Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights - Chapter 267: Dear Uncle

Chapter 267: Dear Uncle

While her mother hurriedly called for healers, Isolde went to the garden, her arms trembling as she slowly lowered it and caressed Shireen’s fur.

Pain and anger mixed in her heart as Shireen whimpered and roared softly. From day one, Shireen had been there; it was like a second mother to her. And now a pool of blood had formed beneath her, as it seeped from the wound at the neck.

As powerful as Isolde was, she wasn’t a healer. Her dragons had all sorts of abilities but they were all aimed towards destruction. Few of them had skills that allowed them to self-heal but healing others was a skill none had.

Christine rushed out, gently holding Shireen’s head with tear-filled eyes. Her summon was dying.

“She won’t last much longer. I’ll send you to the hospital,” Isolde said firmly. Knowing their weakness, the family had established a hospital with adept healing summoners.

Christine retrieved Shireen and was consumed by a violet orb, reappearing right in the hospital.

Isolde remained in the garden. As much as she wanted to be there, no one could know she was alive. It would be hard to hide her identity in a place filled with people who were used to seeing her and quite a good number of her family members would be there too.

She paced around the garden for a while before heading back inside. As she cleaned up the shattered glass on the floor, her mother’s ringing phone made her ears prickle.

’She left her phone,’ Isolde muttered inwardly, a bit curious why Melania, her distant aunt, was calling so relentlessly.

This was the seventh missed call. She must have been calling when they were outside with Shireen.

The ringing stopped right as she wanted to pick up the phone. A moment later, while Isolde pondered if she should call back, a text message popped up.

[My son is dead.]

Isolde’s eyes emptied as she went still. Geoffrey was dead? Geoffrey!

Geoffrey had always been on her side despite their little differences, both he and his younger sister Ivy were the closest cousins she had.

She could remember his worried face back when they were younger and the doctors would attend to her after her ’nightmares’.

He used to mock and make a buffoon of Godfrey in order to make her overcome her fear.

He was the first to call her the Pendragon Heiress.

“… Geoffrey.” She took deep breaths to control herself. She desperately wanted to wake up from this nightmare and hear her husband’s comforting words.

She desperately wanted to hug someone but that person wasn’t here. Isolde couldn’t bring herself to call Melania as her gut feeling told her Geoffrey’s death was linked to Shireen’s near-death state.

***

Two hours later, Arthur in a coat stood in a part of the forest in the depths of the dungeon. About three football-fields’ worth of space had been razed down. The once green land was now filled with ashes and some stumps that were burned beyond saving.

In the heart of it all was the corpse of a badly charred dragon. Not far from it was a great depression, it was the place Shireen fell.

Dozens of Dragon Officers occupied the place. While they did their investigation, Arthur simply stared at the dragon corpse.

He got the news thirty minutes ago and had to come here.

The captain of the officers approached Arthur, revealing his solemn face as he removed his mask.

“This was the attack of a wild dragon, Master Arthur. Probably a demon-corrupted one that has emerged. There are demon-corrupted creatures with tiers higher than the norm appearing in lots of dungeons lately, this looks like a case of one.”

“From the bite marks on your wife’s dragon and other estimates, the wild dragon that attacked them might be the biggest we’ve ever seen apart from yours,” the captain added with a somber tone.

“So we might be dealing with a powerful Origin Tier creature,” Arthur looked at him from the corner of his eyes.

The captain nodded, unable to believe how Arthur was still so calm. His wife was a step from becoming a cripple or worse, ending up like Geoffrey Pendragon who died because his summon was killed.

Had it been him, he would have been screaming at every officer within his sight.

“I suggest dragons are prohibited from hunting until we find and kill this beast…” The captain couldn’t finish as a red dragon, about a hundred feet long appeared in the sky above them, its wings, bigger than a ship’s sails.

It cast a huge shadow over everyone. They looked up, the wyverns of some Dragon officers roared fiercely at the dragon but it swooped down nonetheless, resulting in a landing that raised a great amount of dust.

The red dragon lowered its body and laid its head on the ground, revealing a golden armoured knight who descended from her mount.

’This is a magnificent knight… and the aura she carries is overwhelming,’ the captain thought as Isolde went straight to the corpse.

The dragon officers subconsciously went out of her way. They were supposed to block this stranger, even if it was one of the late heiress husband’s summons but none of them dared to look twice into the eyes of this female knight.

She outclassed them. This being was a seven seven-foot-tall majestic queen. The way she moved spoke of her sovereignty.

Isolde squatted, her cloak resting on the ash-covered ground as she placed her gauntleted hand featuring lethal claws on the dragon carcass.

White mist in the form of the dragon formed a faint outline over the carcass. Isolde’s eyes pulsed and she saw what the dragon saw as it fell to its death.

A white dragon with red bone spikes and stripes. It was bigger, bigger than most dragons. From what she could perceive from this dead dragon, the attacking dragon was a wild dragon.

Dragons were sensitive to mana but there was no connection with a summoner when it came to this dragon.

That would have been true…But!

Nyx’s large compound eyes appeared behind Isolde but no one could see it since this was Nyx using her ability through Isolde but she was still in the mother of dragons soul-domain.

’She won’t survive the next attack.’ Isolde saw James sitting on the balcony of a grand mansion with the head of Ouroboros and the Bane family.

This hadn’t happened yet but it already told her who instigated this and where they would be.

“Dear uncle,” Isolde whispered with a voice as cold as glacial steel.