Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

Lancelot thought with such a fierce and focused mind that he didn\'t realise it was transferred to his cute little Hare, who blushed a bright red, trying to cover her face and little hare nose as it wiggled.

"Ah, man, it sure stinks of beasts in here—who would bring animals to a place for nobles and the elite?" A blonde male sitting in the Rank 15 seat with a designer necklace and full set as he leaned to the side laughing with his lackeys.

\'Just a jealous clown, let\'s ignore it... Marimo, it\'s okay—the only beasts are the filthy nobles like him, a sense of superiority because their family did something hundreds of years ago, and now they rot slowly from inside at the expense of the poor.\'

"Hahaha, it must take a Lord with no class or ability to summon such unwanted garbage. Hahahaha! Maybe, they can serve his bed at night, though?" His lackey sneered, with brown hair looking at the trio.

This time Marimo\'s soft hand clasped Lancelot\'s, stopping him from lunging forward at the insult of his cute Frost Hares.

Bang!

"Take back those words! Master is the best Lord in the world!"

Before anyone had realised what had happened, a shrill voice sounded as a woman\'s hand covered in black fur with sharp claws slapped the brown-haired Noble\'s face, crushing his face and bones with a loud snap.

Like a feral animal, Meru brutally beat the Lord until he lost consciousness; her powerful legs, strong enough to dent even the black reinforced car of Merlin, snapped back before slamming forward...

Kicking the poor boy\'s crotch with a loud crack, his body convulsing like a dying frog despite being unconscious as Meru skipped back to her seat with a calm face.

When she noticed Lancelot\'s gaze, she pulled out her tongue and turned away, with a pink colour on her cute cheeks.

"How dare you have your filthy mongrels attack a noble!" The blonde noble shouted as he stood, pointing at Lancelot, grasping the sword at his waist.

Yet before he could even draw, a cold blade was pressed against his throat as Lancelot\'s knee smashed him against the wall with a thunderous crack, splitting the wall and ground apart with its force.

"Ah... filthy mongrel? Hahaha...."

"Lancelot du Lac!" Lady Guinevere\'s voice sounded as if trying to stop him from his actions, and behind her, the two retainers he beat the other day looked at him with fierce looks.

His face slowly turned to face her, while a thin line of blood appeared on the Lord\'s throat, as the now red eyes of Lancelot looked at Guinevere with a disgusted look.

She had long black hair with a wavy style, and her bangs brushed to the side, revealing her beautifully shining blue diamond earrings and sapphire necklace.

His heart started to surface whenever he looked at her, their old love and romance, as his anger slightly diminished.

But they insulted his beloved troops, and women couldn\'t be fixed just with the words of a woman he once loved with all his heart and then betrayed the human alliance!

So although he tried to be civil, her interference was already difficult for him to accept.

"What would it be, Lady Guinevere? I am merely dealing with garbage, my duty as a Lord."

She looked at him with a complex look, forced to take a more icy gaze because that man supported her mother, and she couldn\'t afford to go against them so openly, even if she agreed with what happened...

"You must relent; students must never hurt another... Added, your troop started the fight and should be punished-"

"I dare you to try, p-r-i-n-c-e-s-s. Even if Arthur himself wanted to stop me..."

"I would do the same."

{Calm Master! I will scold Meru... Don\'t get in trouble for us...}

With a sigh, he flicked his wrist, letting the Gale Sword return to his body.

However, Ether began to build inside his right fist as his body twisted and smashed the Noble in his abdomen, shattering his core, but the damage was so tiny by the time they realised it was damaged, it would be months later.

\'Mongrel, enjoy living as a commoner.\'

"Thank you, Lancelot...." Guinevere said with a complex smile, looking away with lowered eyes.

"I did it for my cute Hares, not you."

The moment Lancelot sat in his seat, stroking both girls\' heads with a smile, the door suddenly opened as the familiar figure of Evaine entered carrying several objects before looking at the collapsed nobles on the ground with a wry smile on her face.

"It seems my class will have troublemakers as always ~ Ah, I love being an instructor!"

Looking at the class with her sharp eyes, dressed in a sexy white blouse and tight black skirt, she scanned the room before her plump red lips opened with a sticky sound, "So, which hotshot beat the son of an Earl?"

All hands pointed to Lancelot...

But he was grooming his two Frost Hares, even using a special black comb with a beautiful Hare image painted on it.

"Him again!?" Evaine\'s voice sounded as she facepalmed with a long sigh.

She stood at the centre of the class before slamming her items down and clenching her fists before hammering her fists on the black marble desk, causing the entire room to shake with force.

"You little bastards, noble, commoner or troops! Don\'t be causing trouble in my damn classroom! Or I\'ll beat you myself!" Evaine clicked her tongue before looking at Lancelot, Guinevere and the nobles, now slowly recovering.

"Since it\'s come this far, settle it on the duelling field and use your troops; why beat each other like savages..."

"Okay? I don\'t want to deal with this crap next lesson, so make your schemes, and fight out there! I will give you until this afternoon before we enter Avalon to deal with your childish shit!"

Lancelot knew that her overacting and making this smaller was for him, Rank 1 or not. His family were dead, barely classed as fallen nobility and the boys he attacked were an Earl and his Baron follower.

\'You haven\'t changed, always protecting the weaker students in secret... Silly woman...\'

Their eyes matched as Lancelot smiled at her with an obvious wink that Guinevere also saw with widening eyes alternating her look between the new instructor and Lancelot.

"I wish to fight on his behalf; they are in no state to fight... If I may?"

When Guinevere spoke, Lancelot and Evaine looked at her with sharp gazes.

Nevertheless, the princess didn\'t falter, looking at Evaine with a determined look before gazing at Lancelot with a fleeting and apathetic gaze.

"Okay then, do you agree that\'s a fine child of the Rembrandt family?" Ravine asked the blonde boy, her aura and force almost crushing him as he trembled in fear.

"Y-yes....that.... the gambit?"

"I will decide." Lady Guinevere\'s soft voice cut off the noble as she looked only towards Lancelot\'s handsome face, who merely sneered at her before turning back to his Hares and pampering them.

"Sigh..."

"Very well, just let me know the result, and I will deal with any issues..." Evaine sighed.

Seeing the gaze of Guinevere as a fellow woman, she knew more trouble might be caused shortly by this damn cocky, arrogant but dazzling man with silver hair...

Shaking her head, she adjusted her mind.

"I am Evaine, simple Evaine, your teacher for the year."

"I don\'t like complicated things, but I will help if there are any problems related to being a Lord or Avalon. Otherwise, use the library."

"Thanks."

"Let\'s get ready for Avalon! Open your terminals and "Avaticus-1" This is the first lesson, and we will follow the numerics for each class in the future! If you get stuck or fall behind, come see me in the end!"

Evaine didn\'t stop, or hold for questions, as she stepped onto her podium, her ample bosom swaying as she leaned forward to see the text.

"And so..."