The Kingdom of Eldoria—a land where summoning was not just magic but the foundation of society itself.
From the mighty Royal Capital of Everhold to the smallest villages, every person was a summoner. Farmers summoned beasts to till their fields, merchants called upon creatures to carry their goods, and warriors wielded monstrous familiars in battle. Strength, status, and survival depended entirely on the creature one summoned at the Summoning Ceremony—a sacred event that determined one's fate.
Today was that day.
In the grand city of Valefort, within the noble Ashford family estate, the air was thick with tension. The Ashfords were a powerful noble house, ruling over vast lands and possessing a lineage of elite summoners. They were known for summoning powerful beasts—wyrms, dire wolves, and even draconic hybrids.
Inside the grand Summoning Hall, noble children from the Ashford bloodline stood in neat rows, dressed in ceremonial robes embroidered with their family crests. At the center of the hall, ancient runes glowed with ethereal light, waiting to awaken the summons that would decide their futures.
High above, lords and ladies of the Ashford family sat in the spectator's balcony, watching with cold, calculating eyes.
Among the gathered nobles stood Lucian von Ashford.
Yet unlike the others, Lucian was different. Not by birth—but because just a few hours ago, he had been an ordinary young man from Earth.
A New Soul, A New Fate
When Lucian awoke in this body, memories had flooded into him. The 'original' Lucian had been considered a failure.
Born weak, with low mana reserves, and unable to summon anything in his early tests, he was the disgrace of the Ashford family. His father barely acknowledged him, his relatives mocked him, and even the servants looked down on him.
Today was his last chance.
If he failed to summon a worthy creature, his noble status would be stripped away. He would be exiled.
Lucian exhaled, tightening his fists. No pressure, right?
An elderly summoning instructor, draped in gold-and-white ceremonial robes, raised his hand.
"The Summoning Ceremony begins! Step forward, one at a time, and call forth your destined companion!"
The first noble child walked up to the Summoning Circle—an elaborate pattern of arcane glyphs etched into the marble floor.
Mana pulsed as he chanted, and a dazzling light erupted.
A Crimson Wyrm emerged—a fierce, winged serpent with molten scales and burning eyes. The spectators nodded in approval.
Next, another noble stepped forward. A burst of frost magic followed, revealing an Ice Fang Wolf with shimmering blue fur.
The summons continued.
Flaming Lions. Thunder Hawks. Shadow Panthers.
Each summon was stronger than the last. The noble heirs beamed with pride, while the audience murmured in admiration.
Then, it was Lucian's turn.
As he stepped forward, whispers broke out.
"Tch, the failure is up."
"He won't summon anything."
"What a waste of noble blood."
Lucian ignored them. He placed his hand on the Summoning Circle. His heart pounded.
This was it.
If he failed, his life in this world was over.
He took a deep breath and channeled his mana.
The circle glowed.
A sudden whirlwind erupted around him. The hall shook. A strange, intoxicating fragrance filled the air—one that no one had ever sensed before.
The runes flashed violently.
Something was wrong. Summoning circles weren't supposed to act like this.
And then—light exploded outward.
When the light faded, the hall fell into silence.
Standing before Lucian were three figures.
They were not beasts. They were not monsters.
They were… women.
No—fairies.
The first fairy had long silver hair that flowed like silk, shimmering in the light. She wore a translucent, form-fitting gown that barely covered her enchanting curves. Her violet eyes glowed with mystery.
The second fairy had golden hair, braided elegantly, with emerald eyes filled with mischief. Her wings, like golden butterfly wings, fluttered as she smiled seductively.
The third fairy had midnight-blue hair, cascading like a waterfall, her dark red lips curling into a smirk. Her figure was mesmerizing, accentuated by the teasing cut of her attire.
They were stunning—otherworldly in their beauty, exuding a charm that made the air itself feel heavier.
Lucian barely had time to react before the silver-haired fairy stepped closer.
Her soft fingers traced his jawline, her lips parting slightly.
"Hmm… Our master?" she murmured.
The golden-haired fairy giggled, leaning in dangerously close.
"Oh my~ What an interesting man we've been summoned by."
The midnight-haired fairy smirked, running a hand along his chest.
"He smells delicious."
Lucian's brain short-circuited.
What the hell was this situation?!
The Hall Erupts
The stunned silence didn't last.
Gasps. Shouts. Chaos.
"What… are those creatures?"
"Those aren't beasts! They look like humans!"
"This is blasphemy! What kind of abomination did he summon?!"
Lucian snapped out of his daze as he registered the reactions around him.
Wait. Something was wrong.
His mind raced. Didn't this world have fairies?
Then he saw it—the expressions of the audience.
Shock. Confusion. Disbelief.
And then it hit him.
No one here had ever seen a fairy before.
In this world—no one had ever summoned a fairy.
Lucian had just become the first person in history to summon them.
His mouth went dry.
This wasn't just rare. This was unheard of.
And judging by the fear in some of the nobles' eyes, this might be even more dangerous than he realized.
Before Lucian could react, the instructor's voice thundered.
"This… This is unnatural!"
Nobles whispered among themselves, uncertain.
Lucian looked at the three breathtaking fairies, who only smiled at him playfully.
He could tell.
They knew exactly what kind of trouble they had just brought him.
And yet—there was something in their gazes. Something hungry.
Like they had been waiting for him all along.
Lucian exhaled.
Well… his life just got a lot more complicated.