Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights Chapter 376 What Made You Love Me

Isolde rested her head on his chest, arms crossed. She fluttered her long, captivating eyelashes. "I could never deem my king foolish. He's my baby, after all."

She murmured sweetly, then leaned in slightly.

Godfrey cleared his throat multiple times. Their lips were perilously close… too close for any semblance of self-control to remain effective.

"Are you alright?" she inquired.

"Just a slight headache. Otherwise, I'm perfectly fine," Godfrey responded.

"Oh… alright," she replied. 'He's transforming into something else entirely. It couldn't have been more than five hours since he lost consciousness. I had intended to inform him that my dragons had hatched and my tier had advanced to 38.1, but I sense he has transcended such matters. I never envisioned that I would be the one pursuing someone. It's strangely enjoyable.'

Isolde nibbled her lower lip. 'He even derives benefits when I attain greater strength. Tsk!' She turned her gaze away.

"What is it?" Godfrey asked as the silence between them stretched beyond the ordinary.

"Nothing," she answered.

"How did the meeting conclude? Were you impacted when my mana levels dropped?"

Isolde offered a gentle smile and replied, "I wasn't in a critical position, and the meeting concluded without issue. How was the raid?" she asked, attempting to rise. However, Godfrey tightened his hold, causing her to lean back against his chest, and their lips met.

It was merely a brush of lips, yet Godfrey's entire being seemed to ignite. His heart pounded furiously as he swallowed, his hand caressing her back.

Isolde lowered her head, and just as their lips were about to touch again, the door swung open, revealing Rick's entrance.

Both quickly sat upright as the butler fumbled a tray bearing two cups of tea. Godfrey shot him a glare that unmistakably conveyed, 'I will remember this moment.'

Yet, Rick remained unfazed. He activated the television and departed. Once those two became engrossed, especially after their recent separation, he might need to grant all the maids and butlers another leave of absence. It was already late; they wouldn't be sleeping outdoors, so for the greater good, he took the necessary action.

Godfrey and Isolde reached for their respective cups simultaneously.

Suddenly, a vision Damascus had shown him flashed in his mind, superimposed over Isolde's sketches.

He glanced at the tea, held it briefly, and then sighed. "I'm genuinely glad you've returned, Isolde. I have just one question for you."

She regarded him with rapt attention, remaining silent. His mood shifted quite abruptly, however.

"What was it that made you fall in love with me?" Godfrey posed the question. As much as he yearned to kiss her, Godfrey desired this connection to endure; he wished for this relationship to last, and…

Considering all that had transpired and what was yet to unfold, he wanted to ensure that the very essence of her love for him would never be lost.

He would soon encounter his mother. He would soon confront the Ruination, and much more, far more, would occur on this journey.

Therefore…

He couldn't even pinpoint the origin of this question. It simply surfaced from his heart, and his heightened emotions crumbled like a house of cards. This was one of those thoughts that arbitrarily emerged, and you wished you had never entertained them.

Because all they ultimately brought forth was… uncertainty. Isolde was quiet for a moment. "Your innocence…" The image of the Godfrey she had perceived in her visions flickered in her mind's eye—the older, colder version and the younger, innocent one.

"The manner in which your bright blue eyes sparkle when you are joyful or become steely when you are angered. Your smile, your laughter; they illuminate my world like a cascade of fireworks."

She looked directly at him. "We encounter an abundance of cold, wicked individuals in this world. You stood apart because you were different, stubbornly so. Had my circumstances been otherwise, I would have found you irritating, but I was in a situation where I recognized the immense value of kindness."

Godfrey lowered his head. 'I should not have inquired.'

He was none of those things anymore. Not anymore. He had witnessed far too much to retain his innocence.

"I am aware that you are undergoing changes, Godfrey…" Isolde's voice resonated. "But that sunny Frey still resides within, safeguarded in your heart, and at this very moment…"

A radiant smile bloomed on Isolde's face as she gazed deeply into Godfrey's blue eyes.

"I am looking at him."

Godfrey's eyes slowly widened.

"This…" she gestured towards one of the rings. "…is an eternity band. We are inextricably bound, body and soul, and this bond is irreversible." Isolde let go of the tea, stood, and gently pressed his head against her abdomen, her fingers softly threading through his hair.

"I am uncertain what transpired during my absence, but you cannot afford to lose me, nor can I permit you to be lost to this cruel world. Allow me to be the cruel one; I am capable of handling it," she added.

Godfrey let out a soft laugh. "We should venture somewhere tomorrow."

Isolde raised an eyebrow.

"Where precisely?"

***

"You've arrived," Old Man Adam crackled, his gaze meeting Godfrey and Isolde as they entered. He and the female staff member beside him paused their activities to observe the couple's entrance.

08:25

"I had assumed you would flee."

"I gave my word," Godfrey responded simply.

The old man's eyes shifted to Isolde."She is the one footing the bill?"

"Certainly not. I actually earned money and was compensated," Godfrey stated with evident pride. Isolde couldn't help but chuckle internally.

"I find it hard to believe a young man who parades his wife to manage his financial troubles would actually compel himself to work," Old Man Adam grumbled, his brow furrowed.

Both Isolde and the female staff member struggled to conceal their amusement.

Godfrey strode forward to the old man, bending slightly towards him.

"I declared I worked. I completed a purple gate dungeon near the 59th Street Bridge," Godfrey asserted firmly, locking eyes with the old man.

"I am aware," the old man replied with a smile. Promptly, the female staff member hurried off to retrieve the children. In less than a minute, a torrent of small children erupted into the space.

"Godfrey!"

"Godfrey!!"

"Godfrey!!! Where is Dirse? Is it Dirge? Yes, Dirge!"

Isolde watched in astonishment as Godfrey was enveloped by a swarm of orphans. He was pulled in every direction, yet this formidable demigod was visibly flinching and grinning like a child.

This was an aspect of him she had never witnessed before.

Golden portals shimmered into existence, releasing Mountain and Dirge. The children divided into two distinct groups, eagerly surrounding Dirge and Mountain.

Isolde felt an overwhelming urge to weep as she observed Godfrey. He appeared so genuinely happy, more so than she had ever seen him.

Suddenly, something tugged at her skirt. Turning, she saw a very small boy. He blinked, his young mind struggling to ascertain if this beautiful lady was indeed real.

He tugged her skirt, confirming her reality. Once the certainty settled in, the boy inquired,

"Are you Godfrey's sister?"

It was now Isolde's turn to blink, stunned. Where, in all the world, was the resemblance?!