Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 404

Chapter 404: The Ruination Is Here

"Still working, huh?" A man in his sixties chuckled as he walked over to the girl underneath a huge truck.

Lucy rolled out and sat up. She wiped the sweat off her forehead with her forearm, then exhaled as she dropped the spanner.

"Everyone that has tried fixing her has failed." The man folded his muscular arms as he gazed down, meeting her gaze.

"I know that. I also know it can be fixed. I mean, look at this thing." Lucy slammed the truck’s steel frame. This truck had several tires and a huge tortoise shell on its back.

It was a monster made from dungeon materials and the brilliant minds of Earth’s engineers. Although it consumed a lot of cores, with the rate of dangerous terrains in dungeons, this was the perfect vehicle, especially now.

A month had passed since Saul was killed. After his death, the Cohort went through lots of transformations. Those that still believed in Saul’s ideals were driven away, and Godfrey changed their name from Vagabonds to Sentinels and made a speech that they should stop seeing themselves as fugitives.

This was their own place, their world. Bearing the name fugitive meant tying themselves to the order of the outside world that refused to accept them for what they were.

Unfortunately, even after the chant of hundreds, Godfrey refused to become the Captain. But he changed the hierarchy, abolishing Elite and Regular classes.

They were now Captains. The Cohort was slowly becoming a small team of elites once more and, with Customization and Mastery, they were gaining more ground in Summoner skills.

Summons could now be built to become better. This was a form of artificial adaptation, a painful process with a rewarding end. Summons that were meant to rely on their hides and fur now had armour, boosting their Defence Factor greatly.

Lucy picked up the spanner with renewed determination. "I’m sure I can make it work."

"That engine is one of a kind. It was built from other scraps, one of a kind. It’s an impossible task." The man squatted as Lucy rolled under the vehicle once more.

He shook his head, walked over to the column, and slammed a red button. There was a loud sound and steel ropes came from above, hooked the truck, and lifted it up.

Lucy blinked several times when it began to ascend.

"You have more light this way," the man said.

"I don’t want more light," she replied.

"Exactly." He sighed, then looked at her with a softer gaze. "Because you’re used to being in the shadows, in the dark of something bigger."

The old man’s words made Lucy pause.

He went close, then stretched his hand toward her. "Stand up."

Lucy rose to her feet on her own. She wore an orange coverall but brought the top down to her waist, revealing her gray top while the sleeves of the coverall hung loosely at her side.

As usual, her hair was packed into two ponytails, and it made her face even more striking. She was the most good-looking girl not just in the workshop but in the Cohort as a whole, considering her age and the fact that she rarely wore makeup.

At a glance, a young man would think he met a badass young lady with appealing looks and personality, but looks could be deceiving.

It once took her to the arms of a Polaris top student and right into the depths of a pool, left to drown.

Watching her walk away, the man squinted. "Where are you going?"

"To meet my friends since I’m not welcome here," she replied without looking back.

"And what are you going to do there? Watch how they’ve grown and then hide once more?" The man’s words made Lucy’s stubborn look collapse as she stopped walking.

"I’ve seen how you’ve been acting ever since they all came back. The big boys, Godfrey, Percival, Isaac. You have all these boys around you, you’re the closest to them amongst anyone in Paradise, yet it’s obvious you’re struggling to fit in."

"I didn’t ask for your advice." Lucy turned to the man with a frown.

"But you need it. Your summon doesn’t define you, Lucy. It’s not everything you are, even if our world sees through those lenses. I don’t, and it’s the same for them too. You’re your problem, you can’t be yourself if everything about you is defined by the public’s views."

"I’m myself."

"Then why do you hide your summon?" The old man tilted his head. "You could have easily summoned it to help you with this vehicle. You know, bond with it publicly, yet you act like it’s a shame to you. Everyone has been using their summons this past month. We’re celebrating a transformation brought by your friend. Your friend. But I’ve been seeing you appearing here more often when others are celebrating."

Lucy looked around as if to confirm if they were the only ones in the workshop. Then, Lucy turned and walked away.

The man rubbed his forehead. ’What’s wrong with her?’

As she walked as fast as her legs could carry her, tears pooled in her eyes. She swiftly went into an alley to hide.

Who was she to tell them that she lost her summon while raiding a dungeon alone after seeing how Isolde, Godfrey, and Isaac had grown? The incident with Snow’s family told her that even your loved ones might not always be there, but that decision ended wrongly.

She couldn’t find the courage to say her summon was dead to the same people who risked their lives to evolve it. She tried to find herself, find her own path, and hope it led back to being together with her friends, but that choice ended horribly.

Now she lived these past three months dyeing her hair each day and wearing a fake smile like nothing happened.

Maybe she wanted to forget it, to live in a delusion she brought up for herself. She was miserable and aware of how miserable she was.

What path?

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