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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 · Fantaisie
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The Widow's Adjustment (1) Waking Up

Clarisse blinked as she slowly opened her eyes, the soft rustle of curtains drawing her attention. The first thing she noticed was the brightness—golden sunlight pouring in through the large windows, illuminating the lavish bedroom. She rubbed her eyes, still groggy from sleep, her mind struggling to process her surroundings. This wasn't the inn. The bed beneath her was too soft, the sheets too fine, the room too grand.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she turned her head quickly to check. There, nestled beside her, was her baby, sleeping soundly. A sigh of relief escaped her lips. He was alright, unharmed, his tiny chest rising and falling with every breath. Clarisse smiled faintly, reaching over to brush her fingers gently across his cheek. He looked so peaceful. She couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth at the sight of him.