Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 463

Chapter 463: Arrival

Several hours later, Godfrey landed at Tokyo’s airport, and as he came out with a traveling bag, his eyes narrowed at the sight of hundreds of people with boards protesting against... him.

They were kept behind a barricade by the police and their summons, but on a lot of their boards were horrible things.

"Get back to where you came from! We don’t need you!" a woman screamed with all her power as Godfrey silently walked past them, forcing him to pause.

He tilted his head toward her. The moment the woman saw those black sclera and golden pupils directed at her, she shivered, turning her head to the left and right to make sure people were still with her.

Some people threw stones from behind, but those stones paused mid-air as Godfrey made his way to the barricade.

"I think you should leave quickly," a policeman said.

Godfrey nodded at him, then looked at the woman. "I’m also human." With that, he turned and walked away as the woman first frowned, her eyes locked on him as her expression shifted into realisation.

On the other hand, Godfrey shook his head softly. The public were just pieces that tilted every which way the one at the head wanted them.

What made it worse was that they had no knowledge of it. All their clamouring, all the ugly symbols of him and his knights, all their yelling meant nothing to him right now.

These same people would be singing the praises of his name in a different situation. Unfortunately, they all thought they had individual thoughts. How come everyone had all this pride, supposed self-awareness, yet they could follow after lies and bash the truth without care for the other man?

Godfrey knew if he were to think too deeply about his race, he would flinch in disgust. The weak were seen as disgusting and made an outcast, yet the weak had the largest numbers, so where was the love?

The strong were not seen as people anymore but as objects of power. The strong were public property. People were entitled to his help because it made him ’good,’ in their opinion but no one was there when he built himself, when he walked into dungeons.

All he could do now was focus on the objective and put his hope in the fact that there were good people out there, and most of them needed help.

Without Arthur keeping the major dungeons in check, he might not have been able to grow in a somewhat safe environment. It was his turn now but somehow, it seemed the public didn’t even take the time to consider, what if he got infected?

He wasn’t magically immune.

Godfrey shook his head and went into a car that came to pick him up. It drove him straight to the Ministry of Defence in the Ichigaya District of Shinjuku.

It was built to look similar to what the old one looked like, but Godfrey had no idea what the old structure looked like, so he couldn’t honestly appreciate the heritage they tried to preserve.

It was just another building where he was going to talk about going into a dungeon. A place where life and death were always in the balance.

Dungeons were like surgeries. You never knew which one could result in death.

And so, after forty minutes in a car, he went into the building and was led upstairs to an office.

The moment he walked into the office, Godfrey felt a pair of sharp eyes lock onto him. The air shifted. It felt quite heavy.

And so his eyes landed on the man clad in armour. He was dressed like a samurai, with a mask that only exposed his eyes.

Behind the desk sat Mrs. Fukushima and not Minister Haruto, the man Godfrey was expecting.

He lifted an eyebrow, then sat down. "Where is the minister?"

"Not impressed? You’re sitting before one of the Seven Heads." Mrs. Fukushima leaned back with a smirk.

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