Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18: Competition – Siegfried’s Shock

After several other fights, Isolde finally ascended the platform. Her opponent was a blue-haired girl who had already demolished her previous challengers with the overwhelming firepower of her summon.

"I know you’re strong, but I won’t submit to a queen who is controlled by a humanoid summoner," the girl spat. "For that, I don’t recognize you as Manhattan’s Queen." Lucy’s scowl deepened as she raised her hand. A dark-blue summoning diagram blossomed from her palm, spinning and widening. From its depths emerged a unicorn.

Its spiraled horn was formed entirely of blue crystal, sharp and jagged with a natural curve, glinting like a weapon forged from frozen lightning. The creature’s very presence exuded majesty and danger.

"Gemstone Unicorn! Elite Tier, 4.4!" the referee announced.

Lucy swung herself onto its back with practiced ease. A spear of gleaming blue gemstone formed in her hand, while twelve crystalline spearheads hovered above her and her unicorn like an arsenal of floating death.

The unicorn reared up on its hind legs, neighing like a warhorse at the head of an army. The gemstone shards launched forward, whistling through the air. Yet Isolde merely waved her hand, and the deadly shards, each capable of piercing an armored vehicle, shattered to harmless dust before they could reach her.

Snarling, Lucy hurled her gemstone spear as her summon charged across the platform like a thunderbolt.

Isolde clenched her fist and struck. The spear, which carried enough force to tear down a fortress wall, shattered against her knuckles.

But the shards did not fall. Instead, they whirled back into motion, cutting through the air faster than before. One shard grazed her face and struck her eye, forcing her head back.

"What kind of queen are you now?" Lucy sneered, only for her expression to falter. Isolde lowered her head again. Her eye was perfectly intact.

Her golden-orange eyes gleamed, glowing faintly, and in the next heartbeat, an oppressive weight descended on the platform. Lucy’s body froze. Her unicorn collapsed beneath her, its proud legs buckling as it was crushed flat against the stage. Foam frothed from its mouth like a dying beast. Lucy slumped in the saddle, then fainted outright.

"That’s... Dominion." Snow narrowed his eyes. His voice carried a rare gravity. "It’s a summoner’s skill, like Echo or Exchange. It projects the aura of a great summon directly through the summoner’s eyes. In some cases, it can even kill outright, depending on the summon’s power, and the target’s will." He recited the same words a lord tier told him.

From the shadowed window of a building overlooking the arena, Yuan, the Asian upperclassman known as the Knight to Manhattan’s King, clapped softly.

"She’s a monster. She might even be as strong as you," he remarked, turning to Jon, who stood silently at his side.

"She’s stronger," Jon said flatly. "She has two summons."

In the secluded staff section of the arena, Teacher Edwin glanced at the combat instructor, who stood with arms crossed. "Dale has done nothing but fry his opponents, Snow has dismantled his without effort, and Isolde doesn’t even need her summon. Who is this dark horse of yours? No one else here comes close."

Even as the tournament carried on and other students fought, whispers of Isolde’s dominance lingered in the crowd. Only when fighters like Cecil and Orwen entered did the audience briefly shift focus, yet in the end, even their efforts were measured against Isolde’s display.

Snow’s opponents were left flailing helplessly, striking at illusions until he knocked them unconscious with casual slaps. Dale electrocuted his challengers without mercy, sending them all to the nurse’s ward.

Godfrey, too, fought twice. And now, he was called again, for his deciding match. This was the battle that would determine whether he advanced to the quarterfinals or lost his chance.

The prize for the top three was immense: high-level dungeon cores, treasures that could vastly accelerate a summon’s growth.

As Godfrey stepped onto the platform, silence swept across the arena. His opponent was Siegfried.

Gasps and whispers rose. Everyone remembered the story: on Godfrey’s very first day in Manhattan, he had crossed Siegfried, and later on Siegfried had bashed his head into a wall. That beating had left Godfrey absent for a full month, said to be recuperating from both the injuries and the trauma.

"You made it. Good." Siegfried’s grin was cruel. His Jade-Eyed Wolf padded beside him, its eyes glowing with white malice. "Summon that 4.0 knight of yours. Let’s see whose summon is superior, your 4.0 Knight or my 4.6 Jade-Eyed Wolf." He cracked his neck, a predatory gleam sparking in his eyes.

"I would have loved to be the one to bash him," Dale muttered with a relaxed smile from the stands. "But I guess no one can do the job better than Siegfried."

"Siegfried’s summon is built for both offense and defense," Cecil said. "With that balance, it can even challenge a 5.0 at its peak. Godfrey isn’t walking out of this one." Her eyes flicked toward Isolde, who sat silently, gaze locked on the two figures facing each other on the platform.

At Godfrey’s call, Mountain materialized. The Knight loomed tall.

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