Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights Chapter 348: You Are All Guilty

Their gazes locked, and Miquella’s expression twisted into a hideous mask of terror and malice.

"You devil!" Miquella’s scream sliced through the atmosphere.

Godfrey’s gaze sharpened. He surely didn’t appreciate the label of devil from someone whose life he had spared.

She hastily released her summoning call. "Guilty!" Multiple voices echoed within it, like a unified choir. This wasn’t the judge Godfrey had encountered initially. This was a corrupted form.

"I command the air around you to cease to exist." It proclaimed.

Godfrey glanced at the nearby old man. Gritting his teeth, he teleported forward and seized Miquella’s throat.

She gagged, forcing her summon to retract the verdict—though it hardly impacted Godfrey in any case—yet Miquella acted like a savage creature able to glimpse the real truth, even as a judge.

She cackled. "Do you know how many summons I have devoured? I’m literally a god, a god!"

Distortions warped the space surrounding them as she declared it, with Miquella perched upon her tribunal seat as judge.

"Miquella..." A profound voice boomed, shattering everything while her judge bled from every opening.

Miquella seized Godfrey’s hand, fighting to break free as reality snapped back, only to find herself hoisted off the ground by Godfrey.

She peered into his Black-Out eyes, a sudden icy shiver racing down her back. Her breathing grew rapid as air grew scarce.

"I warned you last time. I cannot be judged, not by the likes of you. You’ve repeated the same mistake twice, and you’re of no use to humanity now."

His arm donned a gauntlet as he squeezed harder.

Miquella gripped his hand desperately, failing in her efforts. Her eyes quivered.

It couldn’t be.

She had consumed countless people, violated the law. She was destined to judge gods, becoming a supreme being revered across the entire earth in this era.

"Mom."

That word halted Godfrey in his tracks.

He turned his head gradually and spotted Sarah. She stood on the veranda, face etched with fear, Mountain positioned behind her.

They had emerged just moments ago.

Miquella... was Sarah’s mother!

Godfrey released Miquella, who dashed to her daughter. She hugged Sarah fiercely, then cradled her face in her hands.

"Who did it? What happened?"

"This knight saved me." Sarah replied, shooting a glare at Godfrey.

He could tell she despised him already, but that didn’t bother him. Godfrey wouldn’t hold it against her. He’d hate anyone who throttled his own mother too.

His stay here had ended. Time to depart.

"Mountain."

Sarah’s eyes bulged as Mountain stepped away from her toward Godfrey, while Miquella pulled her inside the orphanage.

Once she vanished from view, Godfrey turned to the old man.

"Is that woman really Sarah’s mother? You would have watched me kill her."

The old man paused in silence briefly.

"She did give birth to the little girl herself. But that woman has changed since she came here a month ago. I was at war with myself when I saw you strangling her. A part of me wanted it, a part of me didn’t. It’s probably for the best that her daughter came out. I might have regretted that decision."

"I see."

The old man gave him a nod and stepped into the orphanage.

He moved with unusual speed, as if determined to keep Miquella in sight.

This no longer concerned Godfrey.

"Are you okay?" He inquired of Mountain, who nodded while eyeing his summoner slip a hand into his pocket.

They took three steps together, and Godfrey spoke again. Mountain seemed to anticipate it, noting Godfrey hadn’t recalled him to the castle yet.

"It can’t be that you like her more than me, right?" Godfrey asked abruptly.

"Is it because I sent you to fight after summoning you for the first time? I was in a tight spot. If not, we would have had better bonding time. I know I always summoned you to fight, but the world hasn’t been safe."

Godfrey offered a gentle smile as he explained warmly, while Mountain merely shook his head repeatedly.

By now, Godfrey couldn’t tell if Mountain denied it or felt shy about his blatant jealousy.

Sighing, Godfrey recalled Mountain and prepared to teleport when a piercing shout reached his ears.

"What have you done!"

It came from the old man, laced with agony.

Godfrey had no moment to ponder what provoked such a howl from the elder before the wall collapsed, flinging the old man outward.

Godfrey could scarcely trust his vision.

His gaze fixed on the structure, where Miquella stood, her summon radiating an aura rivaling Titled gods, while Sarah, her own daughter, lay motionless on the floor.

Rage welled up, moistening his eyes.

To what depths of savagery had this woman sunk?

How could any mother, of all beings, inflict this upon the very child she had borne?!

He had believed her earlier ferocity came from shielding her daughter, and that's why he spared her.

Godfrey figured that wild protectiveness mirrored a mother's love, just like the affection his own mother gave him.

Oh, how much of a fool he truly was.

Not every mother acts the same. Some bring forth life and nurture it with pure affection. Others birth children only to raise them for their own gain.

Miquella’s judge thundered with resounding voices.

"You are all guilty!"

Reality twisted around him, forcing Godfrey down onto his knees atop a colossal platform.

A stone executioner loomed behind him, gripping a razor-sharp axe.

He wasn't alone there. Every child from the orphanage had been lined up on the execution block too.

The bloodied old man lay right next to him.

Miquella panicked seeing her daughter’s summon unleash its power once, fearing it would run out before she returned, which drove her to swallow the Resurrection Plant.

Now, as a Titled god able to judge foes two tiers above her, who could possibly halt her!

Her decree, her ruling... stood utterly unassailable.