Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love
Chapter 278: The Duke Ends, The Celebration Follows

Chapter 278: The Duke Ends, The Celebration Follows

In the private courtyard of Astellia Kingdom’s royal castle, the air was filled with the sharp clinks and clashes of metal. Sunlight streamed through the canopy of ancient trees, casting dappled shadows on the cobblestone ground where Princess Anastasia Yelavon Astellia sparred with Prime Minister Lemtian. At nineteen, Anastasia was a vision of grace and power, her blonde hair tied back, her eyes sharp and focused. Her every move was a blend of fluid elegance and lethal precision, a testament to her training and natural talent.

Across from her, Lemtian moved with surprising agility for his age. His graying hair and the lines on his face spoke of many years, but his body defied the passage of time, reacting to each of Anastasia’s attacks with speed and accuracy. The maids watched from a respectful distance, their eyes wide with amazement at the intensity of the bout. Even the royal guards, usually stoic and unmoved, found themselves drawn into the spectacle, their gazes fixed on the sparring pair.

The sound of clashing swords echoed through the courtyard, a rhythmic symphony of offense and defense. Anastasia lunged forward, her blade aimed at Lemtian’s chest, but he parried effortlessly, their swords meeting with a resounding clash. She spun away, her movements a dance of controlled power, and struck again. Lemtian blocked, his counterattack swift and precise. The intensity of their duel grew, each exchange faster and more complex than the last.

Breathing heavily, Lemtian managed to chuckle between parries. "I guess I’m already too old for this," he said, his voice tinged with both humor and exertion.

Anastasia, her cheeks flushed with effort, responded with a bright smile. "Prime Minister Lemtian, you’re far from old if you can still keep up with my movements."

They continued their spar, neither willing to concede. Anastasia’s footwork was impeccable, her strikes calculated and forceful. Lemtian matched her pace, his experience evident in his anticipatory moves and calm demeanor. The duel stretched on, the onlookers holding their breath, waiting for a clear victor to emerge. Yet, neither could gain a definitive upper hand.

Finally, both combatants stepped back, their breaths ragged, sweat glistening on their brows. They lowered their swords, acknowledging the stalemate with mutual respect.

As they took a break for tea, the tension of the sparring match dissolved into a more relaxed atmosphere. They sat at a small table set under a large oak tree, the leaves rustling gently in the breeze. A maid poured tea into delicate porcelain cups, and the aroma of freshly brewed herbs filled the air.

Lemtian took a sip of his tea and leaned back in his chair, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "You fight like a true warrior, Your Highness. Erich must be grateful to have such a capable sister."

Anastasia smiled, her gaze thoughtful. "Thank you, Prime Minister. Speaking of Erich, he’s on a rather important mission, isn’t he? Facing Duke Ravindor and his treachery."

Lemtian nodded, his expression turning serious. "Indeed. It’s a dangerous task, but your brother is more than capable. Still, I can’t help but worry. The Duke is a formidable opponent."

Anastasia’s smile widened. "It will be fine," A glint of confidence in her eyes. "The summoner has joined hands with him."

The Prime Minister raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "That Evocatore guy? I’ve heard many tales about him, but I must admit, I’m very interested in meeting the man who commands such power."

Anastasia’s eyes sparkled with a mix of admiration and curiosity. "He’s far more interesting than you could imagine, Prime Minister. His abilities, his presence... there’s something about him that instills confidence." Her eyes seem to hold something deeper about the man’s name she uttered.

"He’s kind of a pervert, though,"

Their conversation flowed easily, the bond of mutual respect and shared concerns evident in their words. The afternoon sun cast long shadows as they continued to discuss the kingdom’s future and the challenges ahead, their tea break a brief respite in the ongoing struggle for Astellia’s survival.

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In the heart of the Duke’s castle, the flags of Astellia Kingdom’s royal family fluttered proudly in the breeze, a stark symbol of victory and reclaiming of power. The once oppressive stronghold now bore the colors of its rightful rulers, and the citizens of the territory gathered in the courtyard, a mix of trepidation and hope in their eyes.

Crown Prince Erich stood on a raised platform, his presence commanding and resolute. His voice, steady and clear, echoed across the courtyard as he addressed the gathered crowd. "People of Ravindor’s territory, hear me! Duke Ravindor has betrayed our kingdom, aligning himself with the dark forces of the [Crows], spreading fear and tyranny. But his reign of terror ends today. Justice has been served, and Astellia will no longer suffer under his treachery. You will have a new feudal lord, one who will honor the principles of justice and prosperity."

The crowd erupted in cheers, their relief palpable. The fear that had gripped their hearts for so long began to dissipate, replaced by a cautious optimism. Erich’s speech continued, detailing the crimes of the Duke and the steps being taken to restore peace and order. His words were a balm to the wounded spirits of the people, a promise of better days ahead.

After the speech, Erich made his way to the encampment where his trusted companions awaited. The camp buzzed with the energy of victory, with soldiers and allies sharing stories of their triumphs. Erich approached Arnold first, his expression one of deep gratitude. "Arnold, your bravery and skill have been commendable. I am honored to have you by my side. There will be more battles in the future, and I hope you will continue to serve with the same valor."

Arnold bowed deeply, his face flushed with pride. "It is my honor, Your Highness. I will serve you and the kingdom with all my strength."

Next, Erich turned to Borton, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Borton, I am grateful for your service. Your strength and leadership have been invaluable. I would like to offer you a title of nobility for your contributions."

Borton shook his head, a wry smile on his lips. "Thank you, Your Highness, but nobility isn’t for me. A reward in money would be enough. If I could ask for one favor, it would be a free pass and a permit to buy a house in the kingdom for my men’s families."

Erich laughed heartily, clapping Borton on the shoulder. "I envy your freedom, Borton. Consider it done. You and your men will always have a place in Astellia."

Finally, Erich approached Lyan, his expression softening with genuine appreciation. "Lyan, I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time. It’s been a while since I felt this excited, not since I lost someone very dear to me." He paused, a hint of sorrow flickering in his eyes before it was replaced by gratitude. "Thank you, Lyan. It’s all over now, but there are still formalities to attend to. You must accompany me to the royal castle for the official bestowment, the announcement of the Duke’s tyranny, and the beginning of the kingdom’s change."

Lyan sighed, his reluctance clear. "As you command, Your Highness," he replied, his tone respectful but tinged with unease.

The group laughed, their spirits lightened by Lyan’s unabashed honesty. The camaraderie and mutual respect among them were evident, a bond forged in the crucible of battle and strengthened by shared purpose.

As the evening wore on, the encampment settled into a quieter rhythm. The fires crackled, casting warm, flickering light on the faces of the soldiers and allies. The mood was a blend of relief and anticipation, the sense of a hard-fought victory tempered by the knowledge of challenges yet to come.

In the private moments shared by the companions, they reflected on their journey, their triumphs, and the sacrifices made along the way. The bonds they had formed, the trust and loyalty that had been built, would carry them through the trials ahead. The future of Astellia hung in the balance, but with leaders like Erich, Anastasia, and their loyal companions, there was hope that the kingdom would not only survive but thrive.

The path to the royal castle was a journey through a land scarred by war but filled with the promise of renewal. As they rode, the memories of battles won and lost played through their minds. They had faced darkness and emerged victorious, but the true test of their strength and resolve lay ahead in the halls of power, where the fate of Astellia would be decided.

Erich led the way, his heart filled with a renewed sense of purpose. He knew that the road to peace and prosperity would be long and arduous, but with the support of his friends and allies, he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The kingdom had been given a second chance, and he would do everything in his power to ensure that the light of hope continued to shine brightly over Astellia.

But Lyan’s heart isn’t settled yet.

The killer of Griselda.

Where is he?