Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights Chapter 332: Sorry I’m Late

"Appointing the next head who is qualified to lead this family," Arthur responded with steady composure.

Michael summoned every ounce of self-control to keep from smashing his table. "You adopted a stranger simply to keep power within your family? That's so uncharacteristic of you, Arthur. I'm truly disappointed."

Michael straightened his posture. "We reject this."

"Who's 'we'?" Isolde arched an eyebrow. "Uncle, please take a seat. Don't spoil my special day," she said.

Michael's eyes bulged in shock. "What do—!" Abruptly, a powerful force slammed down on him. This was Will Freeze, the ability unlocked at Titled god Tier. It invaded the mind, locking the body in paralyzing terror.

Michael attempted to retreat a step but found himself frozen. He teetered on the edge of collapse, clutching his table as wine glasses toppled and spilled everywhere. The entire assembly watched him stagger under the command of this young woman!

'Titled god Tier.' Michael's eyes stretched wide as possible. In that instant, Isolde unleashed Dragon Eyes, a crushing skill capable of slaying with a single stare.

The cause lay in the overwhelming terror that detonated inside the victim. This was a dragon's enhanced form of Will Freeze, boasting power many times greater than the ordinary Titled god skill.

"Dad?" Eimeric stared in disbelief while his father gripped his chest, yet right before tumbling down, the pressure suddenly lifted.

A heavy silence enveloped the hall. The Pendragons reeled from this girl's brazen display and formidable might.

Isolde openly revealed her aura, ensuring nobody suspected her father's involvement instead of her own.

"You've brought a mother of dragons, the pinnacle among our race, to lead us. Impressive choice." Gwen's voice resounded through the air.

All eyes shifted to the blue-haired, two-horned woman who stepped forward from the throng, her hands clapping.

Gwen positioned herself in front of Isolde and grinned. "I find no grounds for objection."

"The extraordinary mother of dragons..." Michael declared, regaining his poise as he ascended the platform to stand next to Gwen.

"A Summoner poised to ascend as a GodQueen. An entity offering dragons rebirth." He clasped her hand and planted a light kiss upon it.

"I had no clue," Michael continued, his gaze landing on her rings.

Isolde offered a smile, yet inwardly she coolly evaluated the circumstances. Clearly, Michael had stepped up due to Gwen's endorsement—and because he perceived her value.

'A being that gives dragons a second chance at life?'

This essentially assured the clan of revival security. Indeed, she possessed that capability in ideal conditions, but right now, Michael sought to reduce her to a mere utility rather than a revered leader.

Her outward smile intensified as a lethal glint flashed in her eyes within. She could navigate this; publicly, acceptance was hers.

One puzzle remained unsolved: Gwen's motive for supporting her. Was it genuine admiration for the mother of dragons?

"GodQueen. Is that some kind of tier?" Certain Pendragons murmured among themselves.

"It sounds like an incredibly mighty tier. Never dreamed someone so youthful could outshine even Isolde in talent." Ivy exclaimed breathlessly.

"Can we finally start the dancing? It's been ages—a whole decade—since I last danced." Gwen grinned slyly while lights blazed to life, flooding the far side of the vast hall.

It was a masquerade ball, explaining the masks adorning nearly every face—except for the newly appointed head, destined to launch the dance with her chosen partner.

Offering no respite to Isolde, Michael hurled a query her way. "Where's your partner?"

'Is he from inside the family, or perhaps a heavyweight from an elite guild? Another clan's elite? Who might it be? How deeply has Arthur schemed?!' Michael pondered, brows knitting tightly.

"Selyne, your partner has arrived, right?" Gwen inquired, spotting Isolde's scanning glances.

'A phony setup where her date bailed? Excellent. This plays right into my hands.'

"If he's not here, why not let my son step in?" Michael signaled Eimeric, who hurried forward promptly.

'Godfrey, what's gotten into you today?' Isolde gritted her teeth. The music swelled anew, demanding she lead the dance floor first.

Godfrey had been with her upstairs moments ago. Where on earth had he vanished to?

"Lady Selyne... may we?" Eimeric extended his hand.

"Sorry I'm late." Godfrey's voice boomed out, compelling every gaze toward the mezzanine figure. There emerged a golden-haired man wearing a silver mask, stepping from beneath the cloak of a towering golden knight.

An entrance featuring Ballista was utterly essential... absolutely.

He wore a tuxedo.

‘Known as the Golden Knight Summoner, he’s a figure famed for summoning more than twenty thousand Golden Knights, among the pioneers the Giant Bow Knight. Godfrey Daniels, eighteen years of age, publicly acclaimed as the mightiest powerhouse of the Age of Origins. Both a danger and an ally.’

Eimeric remembered the details he’d picked up online.

There stood the man, bearing the despised label of Golden Fanatic yet honored as the supreme force in the Age of Origins.

Eimeric narrowed his eyes. He wasn’t alone in his shock.

"What are you doing with scum like that?" Eimeric directed at Selyne. She’d obviously spent time with him lately. Publicly recognized as Isolde’s partner, no lady of Selyne’s stature would ever settle for someone of his kind.

"Watch your mouth." Godfrey warned as he strode past, slipping his arm around Isolde’s waist and displaying his ring to everyone watching.

"As you can see, I’m no longer a widower."

Eimeric’s eyes bulged wide.

‘Chatter. That’s all these people do.’ Godfrey scowled to himself.

He turned to Isolde. "Shall we?"

She shot him a glare.

"My parents summoned me," Godfrey whispered to her while they headed to the dance floor.

"Try not to fall this time," she said.

"Don’t let me."

As they waltzed across the floor, more Pendragons joined in. Godfrey struggled somewhat, but his prior practice sessions combined with Isolde’s assistance helped him stay in rhythm.

"Where do you think she came from?" Adrienne questioned her husband while they danced nearby Godfrey and Isolde.

"She’s probably a normal human who got lucky and became a Summoner with one of the most powerful potentials in this new age," Micheal replied. "It’s the dawn of gods, someone like her isn’t surprising."

"And Arthur allowed her to be with his dead daughter’s partner?" Michael’s wife frowned.