Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

Lancelot spent a long time with his palm touching the stone monument as he was filled with a strange emotion—he didn't know if it was due to his bloodline being changed or if it was just how he dealt with trauma and grief.

The feeling of having a mother was something foreign to him, yet when faced with her existence for the first time...

He had only one thought...

I wanted to know you, to spend time with you, to grow up knowing your face and touch...

But all I have is this defaced stone monument that barely shows a defaced sculpture of your face.

Sebastian was a little stubborn, but Lancelot found he was quite amusing—since leaving over the past hour or so he had spent with the old man, he decided to accept reality.

"Okay, then, let's keep things how they were before."

"As you will, Young Lord."

"May I ask... Will you be taking Lady Guinevere or Miss Sumika as your wife?"

This guy was asking the questions every man with a harem dreads!

Lancelot looked at the stone-faced butler and realised he was being teased! The butler's lips curved into a smile for the first time since he met him.

"Can you bring me back to the school around eight p.m.?"

"Understood, Young Lord."

The two of them looked forward to the street lights beginning to brighten along the roadside as Sebastian pulled his black Benz onto the main road.

"Shall we visit the merchant district before you meet up with Lady Evaine?"

"Hm? Ohh~ Yeah, let's do that."

The car drove leisurely, keeping pace with the flow of pedestrians who were coming home from work, those who chose a life of mediocrity and abandoned the hope of becoming a Lord. Lancelot sunk deeply into the wide back seat as if he would fall asleep on it at any time.

I wonder what makes them give up on power...

[Some people, power isn't important. Their loved ones, family and skills are]

[Imagine that man there; he just closed that bakery; compare your love for the sword to him making delicious bread and cakes each day to make the customers happy.]

I see...

It makes me feel horrible that I was so prejudiced against those who didn't wish to fight or become Lord's...

I mean, without them, wouldn't we struggle to eat or live in the Empire?

"By the way, Young Lord..."

"Hmmm? What's the matter?"

"How do you plan to convince Lady Evaine's family to accept you are her partner when your families have been bitter enemies even before the culling?"

"Ahaha.... Good question, Sebastian, well... I guess I'll wing it."

"Wing it...."

Lancelot could already tell the stern look Sebastian would be giving him later from his tone of voice alone... He seemed to know something that Lancelot didn't, but that can't be helped.

The things I know of my own family are too limited...

Only now did he see my mother's true name, but a picture or image of her face seemed almost impossible to find.

Those damn bastards! Even when dead, you fuck everything up!!

"Young Lord..."

"Sorry... I was just a little irritated."

He couldn't help but let it show on his face and, with his aura, the amount of anger that was surging through his body right now. Leaning back, the wide seat was soft and comforting as the car continued heading towards the merchant's district.

This car sure is comfortable...

***

Approaching the merchant district, Lancelot was amazed—Sebastian passed over a pair of sunglasses, telling him to put them on and asked for him to watch.

At first, it felt like nothing much happened, but soon his eyes widened, and his pupils trembled seeing something so shocking.

These glasses showed what was fake and the estimated value compared to the price of the product!?

Each stall Lancelot saw on either side of the main street had false price tags and goods?!

What is going on!? These prices don't add up...

Take a wooden carving that seems like it should be worth ten or fifteen silvers, yet these glasses say it's worth over four gold coins!?

"Young Lord, we will be visiting an old friend's boutique now... Leave the poor man's stall, or he might regret being arrogant if you buy that."

"Huh...? Ah! Right...."

Lancelot shook his head and tried not to cause trouble for the 'poor' man selling wood carvings and sculptures. He followed Sebastian while trying not to let the shock appear on his face.

The effect of these glasses... So cool!

"Along with protecting you, there were other duties as the knight protecting you. First, it is time to visit the bank and transfer the assets owed to you, safe thanks to your mother's intelligent mind."

"Bank...?"

"Yes, Young Lord, let's begin your financial lessons today!"

Sebastian sounded strangely enthusiastic; Lancelot guessed by this reaction that this old man was actually very talkative and loved to teach people!

Although he didn't expect to learn economics from this strict butler, Lancelot decided to go along with it anyway.

Walking further down the street, Sebastian approached a large building that, based on size, seemed like some kind of headquarters building. Walking inside, it felt luxurious.

There were dozens of orcs and goblins, all stamping documents and working diligently with professional demeanours. Seeing Sebastian, many greeted the Butler warmly. They led Lancelot and Sebastian to a counter with an orc clerk.

"I have come to confirm the identity of a customer."

"Please write your ID number here and sign the agreement stating that you wish to confirm your identity here at this branch today."

After filling out a sheet of paper and signing it, the orc clerk took Lancelot's hand and pricked it with a needle before a drop of blood fell onto another document. When Sebastian handed it over, he returned to work without batting an eye and headed deeper into the building.

This is probably standard procedure...

Lancelot imagined it being used in banks across the empire, using a drop of blood to identify someone.

While walking deeper through the building, there were offices of Lords, merchants and officials who came here for whatever reason, until finally stopping in front of a set of double doors guarded by four orc knights in silver armour.

To be honest, most lords stopped using banks soon after the end, so this wonderful heritage from the Dark Ages vanished forever...

But it was fun.

The orc knights opened the door after a check, revealing an office decorated luxuriously as Sebastian walked confidently inside and stood in front of the desk.

A small goblin was sitting in silence, his quill writing on a pure white parchment... suddenly the goblin-accented voice sounded, but it was both elegant and soothing to listen to.

"Lancelot du Lac... Son of Maribeth du Lac...."

"Welcome to Bank Luxuria Aventus."

Greeted the Goblin.

"How might I help the son of our golden maiden of battle?" The goblin wasn't sarcastic, and his words seemed to be from the heart.

Eh? Is my mother known to the goblins?

Maribeth du Lac... Golden Maiden of Battle... Huh...

Lancelot stared blankly for a second before nodding slowly. Sebastian spoke for him in detail about what they came for today.

The goblin listened quietly to Sebastian's words and nodded his head continuously without losing interest or interrupting the Butler's speech.

Finishing his words, Sebastian smiled, revealing his old age for the first time in front of Lancelot today.

"Then I will leave my young lord to you, Bank Manager Vidalis..."

The goblin manager grinned and gave a light nod while watching Sebastian bow and leave the room.

"Young Master Lancelot, we at Luxuria Aventus are indebted to your mother, one of the few lords that sought to protect our amnesty and citizenship during the purge."

"Thus, with my greatest respect, we will gladly serve as your permanent bank if you so desire."

"I have created the account under your name and transferred all of the saved assets from the late Miss Maribeth du Lac into your account."

Lancelot nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards this goblin Manager and Bank as Sebastian informed him earlier with his long speech of their relationship with his mother.

He also learned about banking while following the Manager throughout the process.

"Now for a gift from us."

Vidalis pressed a button hidden behind his table. As if waiting for the call, several orcs quickly rushed inside carrying an object covered by a red cloth.

"This will allow your gauntlet also to access your Luxuria bank account, and now you can pay using this instead of hauling gold and silver around with you.

It also comes with the best legal transfer rate of silver and gold into Anima coins and Anima into gold and silver."

An object similar to a soft card was revealed under the red cloth—Lancelot curiously took it and tried it out with Vidali's instructions. It turned into liquid and began to seep into his dull silver gauntlet and worked smoothly, and he transferred money between accounts easily!

What amazing technology!! This bank is incredible!

The goblins really are the epitome of banking!