Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 16

Chapter 16: Competition - It Has Begun

In the classroom, as everyone now clad themselves in uniforms, white long-sleeve shirts beneath good-looking dark blue jackets, long ties, and black pants, with skirts for the females, the tension in the air was as thick as a rolling storm cloud.

"Move!" Dale roared from behind, and a great number of students scampered to their seats like rats scattering at the sudden switch of a light. He strode into the classroom and sat heavily on the front desk, arms crossed, jaw clenched, his presence alone commanding silence.

Orwen, one of his lackeys, leaned against the wall near the window, feigning ease but his eyes constantly flicking toward his leader. Cecil, on the other hand, sat calmly in her chair, but her sharp gaze betrayed the quiet anticipation bubbling within.

Just then, Godfrey entered the class, gulping down water from a bottle as Isolde walked at his side. The moment Dale laid eyes on him, a spark of fury surged, literal lightning burst from his fingers, striking the bottle. The electricity coursed into the water, turning it into a conduit and sending sharp currents through Godfrey’s body.

The shock made him grunt, muscles tightening, pain coursing through every nerve. Had he been a normal human, he would have collapsed into unconsciousness, ending up being sent to the school nurse.

Crackling arcs of lightning danced along Dale’s fists as he rose from the desk, his thick neck popping as he tilted it left and right. "I was insulted because of y—!"

But the words choked in his throat. A sudden presence fell upon him, oppressive and suffocating, like an invisible weight pressing down on every inch of his body. He could barely breathe, let alone move.

It was the aura of a Lord Tier. His trembling eyes shifted, and he saw Isolde, her calm expression distorted into something sharp and furious.

Godfrey, meanwhile, tossed the empty bottle neatly into the bin and walked straight to his seat without uttering a word. Isolde’s gaze lingered on Dale for only a moment longer before she turned her eyes away. Only then did he feel the crushing weight lift from his body.

"You hide behind a woman," Dale spat through clenched teeth, trembling in rage, his eyes burning holes into Godfrey who sat tapping a finger against his desk in infuriating calm.

’His mouth should have been damaged, his body twitching from the lightning, but he sits there without even a flicker of pain in his eyes? Has he grown that much in just one month?!’ Cecil frowned deeply, her calculating gaze sharpening.

Isolde exhaled with a sigh. "Dale..." Her sweet voice rang through the class, beautiful even when edged with anger. But her eyes were merciless. "...Sit down."

Dale’s eyes widened. He clenched his fists so tight the veins in his arms bulged, but despite his pride, his legs carried him back to his seat like a chained dog. He hated it, but he knew it, Isolde was stronger. That was the unfair truth.

"The competition is near. Let’s see how you’ll protect him then," Snow muttered lazily, leaning back with an air of disinterest. But Isolde ignored him entirely.

Instead, she brought out her EarPods, rose from her chair, and gently slid one into Godfrey’s ear.

She could see the storm raging in his eyes, barely restrained fury, tempered only by sheer willpower. "The competition is just a few days away. Let the leash around your anger loose on that day." Her whisper was soft.

Godfrey glanced at her from the corner of his eye.

***

In the department where the staff lounged and sipped their drinks, conversation about the upcoming competition ran lively.

"The sophomores this year," the school nurse said with enthusiasm, "have talents we haven’t seen in a long while."

"That’s true," someone nodded. "Edwin, you’re in charge of that class. Who do you think will win this month?"

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