Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights

"The scared kitten has grown to be brave," Ulric said with a slight raise of his lips.

Jon shook his head with a light smile. "Let's go." He turned and walked away with the other boys, leaving the sophomores holding their hearts.

Godfrey might be strong, but he was against Jon, who alone could handle the others in Nexus Club. Then there was Yuan, the blood beast who just didn't seem to have an upper limit in strength. As long as it kept getting bloody, he grew stronger.

Edric could regenerate like it was nothing, and his self-healing was a perfect one, meaning there would not even be a scratch left. As long as it wasn't his own claws, he could heal in an instant.

The flames of the triplets were terrifying, and once their summons merged, their strength rose rapidly. Tank had incredible defense with lightning of greater destructive capability than Dale. He was like a higher version of Dale but with a rhino as his summon.

This group was terrifying on their own, but together, even an experienced high-ranked guild party filled with combatants or a team of agents had a great chance of losing.

Seeing them leave gave the sophomore students great relief.

***

To celebrate their win, Edwin took the sophomores to an eatery. Walking away from the rowdy bunch eating and talking about the game, Godfrey approached the counter.

He looked back through the floor-to-ceiling window but still didn't see Isolde.

'Where's she?'

As he turned and made his order, a sweet scent made him turn, raising an eyebrow at the brown-skinned girl leaning against the counter. She wasn't far. In fact, she was quite close.

Godfrey recognized her as one of the cheerleaders during the game – Rowana.

"Hi," she greeted with a sweet tone. "You played really well today."

"Thank you," Godfrey replied with a complimentary smile.

"Isn't that Rowana?" a sophomore's eyes widened.

Rowana's cute smile froze when an icy voice cut deep into her from behind.

"Haven't you ordered what you came for?"

Hearing that voice, Godfrey turned and saw Isolde walking up to them. Rowana quickly left while Isolde stood by the counter, flipped her hair, and shot Godfrey a side glance.

The staff who brought Godfrey's order sighed inwardly. 'To have beautiful girls being jealous over me was the dream.' He looked around his workplace, a place he didn't dream of, before looking at Godfrey.

Godfrey, on the other hand, was confused at the staff's envious glance.

***

In a mansion located in a blue gate dungeon on an island close to Manhattan, a woman in slippers walked into a massive room with a lofty ceiling.

All around the room were top-grade paintings, some abstract, some life-like, some that looked like they had no meaning, just a cluster of different colors, but they all did, and each had a name.

Each one was a revelation their daughter had. Even before she started speaking, she had already begun to draw. Back then, it made no sense why she preferred drawing so much, but with time, everything began to fit in.

All this, each painting, was something that had yet to happen or had already happened. Christine Pendragon went straight to a broad-backed man in a white shirt with folded sleeves and plain black pants.

He held a glass of wine while staring at one of the paintings, his back to Christine. He didn't even turn when she entered.

"You're always looking at that picture every time you return." She pecked the man's cheek while holding him from behind. "How's the situation?"

Arthur sighed softly. "It's getting out of hand to keep the invasion within control. The number of dungeons popping up on a daily basis is outrageous. Dungeon breaks are frequent despite making sure they're being cleared. It's like the respawn rate lost its cooldown. The worst of it all is the green gate dungeon. Some cities are engulfed in it."

Arthur tilted his head to Christine. "The peace we've built might not last."

"Is it because of him?" Christine looked at the painting before them.

It was a mixture of colors that somehow depicted characters. The background had a pitch-black shade, and the first character on the painting had what looked like a gray hoodie, but some strands of golden hair came out from under the hood.

Behind him were eight golden touches of paint that made up humanoid figures. They were all bigger than the one in the gray hoodie.

Written under a sun at the top of the painting whose light couldn't chase away the darkness was: VAGABOND.

The gold ink dripped like tears, stopping just above the figures depicted in the painting.

One of the more visible golden figures had tendrils of gold from his back. Some went upward, some touched the earth, as it hovered above the gray-hooded individual like an angel.

"I could kill him now…" Arthur said solemnly. "…But it won't change the fate of mankind. At least with a known future, we can prepare for what's coming."

"Don't forget Alexis, Isolde's older brother. You interfered, and his end cost more than we expected. Isolde can see the fate of those she's shown, it doesn't mean we can divert them." Christine caressed Arthur's tensed shoulders. Giving a gentle advice in case Arthur came back to such thought.

"Our daughter has also grown quite fond of the boy."

Arthur's eyes went wide. "What?! Why did you allow her to go there in the first place?"

"It's already too late. Unless you want the boy to appear at your doorstep seeking his friend, we best stay clear." Christine chuckled.

Arthur scowled.

"You know…" Christine said, squinting at the painting. "I've always wondered why that fourth knight and his warhorse are considered one summon. Are they not supposed to be different?"

She gestured to one of the knights behind the one with wings, almost lost in the darkness, on what looked like a horse.

Arthur waved his hand, dismissing it. "Isolde will soon return. Make sure she trains. This spike in dungeon appearances, as much as it seems to be tied to the public appearance of a summoner with way more summons than we've ever seen, the actual cause of it are Cain's Fanatics, and they want to bring back the Great Despair."

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A/N: I'm here to apologize to everyone I've hurt writing such a flawed sport arc. I am deeply sorry for hurting your souls.

I hope no one left in a furious storm after seeing such vivid blasphemy.