Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 345

Chapter 345: The Legends Of The Golden Order Knights (4)

"Lost?" That voice made Mountain tilt his head to the speaker. It was the orphanage’s caretaker, an old man holding a walking stick to support himself. He was incredibly old, probably over a hundred years!

It was a miracle that this man could not only walk but also speak fluently, and apparently his sight was still functioning. There was just a faint amount of mana in him, and it was because of the small chubby bird on his shoulder.

It was a low-tier summon only good at chirping.

At best, it could nudge someone to wake up in the morning.

"Summons can’t be lost. It’s not possible." The old man slowly shook his head, answering his own question.

"Not lost." Mountain’s voice rang, deep and heavy. Like a boulder dragged across stone.

The old man’s squinted eyes widened. The wrinkles cleared the way for his eyes to study Mountain properly.

"You can speak? That’s extraordinary." The old man was more pleasantly shocked than horrified. Even in his shock, his voice was low and stable.

When Mountain didn’t speak, the old man tapped his staff against the ground twice. The dry knock echoed with quiet beckoning, drawing Mountain’s attention back to him.

The old man pointed at the entrance with the stick. "You may enter. I don’t judge Humanoid summoners, and neither do I train my kids to. If you wanted to kill us, we don’t have the strength to protect ourselves. Besides, it’s clear to me that’s not why you came this way, so..."

He smiled softly, then turned and walked into the courtyard.

His smile widened when he heard the sound of Mountain rising to his feet. When they both entered the courtyard, the kids peeked from where they were hiding.

Most of them, out of trust for their caretaker, came out. Mountain was tall, absurdly tall to the children who slowly came out of hiding. They couldn’t comprehend this huge golden armoured existence and were filled with curiosity.

Mountain, on the other hand, could see a bunch of children in the snow running towards him.

A memory.

"I run this orphanage," the old man said to Mountain, then his eyes went to the huge hammer-axe.

"You’ll be more welcoming if you lower the hammer and the shield." He whispered.

Mountain glanced at him from the corner of his left eye, then dropped both weapons.

They sank into the ground, forcing a dust cloud to surge outward. The earth groaned beneath their weight.

Everyone covered their eyes as their clothes fluttered.

’Those things must be quite heavy.’ The old man thought in his heart but maintained a gentle smile externally.

"He’s not dangerous. Come around. I know someone who loves children when I see one." The old man chuckled lightly, tapping Mountain’s armour with his stick.

The children looked at themselves, but one fearless nine-year-old girl with green hair walked out of their midst, heading straight for Mountain like she wanted to fight him.

Her chest was puffed, small fists clenched, lips pursed tight, and eyes steady.

She marched up to him, maybe a little too close, as when she tried to look at his face, the little girl almost fell backward.

Noticing her struggle, Mountain slowly went on one knee. She still had to lift her head, but at least she could see his helmet properly.

The little girl blinked.

"I’m Sarah. What are you?" She tilted her head, then turned toward the old man. "Is he a human being like us?"

"No, my dear, he’s a summon just like my little bird." The old man responded softly. His bird chirped as if agreeing with what its summoner said.

Sarah blinked several times to properly process that information, then her large eyes widened even more.

How could a summon look like this? She thought all summons were beasts and plants. This heavily armoured being looked like a human.

"It looks like a man." She said innocently.

"He, not it." The old man corrected.

Meanwhile, Mountain watched in silence.

’They’re different. Different from the rest of this world. This world filled with hate and monster-worshipping men whose honour has long been lost.’

His deep voice rang inwardly.

Looking at this child made him recall the days he once knelt before Pathan kids.

Mountain lifted up his hand to pat Sarah’s head, but that action frightened her.

She swiftly pulled back, retreating as fast as her legs could carry her, only for a purple gate to appear right behind her.

The air split open with a sinister glow.

A gate known as the assassin gate with over a 99.9 percent death rate.

This gate couldn’t be predicted, and once it closed, it was closed, no one could get in.

People could enter other gates no matter their differences but not the purple gate because it would vanish, like a door that was closed and couldn’t be opened until it chose to.

Mountain grabbed his shield and hammer-axe, lunging himself into the purple gate as Sarah stumbled into it.

The gate closed down immediately. It came and vanished in an instant, but Sarah and Mountain were gone, leaving the old man and the other children frozen in disbelief.

***

While they were still in shock, Mountain found himself before a lake. He stared at a forest with sparse yet tall trees, lots of greenery, and a peaceful serenity.

Sarah was a few metres before him.

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