Rakshas: Tales of the Summoned Lord

A/N: The story takes inspiration from tales of reincarnated Lord, any similarities is not a coincidence. I do appreciate if readers won't ask me about my other works (although u can because you can say anything tbh), because unfortunately because of my studies and exams I haven't seen them for a long time and although I do wish to complete them I just can't find the momentum, this project though inspires me a bit.

Well I guess no body cares but I did graduated and pass my screening exam. I am now officially become a doctor, so I guess u can't say I was wasting time lol. But writing has always inspired me, I have written dozens of short stories but I don't wish to publish and actually deleted them all because I just felt if I started this again, I would become engrossed into it and lose sight of my career. I am sure many would be pissed off with this work and even think I am not worth reading because I would quit anyways in the middle, but I wish u would understand my position too. Leaving ur country to spend a forture, to get a degree into a profession that's so demanding and to be an average student, I had no option but to pass and establish my career. Thank you all for so many years of my best time, and I hope you enjoy this. God bless

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The town of Redbrook was a bustling border settlement, nestled in the shadow of the Blackthorn Mountains. Merchants filled the streets, hawking their wares, while adventurers gathered at the town square, eager for contracts.

The taverns were lively, filled with the scent of roasted meat and the sound of clanking mugs. Redbrook is famous throughout the continent for its bustling crowd, and busy streets.

It also had the most academies on the whole continent, among which included seven of the top ten highest ranked ones, causing it to also be known as the Academy City.

This was the most populated city on the Aryana continent; it had a population which numbered almost eight hundred thousand.

Over here, businesses flourished and people came and go. The amount of gold coins circulating in the daily economy of the city usually amounts to millions. Countless mercenaries, swordsmen, adventurers, artisans, peddlers as well as the common folk and slaves each with their own dreams and aspirations.

The bards often sang about how this city was a favored land of the gods, a land rich with wealth and prosperity…

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Amongst the most prestigious of academies was Divine academy known for it's rich faculty roster and multi specialty courses in many disciplines and was ranked the fifth among twenty or so academies in Redbrook City and ninth among all the academies on the Aryana Continent.

Divine Academy, Eastern court.

In a large training halls, a group of young warriors stood with bruises on their bodies and despair in their eyes.

Across from them, a man in his mid twenties stood with his arms crossed. His black hair was neatly tied back, his sharp gray eyes scanning his students with cold amusement. A plain training tunic clung to his well-built frame, and a wooden practice sword rested against his shoulder. A glistening silver badge which was about one inch large was pinned in front of his chest. On the silver badge was an embossed image of a greatsword with five stars on top of the blade.

"Again," he ordered.

The students groaned, but none dared to protest. They picked up their weapons and lunged. In an instant, he moved—his footwork precise, his body flowing like water. His practice sword snapped forward, striking a student's wrist before pivoting to strike another's ribs. A third went for a heavy downward slash, only for the instructor to sidestep and send the boy sprawling with a kick.

"Too slow. Too predictable." He turned to the rest of the class. "If you fight like that outside this hall, you'll be corpses before sundown."

The students bowed, acknowledging their defeat, and the instructor sighed. His gaze drifted toward the open window, where the banners of Divine Academy fluttered in the evening breeze.

A few teenagers wearing the uniform of the academy were walking haphazardly, They should all be freshmen. Allen recalled that the recruitment day was almost one month ago. As he watched these teenagers jump around in excitement, he reminisced his own times as a student here years ago. Time really flows quickly and unceasingly.

It had been five years since he found himself in this world— and also five years since he discovered his strange, inexplicable ability.

Allen wasn't originally from this world. Once, he had been an ordinary man—a history professor in his past life, his name was Evan Tabbot. But fate had played its cruel joke, and he woke up in the body of a banished noble's son.

Allen had been born the second son of House Styles, son of Baron Arthur Styles and his first wife. Logically he should have been successor to his father's barony, but fate had been cruel.

Allen's mother was not able to produce an heir for Baron Styles for years after which he remarried and only after the birth of heir of House Styles from the second wife, did Allen's mother had him making him the second son and most likely ineligible to succeed his father's fiefdom.

To make matter worse his mother died young, and his father second wife became undisputed baroness, who bore him two sons. The Eldest Albert and third son—Cedric—was who was his father's favorite, though Allen never understood why.

Perhaps it was love that Baron Arthur had for the new wife, or perhaps it was because Allen felt alienated as a child, he had always despised them.

The resentment had boiled over into violence more than once. A bloody nose, burised faces—Allen had never let his younger half-brother walk over him and in turn got punishment from Baron's eldest.

Baron always dismissed it as childish bickering but the final straw came when Allen got into a fight that ended with Cedric suffering a broken arm and him being knocked unconscious for a few days.

His father had had enough. Allen's maternal uncle—notable merchant and powerful figure in his own right—had stepped in, convincing Baron Styles that Allen should be sent away to make a career of his own. Banished, but not discarded.

Allen had been given money, resources, and a path forward into one of the most prestigious academies. But in return, he was severed from the family.

And this setting suited Evan, the future owner of Allen's identity just fine.

Allen after coming to Redbrook and entering Divine Academy has always been extremely cold and prideful.

He has gotten into fights on multiple occasion, notorious for his irksome character but unfortunately for his competitors his arrogance wasn't unfounded, Allen also had a great talent.

Not only was his Battle Force talent noteworthy but his swordsmanship was even better, he was one of the best of his year.

On the Aryana Continent, one's Battle Force and swordsmanship represented one's strength. The four different ranks of Battle Force included Bronze, Iron, Silver and Gold, which were further divided into five sub-levels for each rank. Beyond that was the level of Blademasters and Sword Saints. People like Allen who were five-star silver rank in their mid twenties were considered great talents.

The Academy sword instructors of higher ranking academies were usually of the Silver rank and above. That was even more so the case, given that Divine Academy was ranked number nine out all other academies on the whole Aryana Continent. Academies especially loved young talents like Allen who had both power and greater future prospects.

The original Allen was set for a great career ahead, but fate had other decisions.

Five years ago before Evan transmigtated into this new identify, Allen went on a well paying solo mission searching for a specific flower for a rich perfume merchant.

And during this adventure mission he caught a fever, a very small issue especially for someone who's a battle force master.

Allen dismissed the mild health condition and continued his mission searching for the flower.

Unknown to many amateur who one day suddenly decide to become an adventure just because they have achieved some success in their training, adventuring is a very risky and detailed career demanding knowledge and expertise in many fields.

Whenever an adventurer party takes any task they always consider many aspects of their journey including most importantly the challenges of the wild, but an arrogant man who couldn't care less about everyone else would ignore those tiny details.

But unfortunately for Allen,"The devil is in the details" Allen would have never knows that his slight mistake would make him regret it immensely.

Mid journey his conditions deteriorated further and further till the point where he couldn't navigate his way back to any human establishment.

Not able to mobilize himself meant not able to find food, water or even a proper place for rest. This lead to his untimely demise, which was also when Evan's soul entered his body inheriting his memories.

It's a very anti climatic death for a future prospect like Allen, but such is life one tiny mistake is all it takes to cost you your life, death don't ask how young you were, neither how talented you were. It doesn't care if you died from a fever or died after fighting a celestial God of War. Death simply claims the souls, unfortunately yet inevitable.

But end of one is start of another, with Allen death Evan inherited his name and his body and fortunately not his fever.

After entering Allen's body, Evan used his memories to return his tired body back to Redbrook.

After than Evan has pretty much followed life like Allen,laying low and trying to adapt to this new world.

Gradually with his intelligence and training, he quickly secured a place as an instructor and adventurer. His funds gave him a comfortable start, but it was his own skill that allowed him to rise.

And then there was his gift.

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"Just because I am facing outside doesn't mean you can laze around." Allen commented while looking outside the window, causing all his students to flinch.

Immediately after, with a collective last gasp clang of steel against steel echoed through the open-air training hall.

Allen watched his students spar. The evening sun cast golden light over the training hall, illuminating the sweat-drenched faces of young warriors striving for perfection.

Allen stood with his arms crossed, his sharp gaze following every movement.

"Reiner, your footwork is sloppy," Allen called out as the swordsman barely dodged a thrust from a stronger student. "If you keep retreating like that, you'll find yourself backed into a corner with nowhere to go."

Reiner gritted his teeth and adjusted his stance. "Yes, Instructor."

His opponent smirked, pressing his advantage, but Allen's voice stopped him.

"Elin, don't get cocky," he warned. "A wounded beast is the most dangerous. You leave an opening, and—"

Before he could finish, Reiner counterattacked with a swift diagonal slash, forcing Elin to stumble back. He barely blocked in time, his grin fading.

"See?" Allen said simply.

Elin exhaled sharply. "Understood, Instructor."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the hall, two other students Gareth and Tobias were locked in their own duel. Gareth, the stronger of the two, wielded his spear with crushing force, trying to break Tobias' defenses. But Tobias, ever the strategist, remained composed, dodging rather than blocking, letting Gareth tire himself out.

Allen nodded approvingly. "Good patience, Tobias. But don't just evade—if you only defend, you're waiting for your opponent to decide how the fight ends."

Tobias saw an opportunity and lunged, but Gareth twisted his spear and knocked the sword from Tobias' hand, sending it clattering to the ground.

"Too slow," Gareth muttered.

Allen sighed. "And Gareth, brute strength means nothing if you waste it on predictable attacks. You're lucky Tobias hesitated, or he'd have ended that fight the moment you overextended."

The towering spearman frowned. "I—"

"No excuses," Allen cut him off. "Your enemies won't wait for you to explain yourself."

A heavy silence followed as the students absorbed his words. They had learned long ago that Allen never coddled them—he sharpened them.

He stepped forward, resting a hand on his sword hilt. "Listen well. You are warriors. Not brutes, not thugs—warriors. That means you think, you adapt, and you survive. You don't win every battle by being the strongest—you win by being the smartest, the most disciplined, the most prepared."

His sharp eyes swept over them. "If you take nothing else from my training, remember this: a warrior who fights without a plan is just a man swinging a sword, waiting to die."

The students stood straighter, taking his words to heart. Even Gareth, despite his usual stubbornness, gave a firm nod.

Allen glanced at the setting sun, realizing their session had run late. He exhaled, rolling his shoulders. "That's enough for today. Dismissed."

Reiner and Elin wiped sweat from their brows and exchanged relieved glances. Tobias picked up his sword, lost in thought, while Gareth silently analyzed his mistakes.

As the students turned to leave, Tobias hesitated. "Instructor?"

Allen raised an eyebrow.

"…You'll be here tomorrow, right?"

Allen smirked. "Where else would I be?"

Tobias nodded, seemingly reassured, and followed the others out.

Allen watched them go, his expression unreadable. Allen walked forward his boots churching against the wooden floor, suddenly he frowned pressing two fingers to his temple.

A strange sensation churned within him—a familiar yet unpredictable force he had felt only a handful of times before.

'It's happening again.'

This feeling was something he can't put into words, it's a deep, instinctual pull, like something within him was reaching out to another world.

His breathing slowed. The sensation grew stronger, spreading through his chest like a second heartbeat. His fingers twitched. His very soul felt as if it were resonating with something—or someone—just beyond his reach.

"I wonder what it wonder be this time, past few times have been a total dud."

Allen took a deep breath went towards his office, steadying himself. He had learned over the years that resisting the pull was pointless. If his power had chosen this moment to act, there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Allen pushed open the heavy wooden door to his office, stepping inside with practiced ease. The dimly lit room smelled of parchment and ink, the large mahogany desk stacked with neatly arranged reports and documents. A single lamp flickered on the side, casting long shadows across the bookshelves lining the walls.

Standing near the desk was a well dressed middle aged man With a sleek back hair. He straightened immediately at Allen's entrance, his sharp features impassive as he placed a steaming cup of coffee on the desk.

"Master," He greeted, his voice refined yet firm. "You are later than usual. Another prolonged training session, I presume?"

Allen exhaled, rubbing his temples. The pull of his ability was growing stronger by the second, making his skin tingle with anticipation. He ignored the question and walked past him settling into his chair.

"Hilter, I need the office secured," Allen ordered, his voice carrying an edge of authority. "No one enters until I say otherwise."

Hilter's sharp eyes narrowed slightly, detecting the shift in his master's demeanor. "A summoning, I presume?"

Allen nodded, resting his elbows on the desk. "It's starting again. I don't know who or what will come through this time, but I don't want any interruptions."

Hilter's posture remained straight as a blade. "Understood. I will personally ensure your privacy." He turned toward the door but hesitated for a brief moment. "Shall I also prepare for… containment, in case this summon proves inconvenient?"

Allen smirked. "Cautious as ever. I don't expect trouble, but have restraints ready just in case."

Hilter gave a short nod. "Very well." He moved toward the door, then exited the room with silent efficiency.

As the door clicked shut, Allen let out a slow breath. The office was now his alone.

The pull within him intensified, his heartbeat aligning with the strange, rhythmic pulse of his power. The air grew heavy, and the light in the room dimmed unnaturally.

He closed his eyes.

The world around him seemed to slow. The sounds of the academy faded. The cool breeze stilled.

And then—

A pulse of energy rippled through the air. The ground beneath him trembled ever so slightly. The air thickened, charged with invisible power.

A new summon was coming.