Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love - Chapter 142 Journey To The North (10) The Lightning Spirit’s Spar

“Why is it that Emiya keeps showing up everywhere? Can you please stop summoning me already?!”The outlier of the countless Emiya, the last of the Knights of the Round Table, the conscience of Chaldea, the wielder of the Third Magic, King of the Lostbelt, the man Alaya can never have, and the sis-con deity: Emiya Sakatsuki.***When Shirou Emiya, in the dungeons of Ainsworth Castle, summoned a soul from another world, the young man holding the Fate Compendium began his journey.He started his journey in the world of Fate/Zero; on a planet where the Root has dried up; a Holy Grail War involving fourteen Heroic Spirits; the Grand Order set in motion to save humanity…Keep going like this, a traveller from another land—Until the moment the loop of fate closes.“I just want to chill at home like Merlin! If this keeps up, I'm going to end up split into countless pieces sooner or later!”“Aren't you already split into pieces now, Onii-chan?!”

I put all the warning tags to give myself creative freedom, but the story isn't filled with excessive gore or swearing.This is my first time writing other than for school projects. The gender-bender tag is only for the beginning because I wanted to try writing from a female's perspective and needed an excuse for why my MC reads a little tomboyish. The gender-bender fades into the background over the first few chapters; please don't let the tag keep you from trying out my story.Synopsis:Second chances are rarely earned and even rarer given. Follow a new life in a new world where anything is possible. Our MC wakes up, stuck as a baby, needing to decide how she will live her new life. Let's see what future she can forge when hard work rewards her with status points and skill levels.Author's Note: I'm currently slowly going back and rewriting my earlier chapters, so if you're starting to read this for the first time, try not to be alarmed if the quality suddenly goes down after reading a few chapters. I started writing this story almost three years ago, and I think I've improved as a writer since then. I appreciate your understanding; enjoy.

Every drop of this family bloodline is stained with sin. They are the embodiment of contradiction; calm yet maniacal, with great memories yet often forgetful. They pledge themselves to their dreams yet often compromise, are angels that are also devils… It’s why I hate them. And also love them.

The only hope of his family, a youth with the blood of elves and devils walks on a battleground of annihilation and rebirth. He wills his way through boiling lava and icy depths, killing on this field of despair to strike down the lofty figure in his sight. One day he’ll grasp his blade tightly and survey his surroundings, only to find no more enemies to kill.