Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights Chapter 334: Deeper Mystery

Godfrey encountered Gwen on the staircase. She flashed a smile at him as he arched an eyebrow.

He climbed up to the mezzanine and drew near Isolde. Trouble clouded her face, and she stared at him oddly, like an inner conflict raged within her—one tied directly to him.

"What did she say about me?" Godfrey glanced at Gwen then back to Isolde, who reached out her hand to touch his chest.

She breathed out. "Gwen said you’re not real. That—!"

"In a way, I’m not."

Godfrey’s words caused Isolde’s eyes to widen in shock. "What? What do you mean by you’re not real?!"

Godfrey rested against the railing, swirling the wine inside his glass. "Iso... this man is the unknown king of the Pathan people. I’m not supposed to exist since I wasn’t real in the first place."

Isolde’s irises quivered. The truth hit her at last. Gwen had shared a hidden truth about Cain. He mirrored Godfrey exactly—a creation of belief turned real!

"She said Cain isn’t real just like you," Isolde blurted quickly.

Godfrey straightened up. "What? She said Cain is like me. A belief of another race? But you said he has just one strange summon. That doesn’t make any sense. I don’t even know what to say or think."

"Let’s find her."

Isolde’s idea earned his agreement, yet their hunt through the hall turned up no sign of Gwen. Godfrey bolted outside and caught sight of her slipping into a black vehicle.

He raced over and grabbed the door right before she shut it.

Gwen lifted an eyebrow.

"We need to talk?" Godfrey declared, gazing straight into her eyes. Something in this woman’s look disturbed him deeply. It felt like she yearned to possess him.

That raw desire burned openly in her eyes, with no attempt to mask it.

"Hop in then," Gwen smirked.

Godfrey’s gaze sharpened. "It’s best if you come inside."

"I’ve stayed here too long. I’ve got other things to do...."

"Then what do you mean by Cain isn’t real?" Godfrey cut in, realizing the talk was stalling.

"You said he’s just like me," he pressed.

"Just like you? I never said that. All I know is that he existed before the apocalypse but... not as a human. That’s all I know."

"Where did you get that information from? Who told you, and what was he? He’s a summoner. Only earth humans can be Summoners," Godfrey demanded in a rush.

"Slow down, boy. I never said he’s not human, and I never said he’s not from earth," Gwen shot back.

"That’s all. Now let go of my door."

Godfrey slammed the door shut and watched the car speed away. Confusion gripped him harder than before. Why wouldn’t she just explain clearly? Who had fed her that knowledge?

Or was it all deception?

Any notion of her as a clone vanished, given her existence predated mana’s rise.

He embodied the Pathan belief more each day, but if Gwen held any truth, Cain wielded his powers from the beginning.

Factor in belief, and conventional ideas crumbled. They never fit him anyway.

At that moment, Isolde tracked him down. "Did you see her?"

"I did."

"Then what did she say?"

"I honestly can’t make much sense of it. But I don’t think she’s lying. She isn’t telling us the complete truth either. Cain is even more of a mystery right now," Godfrey responded.

***

In the days that followed, Pendragons departed one by one until only Arthur and Christine remained. They soon left too, as a Seven Heads member, he claimed a villa.

Beyond that, structures dotted their holdings worldwide, and after decades, family duties no longer chained them.

Freedom wasn’t total—they’d manage global issues—but at least family weight lifted from their backs.

Godfrey and Isolde claimed the sprawling mansion for themselves alone.

Isolde sighed with relief, sealing the mansion’s main door.

’Finally. It’s been hectic dealing with all these people trying to make sure their quota in dungeons hasn’t been changed. I barely had any reasonable personal time with Frey.’

Before she spun around, strong arms encircled her waist, and Godfrey planted a kiss atop her head.

"We’re finally alone." His deep, husky tone sent shivers racing through her.

Fingers trailed over the intricate, segmented necklace spanning her graceful neck.

"The butler!" Isolde gasped, though Godfrey only chuckled. "He knows not to get near."

***

The following days burned with passion for them both. Godfrey had never fully delved into this mesmerizing mother of dragons, and once he did, halting proved impossible.

The mansion turned into total chaos from their romps in every corner and moment they could seize.

Isolde managed no decent cooking, but the kitchen still fell victim. The butler wisely took vacation from day one.

It might just as well count as their true honeymoon, with Godfrey sealing the Elf dungeon after only seven days instead of the planned year or two. Over these two weeks, Isolde savored her lover bathing her, him feeding her, and countless other delights.

They quarreled at times too, and she had her fits of temper, yet all such moments concluded in bed or any place where they passionately embraced.

For this husband and wife pair, these days marked the finest chapter of their lives—secluded indoors, distant from the world's chaos, enveloped in the tender heat of their love.

Though fate had a brutal path awaiting them, it couldn't taint this cherished interlude. The memory would be permanently carved into their hearts.

One morning, Isolde stirred awake and spotted Godfrey near the window. The outside world remained shrouded in darkness, yet sunlight bathed this dungeon.

He lounged against the window sill, absorbing the sun's glow, arms folded as he stared at her.

She had only just opened her eyes to find him there. No one could tell how long he'd been gazing. Isolde fluttered her lashes while Godfrey approached and planted a kiss on her forehead.

"Seriously, how do you look this stunning? I thought I would have my fill by now, but that might not be possible."

His words sent a shiver racing through Isolde.

"Jump on me and I’ll bite you," she shot back, glaring at him.

Her retort brought back the memory for Godfrey of when Isolde was so overcome with ecstasy that flames erupted from her mouth. He'd nearly lost all restraint.

That recollection steadied him once more.