armies to their knees, now standing here with her son, offering him warmth and tenderness. It was hard to reconcile this image with the man she had resented for so long.

She sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly as she adjusted her grip on her child. "I just… I didn't ask for any of this," she murmured, her voice quieter now, more vulnerable than she wanted it to be. "I didn't ask to be a widow. I didn't ask for my son to grow up without a father."

Lyan nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "I know. Life has a way of forcing us into things we never asked for."