Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 503

Chapter 503: Mother’s Cradle

Ronald stepped into his room. "Your mother is waiting for you." He said, watching Godfrey dress up.

"I’ll be there. Give me a minute."

"You’re a Titled god Tier summoner and you don’t know how to snap your fingers and your clothes would come on."

Godfrey glanced at his father. "Is that possible?"

Ronald cleared his throat, sitting on the bed. "It’s not. I just implied that with all our strength there are some things we still do... normally."

He looked at Godfrey. "I hope you dealt with whatever did that to you."

"I did."

"Good. Did it feel pain?"

"It did."

Ronald smiled. Father and son stared into each other’s eyes.

"The plan. I see you didn’t tell mum." Godfrey said.

"You know how fragile she is. She doesn’t have to know you’ll become the Unknown King. She won’t recover from the shock."

"I’m going now."

"Now!" Ronald’s tone surprised Godfrey. "Stay. Spend the day with your mother first. I have to be at the camp but I kept that aside to escort her. She’ll want to spend time with you, son."

"Will you stay then?"

"I know you don’t want to see the mana tree but even if I stay it won’t change anything. As we speak, she filters through our minds. Nothing can be hidden from the mana tree. You know this." Ronald said.

Godfrey sighed. He might as well be present while Isolde was crowned as his Consort. His absence would truly make her feel unhappy. He took a deep breath.

Ronald rose, patted his shoulder and strolled to the door. He hesitated at the door. ’I tracked our golden fate and... your mother. She doesn’t—’

Ronald closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, the words were gone. After one last glance at his son, he walked away.

***

Godfrey lay on a sofa, his head resting on Valentina’s lap. She ran her fingers through his golden hair, studying him all the while. Earlier, she had insisted on examining him from head to toe, and even now she seemed reluctant to stop.

Unfortunately for Godfrey, he no longer had the will to argue. His mother’s familiar scent was oddly comforting.

She kept trying to convince him to stay away from dungeons, insisting he was already strong enough.

He skirted around the subject before pretending to be asleep.

She held his nose and wriggled it, pouting at how stubborn he was at the subject. She would speak to Isolde. Both of them should be able to convince him.

Meanwhile, though his eyes remained closed, his consciousness sat on the throne, towering pillars standing in proud rows on both sides of the hall.

All the Alchemists were gathered with the Royal Apostles, their backs toward him.

Right on time. Godfrey thought.

The Apostles stood in a semi circle and someone knelt in their midst. He could spot glimpses of gold. It was her.

Maybe not exactly right on time since they were halfway through the coronation process. And he didn’t have enough information about Pathan’s tradition on this.

"Mother of dragons, Consort to the Known King..." The Alchemist continued to speak, ten voices overlapping and bouncing against the walls of the massive throne room.

It made Godfrey sit straight. Their combined voices sounded like a chant, pulsating with vigorous power, like intangible ripples expanding through the air to every part of not just the throne room but the entire castle.

"... You are the chosen of Earth, blessed with the mana tree’s youngest leaf and the beginning of its questions."

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