Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 330

Chapter 330: Don’t Go Too Wild

It was already late, and the search ended with Godfrey nowhere in sight. She couldn’t reach him since they weren’t connected telepathically, nor could she retrieve herself into his chamber.

At the dining table, Christine turned to Arthur Pendragon before looking at Isolde, who had not touched her food.

"What is it?" she asked, lowering her cutlery.

When Isolde lifted her head, Arthur spoke. "Tomorrow is your day, you have to be prepared physically and mentally, so... eat."

"I don’t have the appetite." Isolde exhaled, tilting her head in different directions as if waiting for someone to pop out of nowhere. She sighed and left the dining room, sulking.

Christine and Arthur looked at themselves, guessing it might be the pressure of the occasion.

On her way back, Isolde’s thoughts drifted like a lonely boat on a calm sea. She had prepared for this day her whole life, but now that it was imminent, she felt pressure. After all, Isolde would face people who she had not seen for over a decade, or in her entire life, and had to exert dominance and control over them or be taken for granted, losing her dignity and power right on the very first day.

All these made her long for him. Isolde wanted to see that face, lay her head on his chest, and let that pressure melt away. She couldn’t tell her parents the girl they groomed to be independent wasn’t actually independent.

In fact, she depended on Godfrey for a lot of things. He was like that tiny piece that held a puzzle together; once gone, she would crumble.

He had been there since her childhood, like a soulmate following her step by step as she grew.

Isolde shut the door to her room and leaned on it, clasped her hands together, and placed them on her chest.

"Frey... Where are you?" she whispered, then went to her window and opened it. She could see the lake, though far away, with walls of trees on both sides; it sparkled under the moonlight.

Isolde folded her arms on the windowsill and laid her head on them, gazing at the pond while she was lost in thought.

’Did he go to raid a dungeon? Maybe he’s in Pathan. Why am I acting like he’s supposed to be here when there’s a lot for him to do?’ She pursed her lips.

’I’m a burden. I left him to handle my own affair, so he had every right to do the same.’ She sighed, blowing hot air out of her mouth.

Suddenly, there was a knock. Isolde leapt like a cat, raced to the door, and opened it wide, her eyes bright with aching emotions.

The male servant who came with a cloche with fruits her mother personally sliced blushed when Isolde stared at him like that.

He was afraid she would hear his drumming heart.

Of course, Isolde heard. She scowled at herself inwardly, mocking how she rushed toward the door like that.

In the end, she couldn’t hide the disappointment in her eyes as the man dropped the cloche and left the room.

She shut the door and went straight to her bed.

’You can live a day without him. Besides, I’ve been training for this, I’ve subdued dragons. I don’t need Godfrey.’ Isolde said to herself, but as she laid down, there was another knock on the door.

She sighed heavily and calmly went to the door. "Is there anything els—?!" Her eyes widened at the sight of the blonde-haired (blonde haired) tall man before her door.

He was smiling, but she wanted to punch that beautiful smile off his face.

Seething with anger that came from nowhere, she lashed out. "What are you doing here? This is Selyne’ bedroom and I—!"

She tried pushing him away when he drew close, but Godfrey grabbed her wrist, spun into the room, shut the door, and pressed her against it.

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