The Divine Summoner: Godson of Altima

by Antony W. F. Chow

  The young master focused his attention on controlling Alraune and borrowing her nature powers to rejuvenate and enrich the soil. He brought some of the farmers over from his fields to plant soybean seeds. Luka wanted to demonstrate that the reclaimed land could sustain crops. He also rebuilt the Izan forest and transported animals from other forests within the duchy to repopulate Izan.

  The mage emptied his tank and poured his massive amount of magic into the reclamation project. Luka even drank up the magic recovery potions in his possession to use Alraune's abilities. The reason was that he had a hard deadline to complete this work personally since no one else could do it.

  Juliette used her relationships with other valkyries and convinced them to patrol Izan more frequently. Although the pope sent some templars to escort her son, the mother wished to have additional sets of eyes watch over him.

  From the reports Juliette received, she concluded that her son was using up his mana pool for the land reclamation project. Juliette worried that Luka would be defenseless if zombies attacked him in that state. Thus, she arranged for her dukedom's elite knights to supplement the church's forces and guard Luka during the day.

  The valkyrie also exercised "discretion" in choosing the flight path for her patrol. Thus, Juliette led her squad to fly over Luka's location daily. These patrols afforded her a bird's eye view of his work and lessened her concerns for his safety.

  Juliette's comrades marveled and praised Luka's rapid progress; they all believed it would take years to replenish the soil. But they realized that this assumption was erroneous. If Luka continued reclaiming the land at the same pace, he would finish by the end of his winter break. All the women admired the boy's tenacity and hoped that Luka would achieve his goal.

  Since many valkyries came from noble backgrounds, they began to spread the news of the rapid rejuvenation of Izan. Many aristocrats dismissed this as a rumor, but some took it seriously and sent investigators and spies into Izan.

  Thus, the province began to receive many visitors on the road. These travelers inevitably spread the news of Luka's progress to other parts of the kingdom. Their description of the rejuvenated landscape enticed many peasants to move into Izan and created a mad dash for the unclaimed fertile land.

  Juliette was fully aware of what her comrades had done, and she appreciated their help. During her patrols over Izan, she witnessed many commoners traveling together in large caravans searching for better opportunities. Thus, the feudal lord ordered her steward to send artisans into Izan to support the new villages and settlements cropping up.

  Meanwhile, the pope received daily status reports from his templars. Demetrius read them with great interest because he was curious to see what a motivated Luka could do by himself. The church leader was very impressed with his godson's work.

  The pope offered daily prayers for Altima to protect Luka from the undead which may lurk within the province. Unfortunately, there was a gap in the templars' protection of Luka, and trouble came looking for him!

  Near the end of the winter break, Luka just entered the guesthouse when a rude intruder appeared. "Where's Luka Heavensfell? Come out, you little brat!" a male voice shouted from outside.

  The maids blocked the doorway and saw a wild-looking warrior holding a jar and drinking. He reeked of alcohol and seemed drunk. "Please allow us to handle this, young master," Urquina said. She stepped out of the house and approached the man. "Sir, you need to make an appointment to see the young master," the head maid said in a polite but stern tone of voice.

  "I don't need no stinking appointment!" The man slapped the maid's cheek. Whack!

  Luka firmly pushed aside the other maids and calmly walked out. He ignored the attacker and cast a Light Cure to heal Urquina's face, which sported a dark red mark where the visitor struck her violently.

  Once Luka finished this task, the healer turned toward the newcomer. "Who are you, and why did you come here?" he asked. Luka looked directly into the man's green eyes.

  "Good! You have some balls!" the provocateur chuckled. He slammed the jar on the ground, and it shattered into pieces; strong alcohol began to pool on the floor. "My grandson came back from school weeping about losing to you in the exhibition match," he said.

  Luka's eyes widened in surprise at these words.

  The intruder laughed out loud. "Yes, I see that you know who I'm talking about -- Llewel Elorshin. I'm Ilbryen Elorshin; some call me the Hero of the Religious Wars while others labeled me the Great Betrayer of Elves behind my back, depending on which side you're on," the elf said with a shrug.

  "I came here to exchange swordsmanship with you. If you could defeat Llewel without magic, that means you have decent talent in swordplay. Not many kids his age could match his martial ability, and I want to test your skills for myself."

  Ilbryen pulled out the bastard sword from his back and held it in his right hand. "Let's go, kid!" He took a lazy swing at Luka, who immediately blocked the attack with his sword.

  The defender's feet slid back from the attacker's raw power and felt his hands turn numb.

  "Not bad. That was 50% of my strength. Let's see how much you can withstand." The crazy warrior continued to swing his massive weapon and attacked from various angles.

  Luka feverishly used his Critical Insight to find the weak point of each strike and parried. Although he could use magic to overcome the difference in strength, Luka declined because he wanted to test his martial ability against the infamous elvish warrior.

  "This is boring if you won't attack me," Ilbryen complained. The challenger snapped a heel kick to Luka's abdomen and sent the boy flying!

  "Stop bullying my son!" Juliette dropped from the air and aimed a kick to the attacker's face!

  Ilbryen nonchalantly blocked with his sword and swatted her aside.

  The woman gracefully somersaulted to reduce her momentum and landed in front of Luka.

  The elf became mesmerized by Juliette's beauty and blurted out, "Be my woman!"

  Juliette frowned and rejected him. "I took a vow of celibacy as a valkyrie."

  "Stop serving as a silly horse rider, and I'll take you to a world of sensual delight!"

  She scowled at his words. "This is the difference between us. I uphold my honor. You don't have any. That's why you easily betrayed your elven people. If I committed the same crime, I would kill myself to make amends to them," Juliette said in a haughty tone of voice.

  Ilbryen's eyes hardened. "You will become mine sooner or later." He spat on the ground and walked away.

  The knights from the guard station arrived only to see Ilbryen brush past them.

  The elf sneered and continued his proud march.

  Juliette turned around and looked at his son. "You need to increase your physical strength. We will focus your training on that aspect starting tomorrow."

  "Yes, mother." Luka felt humiliated at having her intervene in his duel. And he worried that Ilbryen would try to pursue her again in the future. Thus, Luka needed to raise his fighting ability to protect her from Ilbryen Elorshin.

  Chapter 100

  Princess Camellia Harchesta Morninglory

  The winter break ended without further incidents. The valkyries reported no zombies, and Duchess Silverblade permitted settlers to enter Izan land under escort. Luka performed his role and successfully enriched the ruined Izan forest's soil and replanted trees.

  Luka arrived at his Larkspur residence hall in the royal academy, hoping that the second semester would help take his mind off Izan. However, Drinara inexplicably blocked his path!

  "You have a letter from Her Highness Princess Camellia," the dorm mother informed Luka as she handed him the red envelope.

  The recipient thanked her and teleported to his room. Luka opened the letter and read it. He received a summons to meet the princess after tomorrow's homeroom in front of the school. At the appointed time, Luka came out of the school grounds.

  A royal maid approached him. "Luka Heavensfell, please enter
the carriage," she requested.

  Luka climbed inside the cabin, and she joined him. The vehicle took him to the Noble District in Tirli City, and the ride took fifteen minutes before it finally stopped. When he got out, Luka saw an expensive-looking residence fit for royalty. The gates stood twenty feet high, and the attentive guards stood at the gatehouse. From the entrance, Luka saw beautifully manicured gardens followed by a three-story mansion.

  The middle-aged lookouts carried the demeanor of veteran knights. They quickly recognized the royal carriage and issued hand signals to permit the vehicle entry without delay.

  The carriage proceeded with its journey until the coachman finally stopped at the doorstep of the residence.

  An attendant quickly opened the door.

  "After you, young lord," the maid said in a respectful tone of voice and curtsied.

  Luka nodded and stepped out of the vehicle. He followed the servant into the manor. Luka was surprised to discover the lack of reception to receive him in front of the house, as customary among the aristocracy when the master of the residency welcomes honored guests.

  Instead, Luka received furtive looks and gazes from the patrolmen and wandering workers. The young man politely smiled whenever their eyes met. Luka didn't know if he was deliberately being insulted or the princess felt too highly of her social status. Regardless, he was willing to participate in this play and witness its development.

  The beautiful maid occasionally glanced back to confirm that the esteemed guest was following her. She felt surprised at seeing the cold indifference on Luka's face and his lack of questions or comments toward her. The servant thought the young nobleman was very different from the other nobles who visited the princess.

  The two soon arrived in the Tea Room where Camellia awaited. Several female knights in red armor stood outside the doorway; they gave him the evil eye as Luka passed by to enter.

  Luka saw a beautiful girl with long, golden hair draped on a two-seat couch like a lazy cat. She wore a tight-fitting red dress, which accentuated her ample bosom. The newcomer also spied a corset neatly woven into the one-piece garment. Her face was free of makeup. The red dress hiked up to her knees and revealed a pair of slender legs wrapped in white tights.

  One maid stood behind the couch and slowly fed the princess purple grapes while a second maid fanned her. A third maid attentively massaged her calves.

  The maid who entered the room announced, "Princess Camellia Harchesta Morninglory, Young Lord Heavensfell has arrived."

  The princess opened her eyes, and Luka gazed at a pair of piercing, glacial-colored eyes. She studied his face for several seconds in silence before nodding slightly.

  "Luka Heavensfell is honored to answer your summons, Princess Camellia," he said while bending one knee and staring at the floor. Luka considered kissing her hand, but she didn't extend it to him.

  "Please rise," she responded with a lovely voice. Once Luka obeyed, the princess lazily got off the sofa and approached him. Camellia examined him from head to toe and circled him once.

  Luka straightened his back and kept silent. He noticed that she was relatively short since her head only reached his collarbone. However, she possessed thin arms but a pair of melon-sized breasts. Her pink cheeks and fair skin made the girl appear relatively young. Luka felt an instant attraction to her, and his loins stirred.

  The teenager was knocked out of his reverie when the princess abruptly pressed her palms on his shoulders! Then she squeezed his biceps and patted his chest and abdomen. Her action resembled checking a stallion! To compound Luka's embarrassment, Camellia reached into his pants and cupped his family jewels! Even worse, she started playing with his manhood!

  While Princess Camellia engaged in this outrageous conduct, her pale-blue eyes never left his!

  Luka suspected that she was either testing him or provoking him. Thus, he quickly decided the best solution was to endure the sexual harassment silently.

  A glint appeared in her eyes upon seeing his lack of reaction. Princess Camellia took this as a personal challenge, and she mercilessly played with Luka's penis with her hands. The tormentor smiled in delight as she felt the frigid organ enlarge under her expert ministration. Camellia continuously teased him until a smelly and sticky fluid shot into her soft left palm.

  "How long did that last, Leah?" the princess asked.

  "Eleven minutes and forty-three seconds," a maid answered while checking her pocketwatch.

  Camellia nodded. The rude host finally freed herself from Luka's pants, and the smell of freshly-released ejaculation permeated the air.

  A maid held a small basin of water for the princess to wash her sullied hands. Another servant took out a scented handkerchief to dry them.

  Once Princess Camellia's hands were clean, she continued the discussion as if nothing happened. "It has been a decade since this princess saw you. Do you remember that meeting?" she asked while eyeing him closely for his reaction to her daring mischief.

  Luka felt annoyed at being treated like a boy toy. But he quickly quelled the anger in his heart. "How can I forget, Your Highness? The Royal Family granted my mother and me the honor of dining with them in the royal castle," he answered in a calm tone of voice. Luka pretended the handjob never occurred.

  The princess smiled sweetly at him. "Exactly. When this princess heard that you returned to your family estate, we desperately desired to see you again. We heard that you received personal training from Alectos, the Elven God of Magic, for ten years; we were curious to see how you turned out. To our surprise, you somehow found time to engage in physical training as well," she explained with an admiring look at his robust figure.

  "Your Highness is too kind," Luka replied modestly.

  "Besides, you have grown taller and more handsome. Your temperament is also befitting of a duke's son," Camellia continued her assessment. "Also, this princess tested and confirmed that your penis functions normally," she added and winked.

  Luka couldn't help but frown because he didn't appreciate how she conducted his physical examination to confirm that he didn't suffer from sexual issues such as erectile dysfunction or premature ejaculation.

  The princess laughed and reached out to stroke his cheek gently like a lover. "Don't be upset, Luka," she said softly. "This princess has many suitors for marriage, but our Royal Father previously expressed interest in matching you as our marriage partner. This princess agrees, and we will ask His Royal Highness to confirm the details with Her Excellency Duchess Silverblade."

  "During our engagement, we shall spend time together and learn more about each other. Due to family customs, we must keep our chastity until our wedding night. But in the meantime, this princess is willing to serve our fiance with our mouth, chest, hands, or feet as you desire."

  Princess Camellia looked at each of her four maids in turn. "As an advance on our dowry, you may also bed any of our servants here that you fancy. They have taken care of us since we were young, and we view them as dear sisters. If any of them produce your children, then this princess will raise their status to Concubine."

  "We thank Princess Camellia for her favor," the maids curtsied in unison while suppressing their giggles. The four girls were similar in age to the princess, and they served her since early childhood. These maids were Camellia's confidants, sisters, advisors, and bodyguards. Thus, they already knew her plan to include the maids as dowry to the Young Lord Heavensfell.

  Luka glanced at the four maids and took note of their faces. He was secretly surprised by Camellia's offer because she had implicitly permitted Luka to create a harem! However, he felt uncomfortable becoming entangled with multiple girls simultaneously because Luka's priority was to become powerful enough to protect his mother. Hence, he lacked the time and energy to sample carnal pleasure. Nonetheless, Luka put on a fake smile. "Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness," he said.

  The princess shook her head. "You are now our fiance, Luka. Call us by our given name," she ordered.


  "Alright, Camellia."

  She rewarded his obedience with an enchanting smile, which caused Luka to lose his thoughts for a moment. The princess felt proud of herself because she had feared that the boy was immune to her feminine charms. His dazed reaction erased her unease.

  Camellia reached out and wrapped her slender arms around his neck. Pulling his head closer, she smothered his lips with her own for a wet, passionate kiss. Her hot tongue darted into his mouth. The daring princess roamed freely for a good minute and held Luka captive until he regained his senses. Camellia finally released Luka, whose breathing became unsteady and heavy.

  "We rewarded you with our first kiss. You may leave." Princess Camellia took a step back and waved her hand in dismissal.

  "Yes, Camellia." Luka saluted the princess and took steady strides to exit the Tea Room.

  One of the four maids accompanied him, and the two soon exited the manor. A carriage waited outside the residence to bring Luka back to the academy.

  "Ruotha."

  The word broke the uneasy silence inside the cabin.

  "My name is Ruotha, Your Grace," the girl said.

  Luka turned and looked at his fellow passenger. Ruotha possessed the same colored hair as his fiancée but curly instead of straight. The maid tied up her shiny hair with a pin, presumably so that it wouldn't interfere with her work. "Does Her Highness examine every boy like that?" Luka asked.

  The maid giggled. "Please excuse my rudeness, Your Grace. Camellia wanted to provoke a reaction out of you because of your nickname 'Chief Monk.' And she feared that there was a physiological component to your lack of interest in girls," Ruotha explained.

  Luka sighed.

  "But fear not! Her Highness admires you and thinks you qualify to be her fiance," she quickly added.

  "If I may be frank?"

  Ruotha nodded.

  "Camellia possesses a high opinion of herself. How could she accept a more modest person like me? We seem destined for big personality conflicts down the road," Luka predicted.