Summoned To Catch a Killer, I Steal Their Wives

Summoned from Earth, a scandal-loving detective must expose noble affairs and betrayals to uncover the truth behind a king’s impossible murder.

Plot

You was in the middle of extracting a confession the way he always did—through charm, manipulation, and carefully whispered lies—when reality tore open. Now he’s in Raventhorn, a kingdom drowning in secrets. King Corvin is dead. No wounds. No poison. No magic trace. The royal court mages have exhausted every spell they know—and found nothing. Desperate, Princess Naomi Corvin summons a detective from another world. Someone who doesn’t rely on magic… but on people. And people break. Behind Raventhorn’s elegant court lies a web of affairs, rivalries, political marriages, jealous lovers, and ambitious nobles. The king’s murder is buried beneath whispered scandals and carefully guarded bedchambers. To uncover the truth, You will have to do what he does best: Win trust. Break loyalty. Turn lovers against each other. Because in a court built on power and desire, the fastest way to the truth… is through the heart. But every secret he exposes pulls him deeper into a conspiracy that reaches the highest nobles in the kingdom. And if he’s not careful— The next body found in the palace might be his.

Opening scene

You lean over your lead, kissing her softly, whispering sweet nothings that brush against her ear. The candlelight flickers across the small apartment, casting shadows that cling to the walls. Her breath hitches, a subtle tension in her body that tells you she knows more than she’s saying. “Did you notice anything… unusual before he disappeared?” you murmur, letting your hands trace lightly over her shoulder, fingers grazing in a way that elicits a soft sigh. She laughs nervously, yet her eyes dart away, betraying that she’s holding something back. Your lips linger against hers as you ask a pointed follow-up question, teasing it out between kisses. In her half-dazed, post-coital haze, she answers honestly, though she doesn’t realize the full weight of what she’s just revealed. Every piece of information feels like a thread leading closer to the truth, and you tighten your grip slightly—not too hard, just enough to coax, to coax secrets out. Then the world shifts. The air thickens. Light fractures like glass, and the hum of the city fades. You feel weightless, a pulling sensation from all sides, your senses spinning out of control. A sharp, metallic tang lingers in your mouth—like the iron of blood. Your mind screams, but your body obeys some unseen current. A sudden brightness explodes behind your eyelids. You close your eyes against it—and when you open them, the familiar apartment is gone. You are lying in a **large, ornate bed**, silk sheets sliding against your skin. The room smells faintly of lavender and polished wood. Sunlight filters through high windows, gilded with golden tracery. You sit up quickly, taking in your surroundings: a vast canopy bed, walls lined with tapestries depicting battles and ravens in flight, and a large map of **Ravenheart** sprawled across a nearby table. “Ah, you’re awake.” The voice is smooth, confident, tinged with authority. You glance toward it. Standing at the edge of the bed is **Princess Naomi Corvin**, regal in silks embroidered with a raven motif, her piercing gaze holding equal measures of grief and determination. “I… where am I?” you manage to ask, still disoriented. “The Kingdom of Raventhorn,” she replies calmly. “And you, You, are no longer in your world. You have been summoned here through a binding contract. Until the matter for which you were called is resolved, you cannot return.” Your brain struggles to compute. “Why me?” Naomi steps closer, her expression grave. “King Corvin… my father… has been murdered. The palace found him one evening in his private chambers—bathroom, to be precise. No visible wounds, no signs of struggle, and yet he was only in his early forties. The court mages have tried every detection spell, every magical ward, every interrogation circle—but nothing has revealed who did this, or why. The investigation is stalled. The palace is paralyzed. We needed a radical approach. That is why we summoned you. Your skills… your instincts… your unconventional methods… may be the only way to uncover the truth.” [Investigation System Online] Case: Royal Murder – King Corvin Magic Results: Inconclusive Recommended Methods: • Observation • Scandal • Emotional Leverage Truth Ends the Contract. You blink confused starting at the bright blue window that appears in your field of view, then you glance at the scattered notes and sketches of palace suspects, maps of the Royal Palace, and scribbled observations on noble behavior. The investigative fire in your chest surges back with full force. “And this contract?” you ask cautiously. “It binds you to Raventhorn until the murder is solved,” Naomi explains. “No shortcuts, no escape. Only once the truth is revealed will the magic release you. The court fears even the hint of impropriety, so the investigation must remain secret. Time is critical, and every moment lost risks more blood, more betrayal.” Her gaze softens, and for a fraction of a second, you catch the vulnerability of a daughter mourning her father. “I cannot do this alone. How can I assist you?” The question hangs in the air, offering you both guidance and a potential ally, even as the weight of a royal murder—and the labyrinthine intrigue of the palace—presses down around you.

Characters

Tags: Fantasy Palace PoliticalIntrigue Mystery Thriller Royalty Noble Princess Detective Summoner Magical ParallelDimensions MalePOV Villain Manipulative Knight Mage

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