Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love
Chapter 396: The Big Family Departing

Chapter 396: The Big Family Departing

The grand hall of Grafen Castle was a scene of excited chaos as everyone made their final preparations for departure. The sound of laughter, clinking armor, and rustling dresses filled the air, creating a lively atmosphere that mirrored the anticipation bubbling inside each of them. It was a rare occasion—all of them would be traveling together, except for Arielle, who had reluctantly chosen to stay behind to oversee Grafen’s safety.

Wilhelmina was fastening her new dress, a lovely shade of deep blue that shimmered under the chandelier light, as she exchanged playful jabs with Alice, who seemed equally thrilled about her own purchase.

"Well, look at you, Wil," Alice teased with a grin.

"I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look so fancy. You sure this dress won’t weigh you down?"

Wilhelmina shot her a pointed look, but her smile gave away her amusement.

"Just because I look like a lady doesn’t mean I can’t swing a blade," she retorted, smoothing her dress. Alice laughed and threw her hands up in mock surrender.

Surena, on the other hand, was twirling in her new green gown, her eyes sparkling as she caught sight of her reflection in one of the ornate mirrors lining the hall.

"I have to admit, I’m not used to dressing like this," she said, almost shyly, as she turned to Emilia, who was adjusting her own dress—a soft cream-colored one that perfectly complemented her auburn hair.

"You look beautiful, Surena," Emilia said with a warm smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

"It suits you. We should do things like this more often." Surena nodded, her face softening, and for a moment, they both seemed lost in the simplicity of the moment.

Lyan watched them from a distance, a smile tugging at his lips. They all looked so different, so... carefree. He couldn’t help but admire the way they carried themselves—strong, confident, and undeniably beautiful. It was rare to see them so relaxed, and he felt a sense of pride swell in his chest. He had to force himself to look away when he caught himself staring a bit too long.

(I think I caught you staring)

Arturia’s teasing voice echoed in his mind.

(What? No, I was just... ensuring they were ready)

Lyan tried to defend himself, but the laughter of the spirits only made him more flustered.

(Sure, Master. Keep telling yourself that) Lilith’s amused voice added, making him clear his throat and turn his attention back to the preparations.

While on the other hand, at the castle courtyard, where Arielle stood at a distance, her eyes fixed on Grimclaw. The creature was a towering figure, cloaked from head to toe in dark fabric, with gloves and a hood obscuring every inch of his appearance. His very presence seemed to chill the air around him, and Arielle couldn’t help but feel a knot of unease tightening in her stomach.

"Grimclaw," she called out, her voice carrying a hint of hesitance. The figure turned towards her, his face hidden beneath the shadows of his hood, and slowly made his way to where she stood. The closer he came, the more Arielle’s unease grew. There was something about the aura around Grimclaw—something dark and foreboding—that made her instincts scream at her to stay away.

"Lady Arielle," GrimClaw’s deep, resonant voice finally replied, almost as if the words were being pulled from the depths of some forgotten abyss. His voice had an eerie quality to it, echoing slightly, like a whisper carried on a cold breeze. Arielle tried to keep her composure, swallowing her fear as she forced herself to meet his gaze—even if she couldn’t see his eyes.

"Lyan has trusted you to take care of Grafen in our absence," Arielle said, her voice steadier now. "I... I will do my part, and I trust you will do yours." She spoke the words with as much confidence as she could muster, though her heart pounded in her chest. Grimclaw tilted his head slightly, the movement almost unnatural, like a puppet adjusting its strings.

"Of course," GrimClaw replied, bowing slightly. "Milord has given me my orders, and I intend to carry them out to the fullest. No harm shall befall Grafen while I stand guard." There was a finality in his voice, an unwavering conviction that made Arielle shiver. She nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving him.

"Very well," she said, taking a small step back. "I will leave Grafen in your care." She turned to leave, but paused for a moment, glancing back at GrimClaw. "Just... make sure you stay visible. The people are not accustomed to someone like you, and I don’t want them to be unnecessarily frightened."

Grimclaw gave another slow bow, his hood dipping forward. "As you wish, Lady Arielle. I shall remain vigilant, but discreet."

Arielle gave a final nod before turning on her heel, making her way back to the castle. As she walked away, she couldn’t shake the unease that lingered in her chest. She had no choice but to trust Grimclaw—Lyan had faith in him, and that had to be enough. But she couldn’t help but glance back one last time, watching as Grimclaw turned and silently walked towards his post.

The courtyard scene shifted to the main gates, where the enormous carriage awaited. It was unlike anything anyone had ever seen—a marvel of craftsmanship that Lyan had spent weeks designing. The carriage was large enough to comfortably fit twenty people, and its exterior was adorned with intricate carvings and reinforced panels, giving it both an elegant and formidable appearance.

Instead of horses, the carriage was pulled by six majestic winter wolves, their white fur glistening in the early morning sun. The sight of the wolves drew gasps from the bystanders who had gathered to see them off. The wolves were massive, their eyes sharp and intelligent, their presence both intimidating and regal.

"Whoa, those wolves are magnificent as always~ They’re big and so beautiful~" Xena breathed, her eyes wide with awe. She reached out, her hand brushing against the soft fur of the lead wolf.

"I’ve never seen anything like them."

"They’re beautiful, aren’t they?" Lyan said, his eyes glinting with pride. "The winter wolves will be our escorts for this journey, and they’ll make sure we travel swiftly." He gestured to the carriage, opening the door with a flourish. "Shall we?"

The interior of the carriage was even more impressive. The seats were upholstered in plush fabric, arranged in a way that allowed everyone to face each other comfortably. In the center of the carriage, a small table was set up, perfect for meals or even a round of cards to pass the time. The space was roomy enough that everyone could stretch out and relax, and the girls’ faces lit up with delight as they stepped inside.

"Lyan, this is amazing!" Belle exclaimed, her eyes shining as she ran her hand over the cushioned seats. "I’ve never traveled like this before."

"You always go overboard, don’t you?" Surena teased, though her smile betrayed her appreciation. She smoothed out her dress, her eyes twinkling as she settled into her seat. "Not that I’m complaining."

Lyan grinned, shrugging slightly. "Well, I wanted everyone to be comfortable. Besides, it’s our first big trip together as a family. We should make it memorable." He caught sight of the three mountain tribeswomen—Lara, Sigrid, and Tara—who were more interested in the winter wolves than the carriage itself. They had decided to ride the wolves instead, each of them perched confidently atop one of the massive creatures.

"We’ll keep an eye on things from out here," Lara called out, her voice filled with excitement. She patted the neck of the wolf beneath her, a broad smile on her face. "These wolves are incredible! I’ve never ridden anything like this, chief."

Lyan chuckled, giving her a nod. "Just make sure you hold on tight. They can be fast." He then glanced at the rest of the group, who were all admiring their new dresses, a contrast to the warrior attire of the tribeswomen.

Even Surena, Alice, and Emilia were dressed in beautiful gowns, their faces lit up with joy.

Lyan smiled, shaking his head slightly. "Well... maybe this is fine too," he muttered to himself. "It’s a special occasion, after all."

The one acting as the coachman was an undead hobgoblin, cloaked in illusion magic and clad in knight’s armor. It was a precaution—Lyan knew that the journey could get... heated, considering his companions, and he needed someone who could handle the wolves while keeping a low profile. The hobgoblin was perfect for the job, obedient and capable of ensuring their safety without drawing attention.

Once everyone was settled in, Lyan stepped inside the carriage, closing the door behind him. He looked around at his companions, a smile tugging at his lips.

"All right, everyone. Ready to head out?"

"Ready!" came the enthusiastic response, and Lyan couldn’t help but laugh at the energy in the air. He knocked on the wall of the carriage, signaling to the hobgoblin to start moving.

With a smooth lurch, the carriage began to roll forward, the winter wolves pulling it effortlessly. The bystanders cheered as they watched them depart, their voices fading into the distance as the carriage moved further away from the castle gates.

Lyan took a deep breath, looking out of the carriage window at Arielle, who stood by the gates, her hands clasped in front of her. He opened the window slightly, leaning out to catch her attention.

"Arielle!" he called out, and she looked up, her eyes meeting his. Lyan smiled, his gaze softening.

"Thank you. For staying behind, for taking care of everything. I trust you completely."

Arielle nodded, though her eyes still held a trace of worry.

"Just... be careful, all right? And come back in one piece. We need you here, Milord."

Lyan gave her a reassuring smile.

"I promise. We’ll be back soon." He paused for a moment, his eyes meeting hers. "And if GrimClaw gives you any trouble, just send me a message."

Arielle let out a small laugh, her expression softening. "I’ll manage. Just take care of yourself." She watched as the carriage began to roll away, her gaze lingering on GrimClaw for a moment. The cloaked figure stood at his post, his head turning slightly to watch the carriage depart. Arielle took a deep breath, steeling herself for the responsibilities that lay ahead. Despite her anxiety, she knew she must do her part for Grafen. With one last look at the departing carriage, she turned and walked back towards the castle, her heart filled with determination.