Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 335

Chapter 335: Servant Of The Dragon King

Isolde looked at the window. "We’re almost halfway through the second month, but the evolution hasn’t stopped." She sat up.

Godfrey sat on the bedside. "It might last a few more months. I’ve spoken to the Alchemist, and they said more Progenitors and Titled gods will appear, but no one will be able to exceed the Titled god Tier despite their potential until the Ruination Stage is over."

Isolde’s eyes narrowed. "What about the Favoured?"

"They won’t be limited, but we would, same for the Fortunate. They can still grow even if the world fails and collapses, but I don’t think Cain would want that. He wants to rule the earth so he won’t let this world fall. At least that’s one thing we both have in common at this moment," Godfrey replied with a grave expression.

"So he’s not our primary concern?" she asked.

"I don’t know about that. He won’t try to kill me, I’m sure of that, and he won’t attack either. The world has enough challenges for me at this moment. He wants me to grow, the world wants us to grow, I’m guessing he’ll be quiet for now."

He sighed.

"Our focus should be on the kind of people who will gain power. Some might come for me now that they think they’re strong. Our major problem is the dungeons. Soon, the ones that would signify the Ruination will be here. Even the Alchemist told me it won’t be easy to clear them, earth might lose millions, billions if we’re not careful, and there’s a good chance we might fail."

"We won’t." Isolde held his hand.

"Countless worlds have faced this, Isolde. Only ten succeeded. It won’t be surprising if we fail," Godfrey said softly.

"We won’t fail then. I know you won’t, and this is just the beginning. There are worlds that have become Ascended for who knows how long. Even if we become one, we’ll be the tenth generation. And who knows what the mana tree would bring next. This will only be the beginning, and we can’t stop here," Isolde replied firmly.

"Your visions. Can you still see into the future?"

Isolde’s brows furrowed, and she shook her head. "Nyx can’t really see much now that the world is advancing at a rapid pace. Maybe after she comes out of her egg there might be a difference."

"It’s alright." Godfrey laid on her lap, looking at her face. "We’ll make do with what we have. You and I. We’re enough."

He whispered.

Isolde caressed his face. Her Frey had grown. More like forced to grow, the same for her.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Rick. What is it?" Isolde asked.

"There’ll be a spar today, Lady Selyne. I assumed you might have forgotten due to your busy schedule these past two weeks."

Rick, the butler’s voice, made Isolde gasp softly. There was always one day in a month scheduled for training. Usually, her family sparred against Rick. Only her father survived against him in close combat.

When it came to weapons, everyone lost.

"I will be sparing the Pendragon consort, Master Godfrey," Rick’s voice rang.

"Why do I feel like that butler is after me?"

Isolde chuckled. "Maybe he’s not happy with what you’ve been doing to his leader. Care to tell him who’s king here?" she whispered.

Godfrey shrugged. "There’s no need. I need to stretch after all."

"You enjoy being called a consort?"

"Being called one doesn’t make me one," Godfrey replied while Isolde giggled mischievously.

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