Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31: Jealous Teen

Once the weekend was over, Godfrey, dressed in his deep-blue school jacket, ascended the broad staircase leading to the third floor where his classroom was located. He carried his backpack in one hand, his ocean-blue eyes slightly narrowed as he noticed freshmen casting more glances at him than usual.

"Isn’t he the one who made Dale and the other sophomore elites get suspended?" a fifteen-year-old freshman girl whispered to her friend, her voice a mix of awe and disbelief.

"His name is Godfrey. He also beat Nexus Club Number Thirteen. He’s like some kind of bully-bane. The school feels calmer with him around," someone else said reverently.

"Tch! He’s going to be put in his place soon," a boy muttered darkly as he strode past the girls and disappeared into the second-floor hallway.

Godfrey paused mid-step, his eyes locking on a scene below: a brown, curly-haired boy crouched on the ground, arms raised to shield himself as two fellow freshmen, a boy and a girl, kicked at him while spitting insults.

"I’m sorry, I’ll—!" Isaac’s voice broke off when he caught sight of Godfrey’s cold glare from the corner of his eye. That chilling look sent ice crawling down his spine. "Get off me!" he suddenly screamed, and in panic, he launched a web strike that latched onto the girl’s wrist, pinning it to the wall.

Shoving aside the boy’s next kick, Isaac sprang to his feet and instinctively caught the boy’s panicked punch. His fist flew on its own, slamming into the boy’s cheek with a sharp sound. Both froze, the boy clutching his face in wide-eyed shock, and Isaac staring in disbelief that he had done that.

The girl ripped free of one strand of web, turning her delicate fingers into three-inches long claws, but Isaac moved faster. Another web shot pinned her arm to the wall, another bound her other hand, and a final strand sealed her mouth before she could curse. Her eyes widened in terror. The boy fled immediately, leaving Isaac standing frozen in the aftermath, stunned at himself.

Those who had long grown used to Isaac being treated like a slave for the past month were equally stunned. Yet when their eyes shifted back to Godfrey, he simply resumed climbing the staircase, leaving the scene behind him as though he were nothing more than a distant observer.

The moment Godfrey entered his classroom, silence rippled across the room. Conversations halted mid-sentence. Students in their seats and those huddled in groups all turned to look at him, the quiet stretching long and heavy.

Godfrey’s eyes swept over the class. Dale, Siegfried, Maldred, and Orwen’s seats were empty. Tilting his head, he noticed Snow scrolling casually through his phone, pointedly ignoring him. That didn’t bother him, but what did was Isolde’s brief glance in his direction before she turned back to the window. Her cold dismissal stung.

She was clearly unhappy that he had skipped their morning jog, and Godfrey knew he owed her an apology or risked being snubbed by the only friend he had.

As he made his way to his seat, a girl from the Press Club leaned toward Cecil and whispered, "I didn’t have the courage before since you were under Dale, but now... you have to admit, Godfrey’s looks are only beaten by Snow’s. Just look at him walk."

Cecil’s eyes flicked to Godfrey. Indeed, he wasn’t bad-looking, but admiration rubbed her the wrong way. To her, that face deserved to be stepped on, not praised.

A sharp harrumph escaped Isolde, reaching Godfrey’s ears as he sat down. He grimaced, turning toward her with pursed lips, a crease in his brow, and a meek expression, the very picture of apology.

"Tch!" Isolde clicked her tongue, though her coldness quickly melted. Seeing her soften, Godfrey seized the chance. "I’m sorry. I tend to fall asleep during meditation... foolishly. I’ve never lasted over twenty minutes awake."

"I met Jon this morning, so I didn’t jog alone. But don’t miss another day. It wasn’t the same without you."

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