Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 490

Chapter 490: What Happened

Godfrey entered a motel. The motel’s reception lobby was small but tidy, with a worn wooden counter facing the entrance.

A faded couch sat against one wall beside a low coffee table stacked with old magazines, while a few potted plants tried to brighten the space.

Warm yellow lights cast a cozy glow over the tiled floor. Behind the counter, rows of numbered key hooks and a small clock completed the modest, welcoming room.

The receptionist squinted when she saw a pale-faced, golden-haired man with heavy bags under his eyes.

One of his eyes was just a black empty hole, a daunting sight it was. His left arm looked like it was covered by an ornate armour, but when she noticed his entire body lacked armour, it dawned on her that this young man might also lack a left arm.

He looked like the typical young man who awakened late or had a weak summon, yet decided to embark on the profession of a freelancer but ended up biting off more than he could chew.

If she could guess, he was one of those solitary freelancers. Those ones wanted the spoils all to themselves.

"I want a room," Godfrey whispered. The receptionist nodded, then turned to the wall of keys.

"Don’t you think you need an eye patch for that eye?" She dropped a key on the counter. "From what I can see, the wounds you bear inside are worse than your eye and arm. It’s a tough world out there."

She sighed as Godfrey took the key silently and moved for the hallway.

"We have food."

Godfrey shook his head, a sign that he had no need for food despite looking like a man desperately hanging on to life.

He was in one of the small cities built in dungeons. In this city especially, people barely used televisions. Only top freelancing associations had those in their towers.

And this motel was on the outskirts. It would be one of the first to fall if there was a swarm of monsters, but in exchange for such a dangerous position, they gained lots of customers.

With a creak, the door opened, revealing a small room with a little bed and a door that led to the bathroom and toilet.

There would be no need for money until it was time to leave. Such business made it easy for people to flock in, but it was another matter entirely if they planned to leave without paying.

Godfrey’s knowledge wasn’t too deep, but most dungeon cities like these had black markets and people ready to experiment with their summon’s strange innate skills on captives.

The law wasn’t as firm here... Well, for now.

He sat on the bed, and silence engulfed the room for a while before he shut his eyes and opened the eyes of his soul in the soul space.

Days floating in that darkness did the unthinkable to him. Aside from being plagued by hunger, thirst and guilt, he spent days in absolute silence.

Where the voice of his mind was loud. Where the cycle of what he thought had grown past resurfaced. God! He even hallucinated.

Sometimes he drifted into sleep and woke up, thinking he was speaking to someone.

Listening to Mrs. Fukushima speak was the last straw. It snapped him, and now, it seemed like he was back to where it began.

Godfrey stood before his throne, staring at it. Words of comfort. He desperately yearned for them but feared they would eat away at his pain, his guilt, his anger.

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