Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love
Chapter 270: The Headmaid (1) The Request

Chapter 270: The Headmaid (1) The Request

Lyan stood over the corpse of Count Havton, his expression a mixture of disgust and resolve. Arnold the Commander, Borton, and Crown Prince Erich shared his sentiment as they surveyed the opulent chambers, now tainted by the evidence of Havton’s depravity. The air was heavy with the stench of stale wine and unwashed bodies, a testament to the Count’s indulgent and abusive lifestyle. The sight of the women in the room, some of them barely more than children, filled Lyan with a burning anger.

"We need to get them out of here," Lyan said, his voice tight with controlled fury. "They don’t deserve to be in this place any longer."

Prince Erich nodded. "You’re right. We’ll make sure they’re taken care of. But first, we need to address the immediate concerns of the city and the castle."

As they exited the room, Lyan couldn’t help but glance back at the victims, his resolve hardening. These women, and the city as a whole, deserved better.

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Several days passed since the fall of Count Havton. The city of Grafen had begun to settle into an uneasy calm. The streets, once filled with the chaos of battle, were now eerily quiet as the citizens took stock of their new reality. Lyan used this period to assess the situation within the castle. He wanted to understand the extent of the damage, both physical and moral, left by Havton’s rule.

It was early evening when Lyan decided to visit the maids and the head maid, now considered his property by right of conquest. He found them in a modest room, far removed from the opulence that characterized Havton’s chambers. The maids, some visibly nervous, others hopeful, looked up as he entered. The head maid, a woman in her early thirties with a hardened yet composed demeanor, stood at the forefront.

"Baron Lyan," she greeted him, her voice steady but tinged with an underlying weariness.

Lyan nodded in acknowledgment. "I’ve come to understand your situation better. You have all endured more than anyone should. Please, share your fears and hopes with me."

The maids exchanged glances before one of them, a young girl with wide, fearful eyes, stepped forward. "We... we were afraid we’d be cast out with nowhere to go. This castle, despite everything, has been our home. We have nowhere else."

Another maid, older and more composed, added, "We want to stay, if you’ll allow us. We know the work, and we want to make a fresh start. We don’t have families to return to. Count Havton saw to that." Her voice broke slightly, but she held her head high.

Lyan’s heart ached for them. "You are all welcome to stay. This castle needs loyal and skilled hands more than ever. And I promise you, things will be different from now on."

The head maid stepped forward, her eyes meeting Lyan’s with a mixture of defiance and vulnerability. "My name is Althea. I was taken by Havton when I was just a girl. He used me once and then neglected me, making me the head maid to oversee the others. I’ve lived under his rule for years, seeing and enduring things no one should."

Lyan nodded, his gaze steady. "I can’t change the past, Althea, but I can offer you a future where your skills and dedication are respected. This castle will need strong leadership to rebuild, and I believe you can help with that."

Althea’s eyes softened slightly. "Thank you, Baron Lyan. We’ll do our best."

With their agreement secured, Lyan felt a weight lift from his shoulders. He turned his attention to the rest of the castle, knowing that the structural and administrative damage would be extensive.

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That evening, after a long day of inspecting the castle and planning its reconstruction, Lyan retired to his quarters. He was exhausted but determined to see his plans through. As he was about to rest, a soft knock echoed through the room.

"Enter," he called, curious who it could be at this hour.

The door opened to reveal Althea, her eyes shining with a mix of purpose and something else he couldn’t quite place. She stepped inside, closing the door behind her.

"Baron Evocatore, there’s something I need to discuss with you," she said, her voice low and serious.

Lyan gestured for her to sit, but instead, she approached him directly, her eyes locking onto his. "I know things about this castle, secrets that could help you. But there’s something I need to do first."

Before Lyan could respond, Althea dropped to her knees, her hands moving to unfasten his trousers. "Althea, what are you doing?" he asked, startled.

She looked up at him, a determined glint in her eyes. "This is not out of duty or fear. I want to do this. To feel human again, to take control of my life in a way I haven’t been able to for years."

Lyan stood there, feeling Althea’s determination and desire emanating from her gaze. He gently took her hands, lifting her to her feet and drawing her close. "You don’t need to prove anything to me," he said softly, his voice filled with compassion. "You are already strong and capable. Let’s talk, and if we both want this, we will proceed together."

Althea’s resolve remained unwavering. "Lord Evocatore, I need this for myself. I need to feel like a person again, not just a survivor." Her hands moved to caress his face, her touch tender yet insistent.

Seeing the determination in her eyes, Lyan relented, nodding slowly. "Alright, Althea. But we do this together, at your pace."

With a gentle nod, Althea began to undress, her movements deliberate and sure. Her clothes fell away, revealing the scars that told the story of her past. Lyan’s gaze was unwavering, filled with admiration and respect. He removed his own garments, his eyes never leaving hers.

They stood facing each other, the air thick with anticipation. Lyan stepped closer, his hands moving to her waist, pulling her against him. Their bodies pressed together, the heat of their skin mingling. Althea’s breath hitched as Lyan’s lips found hers, the kiss deep and passionate, filled with unspoken promises.

"My lord," Althea whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

"Yes, Althea?" Lyan asked, his hands caressing her curves.

"Take me," she breathed, her words filled with need.

Lyan obliged, his lips moving to her neck, kissing a trail of fire along her skin. His hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her. Althea moaned softly, her nails digging into his shoulders, her hips grinding against his.

Her fingers ran through his hair, pulling his mouth harder onto hers, and he let her. Her black hair smelled like vanilla and jasmine, and his nose tickled by it.

Althea pulled away from the kiss and led Lyan to his bed, laying down on it and spreading her legs for him. She wanted him, and he could tell, and he wanted her.

He got on top of her, his body hovering over hers. His shaft pressed against her wet entrance, the tip teasing her clit.

"Do you want this, Althea?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

"Yes," she gasped, her eyes meeting his. "I need this."

He pressed his shaft into her, her walls welcoming him with a tight, hot grip.

"Ohhhh!!!! It’s biigg!!!," she moaned, her hips arching, pushing him deeper inside her.

"That’s it, Althea," Lyan murmured, his hands gripping her waist.

"Mm, Lord Evocatore," she whimpered, her nails raking across his back.

He began to move, his shaft thrusting into her, her walls clenching around him.

"Ooh, that’s good," he groaned, his hips grinding against hers.

"Nnngh, yes," she moaned, her back arching.

Lyan could feel her body quivering around him, her walls spasming.

"Ahhh!! That’s it!!!!" she gasped, her eyes rolling back.

He could feel her approaching her peak, her body tensing.

"Come for me, Althea," he whispered, his hips bucking into her.

"Ooohhhh! GOOD!!!!!" she screamed, her body exploding, her walls milking him.

"Unnngghh, yes," he grunted, his shaft swelling.

He could feel her juices flooding him, her walls quivering around him.

"More, Lyan, more," she pleaded, her legs wrapping around his waist, her heels digging into his ass.

He obliged, his pace quickening, his shaft thrusting into her, filling her.

"Ah, Althea," he groaned, his hips slamming into hers.

"That’s it, Baron, fuck me," she gasped, her voice trembling with desire.

"You’re so good," he moaned, his fingers gripping her hips tighter.

"Nyaaa, ahh, yes," she whimpered, her body shuddering.

With a final thrust, Lyan came, his seed spurting deep inside her, her walls quivered and milked him.

"Ooh, yes, that’s it, fill me up, Lyan," she moaned, her walls clenching around him, her body quivering.

His body shuddered, his shaft pulsating within her, her juices flowing around him.

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Name: Lyan Arkanium Evocatore

Occupation: Mythril-ranked Mercenary, Unofficially Baron Evocatore of Grafen

Money: 3,775,710,950 Elnes / 3775 gold 71 big silver 9 big coppers 5 coppers

Weapon: Magic Glaive, 1 (Decent) One-handed Sword, 5 (Good-Quality) One-handed swords, 1 (Decent) bow, 1 Gryphon-Winged Sword

Equipment: 3 Black leather cloak, 2 Leather Armor, 2 Breastplate, 4 Health Potions, 2 Poison Vials

Grimoire’s Companions: 8 High Spirits, 3 Valkyrie, Shadow Goblin Lord (Lv. 5), Papilio Slime (Lv. 45), Galewing Butterfly (Lv. 45), Rock Golem (Lv. 50), Deadlight (Lv. 74), Moonlight Butterfly (Lv. 45), Ice Golem (Lv. 50), Acid Ant Queen (Lv. 19), Magma Bear (Lv. 1), Fey Mammoth (Lv. 1), Arcane Retriever (Lv. 1), Winter Wolf Alpha (Lv. 12), Fenris (Lv. 1), Gargoyle (Lv. 1), Shadow Nymm (Lv. 1), Seltas Queen (Lv. 1)

Grimoire’s Army: 6 Shadow Servants, 800 Skeleton Army (24 Goblin Champion Skeletons, 226 Hobgoblin Skeletons, 550 Goblin Skeleton Army), 80 Acid Ants Workers, 30 Acid Ants Soldiers, 4 Female Winter Wolves