Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 39

Chapter 39: Mana Isn’t Oxygen

"My God! I-Is that not a sandworm?" Lucy—the girl with the Iron Clawed Crab and Sam’s younger sister, took a step back, afraid the beast, still twitching with residual electricity, might suddenly leap and smash her into paste.

"That’s a high-tier beast!" Someone else exclaimed.

The commotion outside made Edwin, who was making a call inside the coach bus, glance out the window. His eyes narrowed when he saw Godfrey and the corpse of the sandworm.

A beast he knew very well none of his students, except perhaps Isolde, could kill. Dale had a chance because of the electric power his summon possessed, but aside from him, no one else had such firepower.

Due to the difficulty of killing a sandworm, the points gained from it were equivalent to that of a top-level high-tier.

"He’s back," Edwin said.

"Already?" Sebastian’s disappointed tone rang through the phone. "It’s only been three days. This is usually the period most of them take just to adapt, the kill count normally starts to rise toward the end of the first week." He sighed.

"It’s different for Godfrey, I’m afraid." Edwin shook his head and looked at the tablet showcasing the students’ kills, which Julia was holding out for him.

"Different? How so?"

"Fifty low-tier raptors, twenty elite-tier raptors, and one high-tier sandworm, which, due to how hard it is to kill, is ranked as a top-level high-tier. A total of one hundred points in three days," Edwin replied.

On the other end of the line, Sebastian’s eyes slowly widened. He entwined his fingers, his elbows pressed against the desk. "So in a period where he’s supposed to be adjusting to being displaced in the harshest terrain, he killed a sandworm and racked up a hundred points. I see."

"Oh, I almost forgot. They also talk," Julia added, which made Edwin’s expression sink with a grave premonition.

"What also talk?" he asked quickly, his voice overlapping with the headmaster’s, who was still on the phone.

"His summons. The one with the giant bow spoke to me, rather angrily. And I think the one with the sword and shield might also be able to speak. Godfrey didn’t even react, so they must have spoken before."

Edwin felt a chill run down his spine while Sebastian hummed.

"Might they be telling him to conquer the world?"

Edwin’s wild claim made Sebastian harrumph coldly. "Not everyone is Cain. There are rare summons that feed on more than mana, such as Roland Daniel’s summon. Cain’s summon, on the other hand, yearned for fear and that’s exactly what its weak-minded summoner, twisted by his own creature, brought. Godfrey is different. This is a confident boy who, even without a summon, thought he could survive in this world. He has a strong mind and he has us to guide him."

While this conversation with the school staff continued, Godfrey went to the canteen beneath a wide canopy. He grabbed a bottle of water, emptied it in one go, and splashed the rest across his face.

He simply ignored the whispers and stares. Sat, ate, and left. Watching him make his way toward the stone formation that curved like a bridge, Julia pursed her lips.

"He doesn’t look happy to be back." She turned to Edwin, who dropped the phone and leaned back in his chair, gazing out the window where he could see Godfrey.

"He could just go back," Julia said. It wasn’t as if he had failed a test, though it would take a while to return to wherever had taken him three days to journey.

"He can’t. There isn’t an ounce of mana in that boy. He’s reached his limit." Edwin shut his eyes. "There has to be a consequence to awakening so late. Isolde began to learn meditation at eighteen months and became a pro at four. At that stage, she could meditate for several hours. Then there’s Snow, who awakened at nine years. Dale at eleven. Cecil at ten. Even the slowest of them had at least a year’s head start and all Godfrey has is barely two months."

Breathing out slowly, he opened his eyes. "By the way, what did the knight say?"

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