Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights - Chapter 223: A Moment With Isolde

Chapter 223: A Moment With Isolde

Time trickled by, like a patient hunter, Godfrey waited, watching the agents linger around for a while.

When they walked away, probably to change shifts or for a small break, his sclera turned black and he leaped off the tree. The problem wasn’t that he was too weak as he knew not even an Origin Tier was enough to keep him away from Isolde, a girl he had revealed his true potential to make his.

But the implications of a battle could spiral into a bitter end. Godfrey landed lightly on the floor since it could handle sound a bit more than a roof.

Then he leaped to the rooftop, making sure he was extra cautious before creeping to Isolde’s window only to see she had turned her chair towards the window.

Their eyes met. She smirked, her arms crossed while shock first flashed past his face before it broke into a soft smile.

Isolde opened the window, and he came in.

“Agents are in every corner you could think of and you came to Pendragon Island, are you—!” Godfrey lifted up her chin and kissed her.

“You’ve grown bold.” She teased only for Godfrey to kiss her again, this time he lifted her off the floor.

Isolde flipped her hair back, her golden-orange eyes lit with a fiery light but in that instant it seemed as if a black knight jumped out of Godfrey’s irises into her face, forcing her head to tilt backward and she faced the ceiling.

Her eyes widened as she saw a knight in a street. Her armour was black and her helmet hid her face but this was the most majestic female knight she had ever laid eyes on.

Her red hair fell like a waterfall. She held a long black spear with two red blades at both ends and pointed a crossbow straight at her.

Before she could even think, the vision flashed out of her eyes and she saw Godfrey looking at her worriedly.

“How many knights do you have?” Isolde asked.

“I just got my seventh one. Is anything wrong?” Godfrey asked, looking at her. He still wrapped his arms around her waist to keep her suspended at his abdomen while her legs went around his back and her arms around his neck for balance.

“I saw something. A black female knight. Your knights are usually golden and crimson in their empowered state so…”

“Black-Out State.”

“What?”

“It’s called Black-Out State. They’re able to access their beast abilities in that state.” Godfrey explained softly as he brought her down.

“Oh?” Isolde blinked before retrieving a picture. This one had white knights with great quantities of red plume that fell down like hair. Their armour was less bulky as these knights were already massive. They had giant bows made from bones, swords and the most stunning sight of all was their tail!

Godfrey sat down on Isolde’s bed. He recognized those men in robes they were protecting. Those were the alchemists.

“They don’t look like the ones I have.”

“Exactly! I thought that maybe they’re among your collection but there hasn’t been a follow up vision after that and just now when we kissed, I saw another knight. With black armour and red hair.” Isolde said with an exasperated sigh.

’Is she jealous?’ Godfrey thought as he closely inspected her face. “What’s with the look?”

“Have you seen this knight? She might as well be a goddess of knights or something…. She has it all.” Isolde whispered the last one under her breath, wishing this knight was one of Cain’s Fanatic summons.

“Sounds intriguing. Let me check.” Godfrey shut his eyes and appeared in his soul space. He really didn’t check for the next door. Solstice chamber was the darkest he had ever seen.

When he got there again, it was the same darkness.

“I need light.” The moment he said that, torches lit up, revealing the hall, though it was still dim. It looked like a cave with rough edges and Solstice throne was built into a rock carved to look like a dragon’s mouth.

The knight general approached him with light strides.

“Where is the next door?”

Solstice turned and led him down a cave-like path. At the end, Godfrey met a petrified door with nothing, just lots of runes. It was like someone mistook the two parts of the door for a book and kept writing words that looked like runes on them.

“Are you the last?” He turned to Solstice.

“I am not.”

“Do you know what’s behind that door then?” Godfrey asked.

Solstice also shook his head. “There was a knight before me. The Alchemists sealed him away for reasons I do not know. He is unspoken of.”

“Then do you know about any knight with white armour and tails?”

“You speak of the Royal Apostles. They were made to be the elites amongst elites. The best of Golden Order Knights, beyond the authority of us ranking knights. In a way, they were guardians and executors. Pathan was a world, knights were part of a people, there are bound to be those who break the oath.” Solstice explained with a calm tone.

“What about a black knight with red hair? A female knight. Do you know her?”

Solstice shook his head. “No such knight exists.”

Godfrey frowned. “Then do you know Lysander?”

Solstice tilted his head. Godfrey’s eyes widened as it dawned on him. Of course Isolde saw the future, she might have seen a knight he would create, just like Lysander but black armour?

That was quite odd.

Godfrey’s eyes opened in the real world and he saw Isolde with a grim expression.

“What did you find out?” She asked.

“The white knights are called Royal Apostles but there’s nothing about the female black one.” He stated.

Isolde lifted up a painting. Vagabond was boldly written below and though it was just paint used to make up images, Godfrey could clearly tell that was him and eight different knights.

His stronger knights from Lament were quite faint as if fading into the darkness. Their golden colours were the only thing that made them eye-catching in this painted world of darkness. He could barely make out Solstice properly and there was another one behind him.

He only saw the faint golden outline and a little detail he caught. The red plume. There had to be something about this red.

“Look.” Isolde pointed her finger at a knight. It was Lysander. “My entrance into your life, our relationship should have altered a lot but somehow Lysander existed in the future I saw and this one, meaning with me or without me you would have created Lysander as your sixth knight.”

“So you’re saying if I eventually create this black knight as my eight or ninth…”

Isolde completed what he started. “…The future has changed. Completely. As much as I don’t want to admit it, the future has changed and it might be my fault.”

“Isolde…”

“I was so obsessed that I couldn’t stay out of your life. I thought little changes wouldn’t mean much but a change in the number or order of your knights is the entire thing crumbling. It’s like I shattered your future.” Her voice cracked.

“And what exactly was in that future that was so great? I have you, I have my mother and if the authorities want a fight we can face them.”

He rose to his feet.

“You don’t understand. I’ve always known your next step. At least the ones directly relevant to your future. Saving your mother, knowing me, it’s too much.”

“Leave the future Isolde. Focus on the present. Besides, my mother died in whatever world you saw.”

“You might die in this one!”

“I won’t.” Godfrey said softly as he held her hand and drew her into his embrace. “I won’t. None of us would.”

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“Is it me or is Miss Isolde conversing with someone?” A maid walking past the room paused, looking at the door suspiciously before deciding to knock.