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Thea Ilaria Maven, 20, in her entire life never knew that she had the power of a summoner. 
Since capturing many oddities in the entire history books about the land of Alras 1122 years ago, when the Xaera Kingdom fell into the hands of barbarians and hunters, Thea has a very high obsession with the fact that everyone may hide about the war referred to as the Battle of Blind Justice. 

Also, a painting that turns out to have magical powers is predicted to be the place of the alpha's soul; the prince who lost the war was trapped. 

That day when she visited the art gallery and found a painting that had intrigued her so long ago, she managed to summon the Alpha who was in the painting.

The Alpha is a cursed crown prince. He suffered defeat in his war, 1122 years ago. In the painting, each object slowly disappears, the barbarians and the hunters who are the opponents of the Alpha.

After returning to the world was completely changed. Unlike the world that The Alpha occupied at that time, he was faced with various kinds of problems. One of them, even if he doesn't like it, must kill Thea; the girl who broke the curse that shackled him thousands of years ago.

They thought the war was over. But, unfortunately, it is not completely over yet. The barbarians who were enemies of the Alpha, one by one out of the painting and appeared in front of the Alpha.

The barbarians again came to continue the war that was not over yet. They even continued to persist in the war. 

With Thea by his side, The Alpha dared to continue to fight the barbarians. They have to clean up the mess. The world today is not safe for the whole people of the land of Alras.

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The Summoner: Break The Alpha Curse

"They're coming!" A bass sound wafted out, filling the silence in one of the slums on an otherwise calm afternoon.

The stocky man patted the grown men one by one, asking them to get ready, for the barbarians and hunters had come to finish them off just like their deceased comrades had experienced.

"I found a cellar around here!" Shouted the red-haired man guarding the wooden gate —peeking at the movements of the barbarians and hunters from between the rigid arrays.

"Bring the children and the elderly to shelter there!" shouted the red-haired man again at another man standing vigilance behind his back.

Immediately after receiving the order, the three people standing behind the red-haired man's backscattered —looking for and bringing the elderly parents and children to where the red-haired man was referring.

"What's going on? Why should we hide?" asked a grandmother. Her wrinkled body trembled with worry.

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