Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights Chapter 335: Servant Of The Dragon King

Isolde gazed out the window. "We’re nearly halfway into the second month, yet the evolution keeps going strong." She straightened up from her position.

Godfrey perched on the edge of the bed. "It could drag on for several more months. I’ve consulted the Alchemist, and they mentioned that additional Progenitors and Titled gods will emerge, though nobody can surpass the Titled god Tier no matter their potential until the Ruination Stage concludes."

Isolde narrowed her gaze. "And the Favoured?"

"They face no restrictions, unlike us or the Fortunate. They keep advancing even if the world crumbles and falls apart, but Cain wouldn’t desire that outcome. He aims to dominate the earth, so he’ll prevent this world’s collapse. For now, that’s a shared goal between us," Godfrey answered, his face etched with seriousness.

"So he’s not our main worry?" she inquired.

"I’m not certain. He won’t attempt to kill me—that much I know—and he won’t strike either. The world throws plenty of trials my way right now. He desires my growth, just as the world pushes us to evolve. I suspect he’ll stay silent for the time being."

He let out a sigh.

"We must concentrate on those gaining power. Some may target me now, believing themselves mighty. Dungeons pose our biggest threat. The Ruination-marked ones will arrive shortly. The Alchemist warned me clearing them won’t be simple—Earth could suffer millions, even billions of losses if we slip up, and failure looms as a real possibility."

"We won’t." Isolde grasped his hand tightly.

"Countless worlds have endured this trial, Isolde. Merely ten prevailed. Our failure wouldn’t shock anyone," Godfrey murmured gently.

"Then we won’t fail. I trust you won’t, and this marks only the start. Worlds have ascended ages ago, beyond reckoning. Even as the tenth generation, who can predict the mana tree’s next gift? This is merely the dawn—we press onward without pause," Isolde declared resolutely.

"Those visions of yours. Can you still peer into the future?"

Isolde’s eyebrows knitted together as she shook her head. "Nyx struggles to glimpse much amid the world’s swift progression. Perhaps once she hatches from her egg, things will shift."

"That’s fine." Godfrey rested his head in her lap, gazing up at her features. "We’ll manage with our current resources. Just you and me. That suffices."

He murmured softly.

Isolde stroked his cheek tenderly. Her Frey had matured. Or rather, been compelled to mature, much like herself.

Suddenly, a knock echoed at the door.

"Rick. What’s the matter?" Isolde called out.

"There’s a spar scheduled today, Lady Selyne. I figured your hectic schedule over the last two weeks might have caused you to overlook it."

Rick the butler’s voice prompted a soft gasp from Isolde. One day each month was set aside for training sessions. Typically, her family faced off against Rick. Only her father held his own in hand-to-hand combat.

With weapons involved, defeat claimed them all.

"I shall spar with the Pendragon consort, Master Godfrey," Rick announced clearly.

"Why does it seem that butler has it out for me?"

Isolde let out a light laugh. "Perhaps he disapproves of your actions toward his leader. Want to remind him who rules here?" she whispered playfully.

Godfrey gave a casual shrug. "No point. I could use some stretching anyway."

"Do you like being dubbed a consort?"

"Labels don’t define reality," Godfrey shot back as Isolde giggled with naughty delight.

"What?" he questioned.

"Nothing~" she responded.

Godfrey narrowed his eyes. "What naughty thoughts are brewing in that filthy mind of yours?"

"Ahem!" Rick’s voice yanked their focus back to the figure outside. "First things first, it’s morning. Shall I serve breakfast in bed or in the dining room?"

"The dining room. We’ll join shortly."

Rick inclined his head and departed.

***

Moments later, they took seats at the dining table. Isolde occupied one end, Godfrey the opposite. A vast spread of dishes was arranged across the table, flanked by a line of maids and the head chef.

Their role involved presenting the meals. Any dish they desired would appear promptly.

Isolde knew this routine well, but Godfrey viewed the excess as extravagant waste. They couldn’t possibly consume it all.

"Why must I sit so far from my husband?" Isolde questioned. Shock rippled through the staff. T...That was the traditional seating for heads of the house. Dread washed over them under Isolde’s serene yet soul-piercing stare.

They sensed it clearly... this young lady transcended humanity. Accustomed to attending humans, they now served not merely a dragon, but the progenitor of dragons.

And her aura rivaled Christine Pendragon’s terror, perhaps surpassing it.

"It’s the custom, Lady Selyne," Rick stated after the heavy silence.

"Leave." She commanded, stood from her chair, pulled it directly beside Godfrey’s right, and settled into it.

Just two chairs sat at this expansive white dining table. The maids and cook stared in shock as she flashed a cute smile.

"What do you want?" Godfrey inquired. Isolde's eyes sparkled brightly, and she started pointing to her choices.

Fortune favored them, as the items sat close by, letting him reach over to place them on her plate.

"About Rick. Your father told me he’s a summon."

Isolde nodded. "He served as the personal attendant to the dragon king, one of the mightiest dragons from ancient times. It surpasses bonds of fathers and mothers, but only beings like us can evolve into such forms. His power is gradually returning as Earth grows stronger."

Isolde gazed at him. "He stands as the Pendragon family's guardian and remains one of the world's strongest entities forever, yet he's bound to defend only the mansion."

"I see." Godfrey's eyes glinted. ’One of Earth’s mightiest is merely a butler, devoid of ambition save serving the Pendragon heads. Excessively passive, akin to a whetstone sharpening the Pendragons.’

"I believe he guards the mansion eternally because his ancient duty involved safeguarding the dragon king’s treasures within his cave. He never shielded the dragon king personally; instead, he repelled thieves and raiders when the king was away, or more often, kept them from disturbing the dragon king’s slumber. That nature persists unchanged."

"I can see why you’re so good with the spear. You learned from an ancient being," Godfrey replied.

Isolde smiled gently. "I can make a request of him, though. Just once in a lifetime. If he agrees, he can act outside the mansion."

"Sounds like something to do when your life is in serious danger." Godfrey responded as Rick approached them.

"You have guests. Friends of the late miss."