The Lust Lord Librarian-Chapter 71: LustLady

The world of Boen has an extensive history that spans over thousands of years.

Much of that history was lost, especially when going back further than two thousand years ago. After that point, it became hard to differentiate what was true or false.

Even the system struggled with this. When searching names of ancient history, it would often mention that it’s commonly believed that the figures could be legends or myths, yet it would not confirm or deny these beliefs.

So, when summoning a ruler, Adal chose one from recent history. One that he knew existed.

He searched for the name Lucy Ferrington.

Before the Torn Kingdom became the Torn Kingdom, the main kingdom of the humans was the Formed Kingdom. The royal family in power was the Ferrington Family, but when their king died, the man’s wife, Lucy Ferrington, managed to earn succession to the throne.

She was known to be a terrible leader and was the reason the Formed Kingdom fell apart. Her son, who was only five, was the last child who carried the blood of the Ferrington Family, and yet she failed to protect him, leading to the death of a royal bloodline, as far as the world knew it.

Adal agreed that she was a terrible leader.

However, there was another rumour that used to spread about the woman. She had a unique class, connected to lust.

The information on this was scarce, as such a secret would be hidden at all costs, lest the queen be called a whore. However, it was said that the woman once slept with kings from both the sun elf and snow elf kingdoms, which was where the rumours started.

If others knew that Adal intended to summon this Queen, they would think that he was either stupid, or looking for a good fuck. In truth, it was neither. Adal had his reasons.

He entered the woman’s name into the search, and soon, space began to contort in front of him. A human-sized blur fuzzed into existence, gradually taking on a physical form as time passed.

In the corner of his vision, Adal spotted a timer counting down from three hundred seconds. It was two hundred and ninety-five by the time the woman appeared before him.

She was more beautiful than Adal had expected, and held a strange resemblance to someone he had met before.

Her hair was red and fell straight down to her round buttocks, which generously stretched the backside of her royal white dress. The woman was tall, freckled, and had an innocent look to her. Her eyes were green as grass, and her lips plump and red.

As she was summoned, she looked around, wondering where she was.

Adal wasted no time using his skills on her to see if they would work. They did.

He spotted a long list of names in her sexual partner history, ranging from elves, to dwarves, to orcs. Immediately, he looked at her with disgust. This was not a woman like Penelope, who wished to change her ways and regretted her decisions. In her face, past that innocent disguise, he felt that he could see the pride in her beautiful eyes.

"The last time I checked, I was being beheaded by King Jackson Wellington. Was that just a dream? Am I really alive?"

The woman’s voice was proper, and surprised. Adal swiftly burst her bubble.

"No, you have been dead for centuries. The Formed Kingdom ended with you, and in its place came the Torn Kingdom, where the Wellington Family still rules. I summoned you to ask you a question."

He noticed tears beginning to form in her eyes. She did not seem to be surprised by the fact that she was able to be summoned from the dead, as she was an awakened who should have known the possibilities of magic.

"Ah, I should have expected my sins to catch up with me. Curse you, Mother Cupid, for leading me down this path!"

Adal’s eyes went wide.

That is actually the exact reason I summoned you.

"Tell me of your relationship with Cupid and your unique class. If I might take a guess, you own the class "LustLady?"

"Owned." Lucy Ferrington corrected with a sigh. "I am dead, remember."

"..."

"Anyways... You are correct. I was the LustLady. Mother Cupid gifted me that class, so that my deeds might constantly provide her with Lust Mana. I slept with men of all kinds, trying my best to please her, only for her to eventually tell me that she should have never granted this class to a woman. She said that only a man should have this role. Curse her again!"

Adal scratched at his chin, deeply fascinated.

Interesting, so not only did she have the same class as me in the past, but she was actually the origin.

Since then, have there been any other lust lords, or am I the only one? If there was, then what did they achieve in their lifetime?

It was common for Unique Classes to go on to do great things. For example, the king of the dwarves was the SmithLord, a man who was said to be able to merge metals together to create magical weapons. The current Orc King was known to have the RageLord class, granting him great strength when enraged.

And these were only a few of the unique classes known in the Mainlands. Further out, thousands of kilometres away, many other races exist, who likely possess hundreds of unique class holders.

The world of Boen truly was large.

"Thank you for the information, but before you go, there is one more question I must ask you. Were you ever able to meet Cupid? If so, how?"

Queen Lucy Ferrington tilted her slightly and looked at the librarian in front of her with a raised brow.

"Like anyone else might meet their gods. By praying."

...

Prayer. For some reason, Adal had never thought of doing such a thing.

But if his prayers were answered, what would Cupid ask of him in return?

It was well known that gods often wanted gifts, rituals, or sacrifices done in their names. So when he called upon Cupid, what would be her price?

He would worry about that later.

Done with the woman in front of him, Adal cancelled the ring’s effects and allowed her body to return to a blur. As she vanished, a look of astonishment spread across her face.

For the entire time, she felt certain that the man would try to fuck her, as all men of the past had.

That way, she might be lucky enough to be summoned again.