Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love
Chapter 336: The Initiated War ’in bed’

Chapter 336: The Initiated War ’in bed’

The faint light of dawn peeked through the windows, casting a soft, golden glow over the mess that had once been Lyan’s room. Wilhelmina slowly opened her eyes, blinking away the haze of sleep as she stretched beneath the blankets. The room was in complete disarray—clothes strewn across the floor, pillows tossed haphazardly, and an overturned chair in the corner. Yet, despite the chaos, all she could do was offer a small, wry smile.

She let out a soft breath, shaking her head as she sat up. The other women lay sprawled across the bed and nearby couches, all still fast asleep from the long night that had bled into the early morning. She rubbed her eyes, trying to make sense of the whirlwind of events. To think, a simple conversation with Lyan had escalated into an entire night of intimacy with all of them.

She glanced to her right, and there was Lyan, his arm draped casually over her waist. He shifted slightly, his eyelids fluttering open as he stirred, a lazy but content smile spreading across his lips. "Morning, Wilhelmina," he greeted, his voice still thick with sleep.

Wilhelmina met his gaze, her smile softening. "Morning, Lyan. Sleep well?"

Lyan stretched beside her, letting out a satisfied groan. "Slept like a log, though I can’t say the same for my stamina. Last night was... something else."

Wilhelmina chuckled softly, leaning her head on his shoulder. "Yeah... ’something else’ is one way to put it." She glanced around the room again, surveying the aftermath with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. "What a disaster," she murmured, still smiling.

"Not every day you get to say you survived a night with this many women," Lyan teased, leaning down to press a light kiss on her forehead.

Wilhelmina swatted his chest lightly. "Only you would turn this into some sort of twisted achievement." Her tone was playful, but there was warmth in her words. She couldn’t help but admire how Lyan managed to take everything in stride. His casual demeanor always had a way of calming her.

They lay in comfortable silence for a while, enjoying the tranquility of the early morning. But as the minutes passed, Wilhelmina’s thoughts began to drift to the more practical aspects of their lives—specifically, Lyan’s fiefdom.

She propped herself up on one elbow, her expression turning thoughtful. "Lyan... have you ever thought about how ridiculously lucky you are?"

Lyan quirked a brow at her. "Lucky? Me? What do you mean?" he asked, his voice still laced with the casual arrogance he often adopted.

Wilhelmina sat up fully, pulling the blanket around her shoulders as she looked at him seriously. "I mean... think about it. You went from being a mercenary to having thousands of gold coins practically thrown at your feet by the city of mercenaries and merchants. Then, you somehow stumble upon nobility and inherit a barony that just happens to come with a massive castle already built inside it, complete with hidden treasures." She shook her head, almost in disbelief as she continued. "And that’s not even the half of it. You became a summoner, able to control monsters—winter wolves, skeletons, living statues. And now you’ve got this army, not just of warriors, but of laborers too, thanks to those skeletons. Do you realize how unheard of that is?"

Lyan listened with an amused grin, clearly enjoying her little rant. "Sounds like you’re impressed," he teased.

Wilhelmina shot him a pointed look. "I’m not just impressed, Lyan. I’m saying it’s insane. It’s something most nobles—nobles who’ve been in power for decades—could never even hope to achieve." Her voice took on a more serious tone. "And you’ve done all of this in such a short amount of time. Do you realize how many of them would kill for the kind of power and resources you’ve stumbled into?"

Lyan shrugged, still maintaining his easygoing demeanor. "Well, isn’t that a good thing?" He smirked, clearly enjoying how much his success was rubbing off on her.

But before he could revel in his own arrogance, Wilhelmina reached out and pinched his waist, earning a surprised yelp from him. "Ow! What was that for?"

"That," she said, crossing her arms, "was for acting like this is all normal. It’s not. You’re lucky, and don’t you forget it."

Lyan rubbed his side, still chuckling as he leaned back against the headboard. "Okay, okay, I get it. I’m a lucky bastard. But come on, Wilhelmina. Wouldn’t you say things have worked out for the best? I mean, look at us now." He gestured to the room around them, to the women sleeping soundly after the night they shared, to the empire he was building from the ground up. "No bad rumors, no uprisings. Hell, people in the town love us. They don’t think I’m some depraved womanizer, and you know why? Because I treat everyone well. We’re building something great here."

Wilhelmina rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corner of her lips. "You really are something else, Lyan. Even with all of this, you’re still that arrogant noble you pretend to be."

Lyan grinned, flashing her a wink. "What can I say? I wear it well."

They both shared a laugh, the tension easing as the conversation shifted to a more lighthearted tone. But even as they joked, there was an undeniable truth behind Wilhelmina’s words. Lyan’s rise to power had been nothing short of miraculous, and she couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of awe at how seamlessly everything had fallen into place for him.

Still, there was one more thing on her mind, something she knew they couldn’t avoid forever. She sighed softly, the playful smile fading from her face as she looked at him again, her expression turning serious.

"There is one problem, though," she said quietly.

Lyan raised an eyebrow, his smile faltering slightly. "Problem?"

"Yeah." Wilhelmina’s gaze dropped to the blanket in her lap as she fidgeted with the fabric. "You’ve got all of this—power, wealth, armies... and all these women. But at some point, you’re going to have to decide."

Lyan blinked, clearly confused. "Decide what?"

"Who will be your main wife," Wilhelmina clarified, her voice soft but steady. "And who will be the concubines."

For a moment, there was silence between them. Lyan seemed to digest her words, his brow furrowing as he considered the weight of her statement. But before he could respond, Wilhelmina felt a sudden shift in the atmosphere, as if the very air in the room had changed.

Then, all at once, the quiet was broken by the sound of rustling blankets and shifting bodies. Wilhelmina glanced over her shoulder just in time to see the other women stir, their eyes slowly opening as they woke from their slumber.

One by one, they sat up, stretching and yawning as they blinked the sleep from their eyes. And then, almost as if they had some sort of internal alarm triggered by Wilhelmina’s words, they all turned their gazes toward Lyan, their expressions varying from curiosity to mild amusement.

Lyan, for his part, froze under the weight of their collective stares. He could feel the pressure building as every woman in the room seemed to focus solely on him.

Wilhelmina couldn’t help but smile, though there was a mischievous glint in her eyes as she leaned closer to Lyan. "So," she said softly, her voice dripping with playful innocence, "how about I—"

Before she could even finish her sentence, the room erupted in a chorus of voices.

"I’ll be the main wife!" Belle declared, sitting up straight with a confident smile.

"Excuse me?" Alina shot back, her eyes narrowing as she glared at Belle. "We all know I’ve been with him the longest. It’s only natural that I take that spot."

Xena smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. "Oh, please. We all know it’s not about how long you’ve been around. It’s about who can handle him best. And I don’t think either of you can top me in that department."

Josephine rolled her eyes, leaning back against the pillows. "Honestly, you’re all acting like this is some sort of competition. Lyan doesn’t need a main wife. We’re all equally important to him, aren’t we?" She shot Lyan a pointed look, as if daring him to disagree.

Lyan, who had been sitting silently throughout the entire exchange, glanced nervously between the women, unsure of how to respond. The last thing he wanted was to cause a rift between them, but at the same time, he knew this conversation had been inevitable.

Tara, meanwhile, simply laughed, nudging Lara with her elbow. "See? I told you. Chief will make war. it would come to this eventually."

Lara nodded, her expression amused. "Looks like the battle for chief’s heart has officially begun."

As the women continued to debate among themselves, Wilhelmina sat back, watching the scene unfold with a bemused smile. She had expected some tension, but this... this was something else entirely.

Lyan, for his part, could only sigh, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to figure out how to defuse the situation. "Well this is going to be the biggest pinch of my current life probably,"