Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love
Chapter 306: Rebuilding Grafen with Passion (5) The Castle Maids

Chapter 306: Rebuilding Grafen with Passion (5) The Castle Maids

Lyan woke early, the first light of dawn casting a golden hue across the castle walls. The memories of the previous night’s intimacy still lingered in his mind, but today was a new day with its own set of challenges and opportunities. He dressed quickly, anticipation bubbling within him as he made his way to the Grand Hall for the morning meeting.

As he entered the hall, he was greeted by the sight of Abraham, Ravia, Raine, and Althea already gathered, their expressions a mix of determination and enthusiasm.

"Good morning, everyone," Lyan greeted, his voice filled with purpose. "How’s everyone feeling today?"

Wilhelmina’s absence was noted, but her presence in handling the recruits was just as important. Abraham, always the epitome of calm efficiency, nodded. "Morning, Master. We’re ready to tackle the day’s challenges. The maids and servants are showing great improvement."

Ravia’s eyes sparkled with excitement. "We’ve focused on discipline and efficiency. Althea here has been an exceptional role model."

Althea, modest as ever, blushed slightly. "Thank you, Ravia. Everyone is putting in their best effort."

Lyan smiled, appreciating the dedication of his team. "Good to hear. Let’s see how they’re doing in their tasks."

The group made their way to the courtyard, where the maids and servants were already hard at work. The sight that greeted them was one of organized activity. Servants moved with purpose, cleaning, organizing, and maintaining the castle with a newfound efficiency.

Abraham took charge, his authoritative voice carrying across the courtyard. "Remember, precision is key when handling these artifacts. Treat them with care."

Ravia stood nearby, guiding a group of maids through the proper posture and etiquette. "Posture is important. Stand straight, shoulders back. Confidence shows in your stance."

Raine, ever the meticulous one, demonstrated the proper way to serve. "When serving, always approach from the right. It’s these little details that make a difference."

Althea moved gracefully among the trainees, offering additional guidance and encouragement. "You’re doing great. Just a bit more polish on your movements, and you’ll be perfect."

Lyan watched with pride as the servants followed their instructions diligently. It was clear that the training was paying off. He walked over to a young maid who was meticulously dusting a vase. "Excellent work. Your attention to detail is impressive."

The maid blushed, a shy smile spreading across her face. "Thank you, Baron Lyan. I’m trying my best."

Lyan nodded, patting her shoulder. "Keep it up. You’re doing wonderfully."

As the training session continued, the group moved to the kitchen. The air was filled with the delicious aroma of freshly baked bread and simmering stews. Wilhelmina’s slave group and the courtesans from the House of Roses were hard at work, their movements coordinated and efficient.

"Can you pass me the herbs? This stew needs a bit more flavor," one cook asked, her voice steady and confident.

"Sure. I learned a new spice mix from one of the courtesans. It might add a nice touch," another cook replied, a hint of pride in her voice.

One of the courtesan cooks, her hands deftly chopping vegetables, offered advice. "Let me show you how to chop those vegetables more efficiently. It saves time and looks better."

A former slave, now a cook, smiled as she stirred a pot. "We’ve come a long way. Working together like this feels like we’re truly part of something."

Lyan couldn’t help but smile as he observed the bustling kitchen. "The teamwork here is incredible. You’re all doing an amazing job."

Belle, who had been overseeing the kitchen, approached Lyan with a warm smile. "They’ve adapted quickly. It’s wonderful to see everyone working together so harmoniously."

Lyan nodded in agreement. "It truly is. Let’s make sure they have everything they need to keep improving."

The morning flew by in a whirlwind of activity. As the sun climbed higher in the sky, Lyan and Althea began their inspection of the castle, checking on the progress and providing feedback.

"The dining hall is spotless. Your attention to detail is commendable," Althea praised, her eyes scanning the room.

A servant, beaming with pride, responded, "We appreciate the feedback, Lady Althea. We’ll continue to strive for perfection."

Lyan paused to speak with a maid who was polishing a set of silverware. "Excellent work on the tapestries. They look almost new."

The maid’s face lit up with a smile. "Thank you, Baron Lyan. We’ve been practicing the cleaning techniques Abraham taught us."

Everywhere they went, the improvement was evident. The castle, once a shadow of its former self, was beginning to shine again. The servants moved with confidence and purpose, their pride in their work clear for all to see.

As the afternoon sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the castle, Lyan gathered everyone in the Great Hall. The atmosphere was relaxed and filled with a sense of accomplishment.

"Today has been a good day," Lyan began, his voice carrying across the hall. "Seeing everyone work together like this is inspiring. We’ve made great progress, but there’s still more to do."

Josephine, who had been helping organize the day’s activities, stepped forward. "The dedication and hard work from everyone have been incredible. We’re building something special here."

As Lyan watched the hustle and bustle of the Great Hall, a familiar spark of arousal began to ignite within him. The sight of his companions, their laughter, and the way they moved with purpose and grace, all contributed to a growing sense of desire. He couldn’t help but feel a deep, physical connection to the women who had stood by his side through so much.

His eyes followed Ravia as she moved gracefully across the hall, her mischievous smile and confident demeanor only fueling his arousal. Her short black hair framed her face perfectly, giving her a tomboyish charm that Lyan found irresistibly attractive. She moved with an athletic grace, her toned body a testament to her rigorous training and dedication. Ravia caught his gaze and gave him a sly wink, her smile widening as she saw the effect she had on him.

Lyan felt his heart race, his thoughts becoming consumed by the memory of their intimate moments together. He recalled the way her body responded to his touch, the way she moaned his name with unrestrained passion. The memory of their last encounter, the feel of her skin against his, and the sound of her breathless whispers, all combined to stir a deep desire within him.

Unable to resist the pull any longer, Lyan quietly made his way toward the warehouse, where he knew they could find a moment of privacy. The large space was filled with crates and supplies, a perfect secluded spot for their rendezvous. He sent a quick, discreet signal to Ravia, who followed him with a knowing smile.

Once inside the dimly lit warehouse, Lyan pulled Ravia into his arms, his lips capturing hers in a passionate kiss. Their bodies pressed together, and the heat between them was palpable. Ravia’s hands roamed over his back, pulling him closer. "I knew you couldn’t resist," she whispered, her voice breathless with anticipation.

Lyan’s response was a low growl of desire. He lifted her effortlessly, pressing her against a stack of crates as he kissed her deeply. Their clothes quickly became a barrier they were eager to remove, and soon they were lost in the heat of their passion.

Outside the warehouse, Eliza, a young maid, was on her way to fetch some supplies. As she approached the door, she heard the unmistakable sounds of flesh slapping and soft, breathless moans. Her curiosity piqued, she slowed her steps, listening more intently.

"It’s too big... so good..." Ravia’s voice reached Eliza’s ears, filled with pleasure and longing.

Eliza’s eyes widened, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. She moved closer, the sounds growing clearer with each step. Her heart pounded as she peered through a small crack in the door, catching sight of Lyan and Ravia in the throes of passion.

Ravia’s back was pressed against the crates, her legs wrapped tightly around Lyan’s waist. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders as she moaned softly, her head tilted back in ecstasy. Lyan’s movements were slow and deliberate, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust deeply into her.

"It’s too big..." Ravia gasped, her fingers digging into Lyan’s shoulders. "Don’t stop... please..."

Lyan’s response was a low, satisfied growl, his movements steady and rhythmic. "I won’t... I promise."

Eliza’s breath hitched, her eyes unable to look away from the scene unfolding before her. The raw intimacy and passion between Lyan and Ravia held her captive, a mixture of awe and longing washing over her. She had always admired Lyan from afar just like the rest of the maids, especially ever since he saved them from the former lord, his strength and leadership inspiring her. Seeing this side of him, so tender and connected, only deepened her longing for him.

Suddenly, Ravia’s eyes fluttered open, and she caught sight of Eliza. Instead of looking shocked or embarrassed, Ravia’s lips curved into a knowing smile. "Enjoying the show, Eliza?"

Eliza’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. "I... I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to..."

Lyan turned slightly, his gaze meeting Eliza’s. Instead of anger, she saw a flicker of amusement and acceptance in his eyes. "It’s alright, Eliza. We all have our moments of curiosity."

Ravia chuckled softly, her voice teasing. "Perhaps you should join us next time."

Eliza’s mind raced, a mixture of embarrassment and excitement coursing through her. She managed a shy smile, nodding slightly before turning to leave, her heart pounding in her chest.

As she walked away, the sounds of Lyan and Ravia’s passion faded, replaced by the steady rhythm of her own heartbeat. She couldn’t deny the thrill that had coursed through her, nor the way her admiration for Lyan had deepened. The castle was filled with many secrets and moments of intimacy, and she had just stumbled upon one of the most profound.

Back in the warehouse, Lyan and Ravia continued their passionate embrace, their movements synchronized and filled with desire. Lyan’s playful spirit, his leadership, and the deep connections he formed with each of his companions were what made him so unique. They were what bound them all together in this new life they were building in Grafen.

Lyan’s hands moved with practiced ease, caressing Ravia’s body and eliciting gasps and moans from her lips. His touch was firm yet gentle, his fingers exploring her curves with a familiarity that spoke of their deep bond. Ravia responded eagerly, her body arching against his, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

"More... Lyan... don’t stop..." Ravia’s voice was a breathless plea, her eyes half-closed in ecstasy.

Lyan obliged, his movements becoming more intense, his thrusts deeper and more deliberate. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the warehouse, a rhythm of desire that echoed off the walls. Ravia’s moans grew louder, her nails digging into Lyan’s back as she clung to him, riding the waves of pleasure.

"It’s so good... you’re so good..." Ravia’s words were a mix of praise and desperation, her body trembling with each thrust.

Lyan’s breath was ragged, his own desire mounting as he felt Ravia’s body tighten around him. He could feel her approaching the edge, her muscles tensing in anticipation of release. With a final, deep thrust, he sent her over the edge, her cry of pleasure filling the air.

Ravia’s body convulsed with the force of her orgasm, her hips bucking against Lyan’s as she rode out the waves of pleasure. Lyan continued to move within her, drawing out every last tremor of her climax before finally letting himself go, his own release crashing over him in a wave of ecstasy.

For a moment, they remained entwined, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in short, labored gasps. Slowly, Lyan lowered Ravia back to the ground, their limbs still tangled together. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his eyes filled with affection and satisfaction.

"That was fun,"