After his session with Raine, the prompt that he hadn’t heard for quite a long appeared inside his mind.
Purple light glows, and the grimoire of love appears before them, flipping its pages on its own, stopping at two certain pages.
Purple light glows, and the pages that were blank are filled on their own in front of their eyes. Then a burst of black and purple particles gushed out of the grimoire, forming two shapes in front of them.
It’s a black cat and a scorpion with beautiful butterfly wings.
"T-This..." Raine still couldn’t process what had just happened. The suddenness and intensity of the passionate lovemaking session left her mind in a daze.
But Ravia, ever the perceptive one, imdiately noticed sothing significant. "Lyan. You’re a summoner!" she exclaid, her usual calm and collected deanor replaced with unusual excitent.
Lyan nodded. "Yes, it’s ti for you guys to know." He then explained what had happened and where the little monsters, tad by the other girls, had co from. Ravia had held suspicions, but hearing it directly from Lyan was still surprising and thrilling.
"Wow. Doesn’t this make you a totally important person in the future? Big sis, looks like we scored a big one," Raine said, holding her sister with eyes shining with excitent.
"Yes. Well, you need to know, Lyan," Ravia hugged him, nestling her head against his chest. "We’ve been so restless because of the Duke’s matter. And Gramps almost went out every day before you ca. He seems to be making sure we’re safe, but even as strong as he is, we still worry about his safety."
"You’re right... But when you ca, it felt like the tension completely disappeared. It would be so sad if one of us got hurt, but sohow, because you ca, I just can’t picture anyone here in danger anymore," Raine gazed into Lyan’s enchanting eyes. "Thank you for coming, Lyan. I kind of hated you at first for seducing Alina and the others, but it’s kind of unfair if only big sis joined and beca your woman, so I joined too, hehe."
Facing the sincere love and gratitude of the two girls, Lyan made a warm smile. "You’re welco. Thank you for holding on this long. Now," his eyes twinkled mischievously, "it’s ti to go for the next round, right?"
Ravia and Raine both blushed deeply, their hearts racing. The room’s atmosphere shifted from tension and relief to anticipation and desire.
"Well, if you insist," Raine giggled, her playful spirit returning.
Ravia nodded, her excitent palpable. "Let’s make the most of this mont."
As their intense lovemaking session ca to a satisfying conclusion, Lyan gently lifted Raine and Ravia from the floor. He carried them one by one to the bed, laying them down with the utmost care. The six won—Josephine, Belle, Xena, Alina, Ravia, and Raine—lay together, their bodies intertwined and glistening with sweat, their crotches filled with his seed. Lyan took a mont to admire the sight, the won exhausted and sated, their expressions a mixture of bliss and contentnt. It was a tableau of his prowess and their shared passion, a mory he would cherish.
Satisfied, Lyan kissed their forehead before leaving the room quietly, his mind shifting from the pleasures of the flesh to the responsibilities awaiting him. He walked down the hall, his thoughts drifting to the information Ravia had shared about the rcenaries. The Duke managed to gather up to a thousand rcenaries under him.
That’s not a small number.
He needed to formulate a plan, but first, he needed a drink.
"Hm?" Lyan exclaid, noticing a familiar man in his sight.
He found Abraham at the bar, thodically wiping glasses with a practiced hand. The older man looked up as Lyan approached, a knowing smile spreading across his weathered face.
"Good evening, Lyan," Abraham greeted, his voice warm and inviting. "Take a seat. I’ll fix you sothing special."
Lyan nodded appreciatively and took a seat at the bar, watching as Abraham moved with practiced ease. The old bartender selected a few bottles, his hands moving deftly as he mixed the ingredients. The clinking of ice and the gentle pouring of liquids created a soothing rhythm, a prelude to their conversation.
"So," Abraham began as he worked, "You returned quickly when you heard Arkansas might be in danger. Thank you for that. Arkansas’ situation has been growing more precarious by the day."
Lyan leaned back, his gaze fixed on Abraham. "Ravia inford about the rcenaries. It seems the Duke is amassing quite an army."
Abraham nodded, his expression grave. "Indeed. He’s been recruiting from all over, promising wealth and power to those who join him. It’s a dangerous ga he’s playing."
Lyan’s eyes narrowed. "And what about our defenses? Are we prepared for an attack?"
Abraham sighed, placing a beautifully crafted glass in front of Lyan. The drink was a deep amber color, with hints of ruby and gold swirling within. Garnished with a sprig of rosemary and a twist of orange peel, it exuded an enticing aroma—a blend of spices, citrus, and sothing sweet yet smoky.
"We’re as prepared as we can be," Abraham replied, his tone somber. "But our numbers are fewer than his. We need to be smart, to use every advantage we have. That’s why your return is so crucial."
Lyan took a sip of the drink, his eyes widening slightly at the complex flavors that danced on his tongue. The initial sweetness gave way to a smoky undertone, balanced perfectly by the citrusy brightness of the orange. It was both invigorating and calming, a perfect reflection of Abraham’s skill.
"This is excellent," Lyan remarked, his appreciation genuine. "What do you call it?"
Abraham smiled, a twinkle in his eye. "The Phoenix’s Embrace. It’s a blend of aged bourbon, a touch of smoked maple syrup, fresh citrus, and a few secret ingredients. It’s ant to symbolize rebirth and resilience."
Lyan nodded thoughtfully, savoring another sip. "Fitting, considering our current situation. But I’ve made contact with the crown prince. The presence of the knights accompanying is his proof. Their quality shows that he’s not lying,"
The two n sat in companionable silence for a mont, each lost in their thoughts. Finally, Abraham broke the silence, his tone more personal.
"Lyan, there’s sothing I need to ask of you," he began, his eyes eting Lyan’s with earnest intensity. "As you know, Raine and Ravia are my granddaughters. They’re precious to , and their happiness ans the world."
Lyan listened intently, sensing the gravity of Abraham’s words.
"I’ve seen the way they look at you, the way they light up in your presence. It’s sothing that never happened to Ravia and Raine, you know how the both of them do not show their true self much," Abraham continued. "I don’t care how many won you have, or how many may co into your life. All I ask is that you take care of Raine and Ravia. Treat them well, and cherish them. They deserve nothing less."
Lyan felt a surge of respect for the old man. Abraham’s request was heartfelt and genuine, a grandfather’s love and concern for his granddaughters.
"You have my word, Abraham," Lyan replied, his voice steady and sincere. "I will take care of them. They an a lot to as well."
Abraham’s expression softened, a look of relief washing over him. "Thank you, Lyan. That ans more to than you know."
Lyan finished his drink, the warmth spreading through him like a comforting embrace. He set the glass down gently, his mind already working on the plans and strategies needed for the days ahead.
"One last thing," Lyan said, his tone lightening. "This drink... it’s incredible. You have a true talent, gramps,"
The older man chuckled, a twinkle of pride in his eyes. "I’m glad you enjoyed it. It’s not often I get to mix sothing special. Most folks around here are content with ale or whiskey."
Lyan stood, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. "Well, consider a fan of your work, gramps,"
Abraham nodded, his smile warm and genuine. "Then I’ll make you a drink whenever you want. But before that, there is sothing else I wanted to discuss with you, Lyan," Abraham’s voice turns serious but his sincerity is clear.
Lyan nods.
"I’m thinking about advising the Madam to sell this place. As you’ve seen, despite the profit, the safety of the girls here is constantly endangered. Despite of their strength and skills, even a very strong person could die because of a single mont of carelessness. Once you got the domain as a noble. Would it be fine if we brought everyone with you?" Abraham explained. "The girls could be maids, and chefs, and all of them have their wondrous talent that would definitely benefit you as a lord. Ravia, Raine, and I could be your butlers,"
Despite his old age, Abraham who usually calms couldn’t help but feel cold in his feet. It’s a selfish offer. It ans that he’s asking for him to shelter everyone under his umbrella, and is sothing that might only be a burden for him. But when he saw Lyan’s smile, a smile appeared on his face as well.
"I guess you’ve already thought of it as well. Foolish of to didn’t think that you’ve already considered it," Abraham chuckled.
"Well, of course. I bet all nobles would want everyone in this place in their house. But just like how I love freedom, I would like to give a certain amount of freedom to you guys when I’ve beco a noble as well. And if I do get a domain, let’s make a new House of Roses on that place as well," Lyan said with a contagious smile.
"Indeed. That would be very entertaining. It’s been too long since I’ve been waiting for the future this eager," Abraham uttered with a rare big smile. "Use as your feet, your hands, and your eyes, Lyan. Use this old body as you see fit. Despite my age, I’m still proud of my skills,"
"Of course. Let’s make our imagination into reality as soon as possible, gramps," (Lyan)
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