Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128: The Seven Heads

Hours later, the scene was filled with lots of agents and guild members. Arlo stood right where he was when it all began, looking at the clear sky, his face blank.

"Truly... it’s not really about the tier of the summon; it’s the power of their innate skill that determines their threat," he whispered.

"I can’t believe their headmaster did that," Ren said.

"He also restored Ivy’s summon," Arlo replied, gazing at the black-haired Pendragon caressing her huge, black-scaled beast.

"We survived a red gate," Snow whispered to himself, his eyes turning to Isolde, who spoke to some agents.

"Godfrey didn’t show up." He frowned. "What does it matter? He’d still outshine me."

He felt a touch on his back and turned to his butterfly, which gently patted him with its broad left wing that fell over him like a loose canopy.

"I’m fine," Snow said.

As he looked at the company of Damien, Jon, and the others, he suddenly remembered how he treated Godfrey.

So this was how it felt to be on the weaker end. The despair he felt at the sight of the dungeon boss made him realize how small the school’s maintained space truly was.

What king? If others were to know their place, didn’t that mean his place in the real world was just a slightly strong teenager with great looks?

If the weak shouldn’t be considered, did that mean the dungeon boss could kill him without a care? He couldn’t even beg for his own life?

Maybe if he was strong like Isolde, he would never have seen this part of life, but Snow somehow preferred that it came to this. He finally had that look into himself few were able to, and it was a nasty sight.

A slightly bigger ant kicking other, smaller ants down, without knowing the reason he was alive was because humans, the true giants, hadn’t stepped on him yet.

"Who’s that with Isolde?" Snow heard Ren’s voice, and something made him look. It was Godfrey speaking with Isolde.

"He’s part of Manhattan’s top ten, but he chose not to fight for some personal reasons," Percival replied while sitting. His summon had acted like a wall around the others during the fight and he had never been so close to revealing his second summon in public.

"Wow! Looks like there’s something between him and the Pendragon girl," Ren commented, while Arlo watched quietly, his hands in his pockets.

"Tsk! He hid in his room because he’s a humanoid summoner," Vin, about thirty feet away, scowled.

Seeing the glances directed toward him, Godfrey glanced at Vin from the corner of his eye.

Vin frowned, clenching his fist, but his heart kept beating hard. Was he scared? He couldn’t believe it, but his body was more honest than his stubborn mind.

"Are you seriously provoking him?" Rick whispered to Vin, who smacked his mouth angrily.

Arlo raised an eyebrow. "We might have been lucky that one chose not to participate."

His statement made Ren slightly stunned.

"What do you mean?"

"Everyone looked. I bet they already felt it would be him. Isolde looks different around him, the reactions of the other top ten, even Damien, I’m afraid it screams top royalty. That’s Manhattan’s true king."

Arlo smiled a little.

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