Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love
Chapter 218: Wilhelmina’s Disarray Thoughts

Chapter 218: Wilhelmina’s Disarray Thoughts

*Thwack!*

The clash of wooden weapons echoed like thunder in the training ground, each strike reverberating through the air with a resounding thwack. Solia and Wilhelmina danced around each other, their movements fluid and graceful, yet charged with a palpable tension.

They are currently training together at the general training grounds of the city together with the rest of the girls. Lyan is still at his room, so they decided to continue their agenda and Wilhelmina and Solia took the initiative to train the rest of the group.

"Take this!"

Solia lunged forward with a swift thrust of her spear, aiming for Wilhelmina’s midsection with deadly accuracy. But Wilhelmina, ever vigilant, sidestepped the attack with lightning reflexes, her sword flashing in the sunlight as she countered with a swift strike of her own.

Their weapons collided with a sharp clang, sending sparks flying as they met in a dazzling display of skill and determination. Solia’s eyes gleamed with determination as she pressed her advantage, her spear whirling through the air in a dizzying array of feints and thrusts.

Wilhelmina met each blow with unwavering focus, her sword moving with precision and grace as she deflected Solia’s attacks with calculated precision. But with each passing moment, Solia’s strength seemed to grow, her strikes carrying more force than before.

"I’m coming, Wilhelmina!" (Solia)

A bead of sweat trickled down Wilhelmina’s brow as she fought to maintain her ground, her muscles straining with the effort of parrying Solia’s relentless assault. The wooden spear in Solia’s hands seemed to dance with a life of its own, its movements fluid and unpredictable as it sought to find gaps in Wilhelmina’s defenses.

But Wilhelmina was not so easily defeated. "Come!" With a fierce cry, she launched a counterattack, her sword flashing like lightning as she drove Solia back with a series of rapid strikes. Solia, caught off guard by the sudden shift in momentum, staggered backward, her footing faltering for a moment.

Seizing the opportunity, Wilhelmina pressed her advantage, her movements fueled by a newfound determination. She launched a flurry of strikes, each blow landing with the force of a sledgehammer as she sought to overwhelm Solia’s defenses.

Solia fought desperately to regain her footing, her muscles straining with the effort of parrying Wilhelmina’s relentless assault. But despite her best efforts, she found herself slowly being driven back, her defenses beginning to falter under the relentless onslaught.

With a final, decisive blow, Wilhelmina disarmed Solia, sending her wooden spear clattering to the ground with a loud clatter. The training ground fell silent, save for the sound of heavy breathing as the two women faced each other, their chests heaving with exertion.

"Well fought, Solia," Wilhelmina said, her voice filled with genuine admiration as she extended a hand to help her friend to her feet. "You gave me quite the challenge."

Solia, though visibly exhausted, returned Wilhelmina’s smile with a nod of appreciation. "Thank you, Wilhelmina. I guess I can’t defeat you yet, huh? I thought I’ve found a chance to defeat you there."

"Hahaha. I won’t let myself get defeated soon for the sake of my pride. I need to make sure that I won’t get outgrown by you," Wilhelmina laughed off. Solia bought Wilhelmina’s reply with a light laugh as well, but she didn’t know that at the period of their fight where Wilhelmina got pressed isn’t because of her attacks alone, but because her mind is wandering elsewhere as well.

It is a fact that Solia’s skills got improved, but her skills in spear is not as great as her skills in archery. It’s not enough to defeat Wilhelmina yet. The reason why Wilhelmina could get pressed is because of the memory of the ’Night’ between Solia and Lyan keeps on appearing inside her mind.

(I never thought they would go that far...)

Wilhelmina thought to herself, a mix of surprise and disbelief clouding her thoughts.

The one sending Solia to Lyan is Wilhelmina, and she purposefully let Solia flirt with Lyan as Solia herself also seems to didn’t hate the idea. It’s not a mindless action, it’s all to make sure that Lyan has someone that he’s fond of and to make sure he won’t suddenly discard them alone. She also wants to see if he’s that easy to seduce, so she’s peeking at the room since the beginning, but it turns out that she got shocked by the sight that continues overnight instead.

"S-Solia, how are you feeling? You seem to be so energetic," Wilhelmina once again asked, looking at her friend who appeared remarkably lively despite their intense battle and the passionate night before.

"Hm? I don’t know, my body feels so light and it seems that I got even stronger somehow? Does having great sex have such an effect, I wonder? Ah... I still can’t get enough of last night~" Solia replied with a giggle, covering her face with both hands.

"Hahaha... Haha... I guess?" Wilhelmina replied dryly. Looking at her friend gave her a very complex emotion. Initially, her plan was to ensure they wouldn’t arouse suspicion, believing that maybe at most they would only share a kiss. But witnessing the intensity of the night, she couldn’t help but feel a mixture of shock, frustration, and a tinge of envy.

(Should I have been the one who went to that room that night...)

Wilhelmina’s thoughts wandered to a place of uncertainty, questioning her decisions and contemplating the paths not taken.

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"Hmm... Now that I’ve seen it again, what a great sight this is..." (Lyan)

Having finally reached the arena, Lyan couldn’t help but admire the sight before him. The massive marble structure stood tall and proud, its majestic architecture and glorious designs becoming more apparent with each step he took closer to the arena. This place was truly fit for kings and emperors alike.

The countless banners hanging from the ceiling fluttered gently in the breeze, beacons of glory and honor to those that carried them. A curious observer might have noticed that many of these banners depicted the same image: an impressive beast or monster, a looming, imposing figure of destruction and death.

Another thing that caught Lyan’s attention were the numerous murals decorating the walls of the arena. Despite its size, the mural depicting the arena itself wasn’t as grand as the ones he’d seen earlier. In fact, it was downright shabby, made of cheap materials and unevenly painted. Yet despite its shortcomings, there was a certain charm to the painting. It showed the interior of the arena, complete with all the details one would expect to see in such a place: the stands, the stage, the large circular hole where the fight will take place, and even the entrance tunnel leading to the ring.

That said, the most noteworthy detail of the mural was not the building itself, nor the murals, but rather the person standing beside the ring.

"What is this, some kind of joke?" Lyan asked aloud, his voice echoing throughout the arena. He found the creature standing next to the arena’s entrance amusing, to say the least.

It was a humanoid beastman, easily recognizable by its elongated ears and pointed face. The beastman wore an intimidating set of armor and wielded a gigantic mace in one hand. Despite his appearance, however, Lyan couldn’t help but feel a sense of familiarity about the beastman.

"First, I never thought I would met a beastman so early in this fantasy world- Well this is a dream world isnt’t it? But second, why do I feel so familiar with this guy? Where did I met him before, I wonder...?" (Lyan)

As if on cue, the beastman turned around and stared directly at Lyan.

"Who are you?" the creature asked in a deep voice, one that sounded like a thunderstorm crashing over a battlefield. "Name yourself," the creature commanded.

At first, Lyan didn’t understand the beastman’s question, but then he saw the glinting silver chain that hung from his neck, which clearly bore a ring bearing the symbol of a crown.

"You’re a noble...?" Lyan muttered.

"Aye, I am, and I demand your name!" the beastman snapped back, a hint of anger in his tone.

In answer, Lyan introduced himself.

"I’m Lyan, an ex-incubus from the Demon Lord’s Domain- I mean a knight, a guard, or something" (Lyan)

"You... Are you taking me for a fool?" the beastman growled through gritted teeth.

Lyan stood tall and unyielding before the beastman, his gaze unwavering despite the creature’s imposing presence. He could sense the arrogance radiating from the noble beast, but it only fueled his determination to emerge victorious.

"I assure you, noble beastman, I am not taking you for a fool," Lyan replied coolly, his voice laced with confidence. "I am Lyan, and I accept your challenge."

The beastman snorted derisively, his lips curling into a disdainful sneer. "Very well, Lyan. Let us see if you are as skilled as you are bold."

With a nod from the announcer, the battle began in earnest. The arena erupted into cheers and applause as the two combatants squared off, their eyes locked in a fierce contest of wills.

Lyan wasted no time in launching his attack, his movements swift and precise as he closed the distance between them with lightning speed. The beastman swung his massive mace with brute force, but Lyan deftly dodged the blow, his agility allowing him to evade the creature’s powerful strikes with ease.

"Is that the best you can do?" Lyan taunted, his voice filled with mockery as he danced around the beastman, striking with calculated precision whenever an opening presented itself.

The beastman growled in frustration, his anger mounting with each failed attempt to land a blow on his nimble opponent. But Lyan remained unfazed, his focus unwavering as he continued to chip away at the creature’s defenses with relentless determination.

The noble beastman lunged forward with a thunderous roar, his massive mace held high above his head. The weapon gleamed in the sunlight as it arced through the air, aimed directly at Lyan’s skull with deadly intent.

But Lyan was already in motion, his body a blur of speed as he dodged to the side with lightning reflexes. The mace whistled past his ear, missing him by mere inches as he spun away from the attack.

With a smirk of satisfaction, Lyan countered with a swift jab of his own, aiming for the beastman’s exposed flank. But the noble creature was no easy opponent, and he parried the blow with a well-timed block, his muscles bulging with raw power as he pushed Lyan back with brute force.

Undeterred, Lyan danced away from the beastman’s counterattack, his movements graceful and fluid as he circled his opponent like a hawk hunting its prey. With each step, he studied the creature’s fighting style, searching for weaknesses to exploit.

The beastman snarled in frustration, his eyes blazing with fury as he swung his mace in a wide arc, aiming to crush Lyan beneath its weight. But Lyan was already several paces ahead, his senses honed to a razor-sharp edge as he anticipated the attack.

With a deft leap, Lyan somersaulted over the beastman’s head, narrowly avoiding the deadly blow as he landed gracefully on the other side. He spun around to face his opponent, his sword poised and ready for action as he prepared to strike.

But the beastman was quick to recover, his rage fueling his movements as he charged at Lyan with renewed ferocity. He swung his mace with all his might, aiming to crush his elusive foe with one devastating blow.

Yet Lyan was not so easily defeated. With a lightning-fast sidestep, Lyan evaded the beastman’s attack once again, his movements fluid and precise as he danced around his opponent with effortless grace.

"You’re like a slippery eel!" the beastman bellowed, frustration evident in his voice as he swung his mace in a wide arc, hoping to catch Lyan off guard.

"Perhaps you need to be quicker, my friend," Lyan retorted, a smirk playing on his lips as he darted in and out of the beastman’s reach.

The noble beastman growled in frustration, his massive frame lumbering after Lyan as he sought to land a telling blow.

"But you’re too slow," Lyan taunted, his voice carrying above the din of the crowd. "You’ll never catch me at this rate!"

With a roar of anger, the beastman redoubled his efforts, swinging his mace with renewed vigor in an attempt to corner his elusive foe.

But Lyan was like a shadow, always one step ahead of his opponent. He ducked and weaved, his agility allowing him to evade the beastman’s strikes with ease. With each passing moment, he grew more confident, his movements becoming more fluid and calculated as he danced around the arena.

Sensing an opportunity, Lyan struck, his blade flashing in the sunlight as he aimed for the beastman’s exposed flank. But the noble creature was ready, his reflexes honed from years of combat experience. With a swift twist of his body, he deflected Lyan’s blow with his mace, sending the young warrior staggering backward.

The crowd roared in approval, their cheers echoing throughout the arena as they watched the epic battle unfold before them. The tension in the air was palpable, each spectator holding their breath as they waited to see who would emerge victorious.

But Lyan was not one to be discouraged by a single setback. With a determined glint in his eye, he launched himself back into the fray, his sword a blur of motion as he pressed the attack. The beastman responded in kind, his muscles straining with effort as he sought to overpower his nimble adversary.

For what seemed like an eternity, the two combatants clashed, their weapons flashing in the sunlight as they traded blow for blow. The arena shook with the force of their strikes, the ground trembling beneath their feet as they fought with all the ferocity of wild beasts.

But as the battle raged on, Lyan began to feel the weight of his opponent’s strength bearing down upon him. The beastman’s attacks grew more relentless, his blows raining down upon Lyan with unbridled fury.

Yet still, Lyan refused to yield. With every ounce of strength he possessed, he pushed himself to the limit, his muscles burning with exertion as he fought to keep the beastman at bay. Victory was within his grasp, he could feel it pulsing in his veins like a second heartbeat.

And then, in a final, desperate gambit, Lyan unleashed a flurry of blows unlike anything the beastman had ever seen. With lightning speed and precision, he struck at his opponent’s defenses with all the skill and finesse he could muster.

The beastman staggered backward, his grip on his mace faltering as he struggled to keep pace with Lyan’s relentless assault. And then, with one final, decisive strike, Lyan landed the telling blow, his sword slicing through the air with a sound like thunder as it found its mark.

The beastman roared in agony, his mighty frame collapsing to the ground in a heap as he crumbled beneath Lyan’s onslaught. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, their voices ringing out in triumph as they hailed their new champion.