Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights Chapter 331: It’s Her

Early the next morning, two maids stepped into the room to carry out their routine cleaning, informed that Isolde had already vacated it.

While one maid swept the curtains open, the other marched right to the bed. She bent over, clutched the duvet, and prepared to yank it away when the entire bed crashed down abruptly!

Her eyes bulged wide. ’What on earth did Miss Selyne do to this bed?!’

She gasped silently to herself.

***

Isolde, lounging in a compact sitting room within the mansion, sneezed lightly. She set aside the list outlining details on event attendees, tenderly massaged her nose, then grasped a dainty teacup rising with vapor from the rich brown brew inside.

Sipping her coffee, she shot a look at Godfrey. "You got out of hand."

"In what?" Godfrey blinked from his seat on the neighboring sofa.

Isolde rolled her eyes. "You only held that bed together with telekinesis, you brute."

"Says the woman who wouldn’t let me take a bath in peace this morning." Godfrey shot back. Just then, the butler entered, prompting Isolde to shoot him a fierce glare as a light blush tinged her cheeks.

The butler placed a tray laden with treats, bowed deeply, and departed.

"I don’t think he heard." Godfrey remarked, yet Isolde refused to buy it. She snatched a biscuit and hurled it his way.

Godfrey snatched the biscuit mid-air and popped it into his mouth. "Don’t waste food."

"Get out." She hissed.

Godfrey blinked, clearly set off by those words. "Another hour?"

Isolde flushed deeply.

He rose and circled behind her sofa, placing both hands on her shoulders while leaning in to scan the list she held.

"So... is there anyone we should be worried about tonight?"

"Quite a few." Isolde answered, steadying her composure. "There’s my distant uncle, Michael Pendragon, also known as the Wealthy Dragon. He’s an indispensable part of the family and the wealthiest. Not just in money but dungeon materials. He has connections with guilds, the authorities, renowned freelancers, and we suspect he funds a powerful independent group that works solely for him."

She lifted the list and tapped his name. "Our family is divided into two. I’m amongst the Blacks and he is the unofficial leader of the Whites. It wasn’t really an unhealthy competition. Both sides were always trying to outdo the other to stay on top, but not to the extent of killing ourselves. It made us the best version of ourselves. Unfortunately, my uncle weakened us and now the Whites have the advantage."

Godfrey narrowed his eyes. "So the family is a cohesive force of dragons. Quite different from the dragons of your domain."

"The summons of this family are imitations of dragons, they share lots of similarities, but core traits of the dragon kind are filtered out. We might be prideful, but not to the level of a true dragon. If I can rule them, I may be able to figure out a way to build a cohesive force of dragons. Imagine a nation of dragons all united with one purpose or goal. Together with the Pendragons, it would be the strongest force on earth. And we would be the head."

Isolde gazed at Godfrey.

Earth was expanding. Not only in mana but also in landmass, dungeon counts, fiercer enemies, and alliances forging mightier groups or fresh dominant powers rising. Securing a base on Earth would prove invaluable too, since this was his realm.

Isolde glanced back at the list. "Michael is dangerous, but he’s equally important. I have to keep him. A public strife with him might harm the family’s unity. There are also other important members, but if we have Michael under control, they’ll follow."

Her gaze dropped lower and turned razor-sharp. "This one is something else. Gwen Pendragon, the Blue Menace."

"Sounds like she’s a tough one. Who’s she?" Godfrey arched a brow.

"Her summon is a cannibal. It delights in eating dragons, it’s a summon that has developed a taste for blood. Fortunately she hasn’t eaten the dragon of any Pendragon." Isolde explained gravely.

"She’s the oldest member, the only living member of the first Pendragons. She survived the Great Despair caused by the appearance of mana, she survived Cain’s Blood March that lasted ten years. She saw the Plague that took Russia like a storm. She’s the oldest member of the family and the first head’s direct disciple."

Isolde’s eyes tightened. "I’ve heard a lot about her, but I’ve never seen her. My father has seen her once. She’s coming tonight."

"Sounds like a nightmare." Godfrey commented, and Isolde nodded in agreement. "She is."

"No need to worry. I’ve got your back." He assured her warmly, drawing a smile from her.

***

Hours slipped by, and nightfall arrived at last. A fleet of lavish vehicles rolled into the mansion grounds. Despite the vast courtyard, it brimmed nearly full with automobiles and guests.

Numerous reporters crowded the gates, with only a handful permitted into the courtyard—yet even they were barred from the hall itself.

Michael emerged from a luxurious sedan adorned with a majestic white dragon, its wings outstretched wide, accompanied by his wife Adrienne.

His son Eimeric descended next. Their attention turned to another Pendragon clan: Melania, mother of Geoffrey and his sister Ivy.

The two families exchanged nods before proceeding toward the entrance.

Eimeric gazed at Ivy for a moment, then averted his eyes when she spotted him.

"What do you think?" Adrienne inquired, tilting her head in Eimeric's direction.

Eimeric shrugged. "She’s not bad."

Holding onto her husband, Adrienne chuckled. "Once your father becomes head, we would speak to her parents; your union could bring Blacks and Whites together."

Noticing his son’s expression, Michael reassured him. "If we set aside the differences from two generations who died young due to their era, we Pendragons aren’t truly of one blood. We were simply dragon summoners gathered and granted a shared name."

"Oh."

Adrienne chuckled. "I trust your charm. Don’t make a mistake."

"Don’t you know me? Of course, I won’t." Eimeric replied confidently as they stepped into the hall.

The vast hall shimmered with stunning decorations, round tables everywhere and spiral chandeliers overhead. A pristine white carpet ran from the entrance, leading to twin staircases up to the mezzanine and directly to a grand platform where musicians played relaxing, enchanting melodies that wrapped around every guest upon entry.

Beyond the ambiance, the atmosphere itself felt like strolling on clouds—an ethereal wonder.

This hall opened only for appointing a new head. The banquet filled this section, while the opposite side, shrouded in total darkness for now, awaited the ball.

Lights there would flicker on solely at the crucial moment.

Eimeric took a seat as his parents chatted with other Pendragons thrilled to see them.

Glancing about, he noticed a cluster of boys his age furtively pointing and chattering like excitable kids.

Frowning, Eimeric checked their source of excitement. Up on the mezzanine stood a mesmerizing beauty, her smooth red hair pulled back tightly from her face and neck.

It formed a sleek updo, a perfect chignon.

An off-shoulder black velvet gown clung to her curves.

Golden tear marks and lengthy lashes guided his stare to her draconic eyes, revealing scant emotion.

Eimeric momentarily forgot to breathe. Though maskless, she seemed mysteriously veiled.

No one could appear so extraordinarily flawless.

"What an outstanding piece of art." He gasped.

His parents, returning right then, overheard his words.

"What?" Adrienne gazed at Isolde, her husband joining her.

"Who’s that?" She asked.

"I have no idea." Michael responded.

"I’ll find out." Eimeric rose from his chair and headed directly to the mezzanine, but after passing through crowds to arrive, she was nowhere to be seen.

Her image haunted his thoughts as the event continued. Finally, the appointment hour arrived. The ball consumed most time here, not the brief banquet.

Arthur, attired in an oxblood suit, positioned himself on the platform and clinked a spoon against his wine glass.

"Tonight, before this family, allies, and honoured guests..." He scanned the room. Attendees already eyed Michael, who cleared his throat and fiddled with his tie.

"... I declare my daughter the next head of House Pendragon."

"Daughter?" Adrienne looked puzzled. She wasn’t alone; shock visibly gripped many at Arthur’s declaration.

Wasn’t Michael the designated successor, and hadn’t Arthur’s daughter perished?!

"Selyne Pendragon." Arthur announced. The hall plunged into darkness as spotlights illuminated the young woman gracefully descending from the mezzanine.

"It’s her!" Eimeric’s eyes widened. He watched Isolde approach the platform beneath the stunned stares of dozens of powerful figures.

Michael’s gaze darted about, feeling the weight of many eyes. "Arthur! What are you doing?!" Michael stood up abruptly.

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A/N: My eyes hurt so I’m going to upload just one Chapter today.