Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 505

Chapter 505: A Lie

Standing beneath the bright sun, Ronald folded his arms as a young man with black, silky hair approached. "Do you need help? You’ve absorbed the memories of quite a lot of people. I heard you’re also attacking prisons in the outside world."

Isaac puffed, hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie.

"What’s the problem? Last I checked, your mother is doing fine," Ronald said. Sentinels went past them, their boots scraping the concrete floor. Rows of Sentinel trucks stretched along the road to their left.

Isaac lifted his head. "The city’s been much better with you and your wife, sir. And I know you’re connected to almost everyone, and they fuel your strength, but—"

"Is it him?" Ronald gestured with his head at a distant tower.

Isaac shook his head. "I want to be the one to clear the Ruination. And I’m there. I’ve been there for a while now, but I keep accumulating strength without an end in sight. I don’t want to admit it but... I’m afraid."

’Yet I want to rescue my friend. Godfrey can’t carry all the burden.’

"We’re all afraid of something. Just don’t do anything stupid. Inform your friends, and stop rampantly taking people’s memories because they’re on death row or have committed crimes that sound horrible to you. Be careful with that ability of yours, or you might come to live with regrets later on."

Ronald placed his hand on Isaac’s shoulder. "Trust me when I say regrets hurt more than a dozen deep wounds—" He suddenly grimaced, his expression twisting into pain as his eyes flashed with fear.

"What is it—?!" Isaac asked thin air. Ronald was gone. A gold coin struck the concrete, ringing as it spun in widening circles before Isaac’s feet.

***

Godfrey’s wide-open eyes reflected his mother’s face. Her own were dull, emptied of their irises.

Blood blossomed from his chest. She tightened her grip around the handle and was about to pull upward.

In his strangely calm eyes lingered disbelief, pain... and the last fragile trust of a child. It shattered before her.

Cold gripped Godfrey as he held the dagger his mother dragged upward. She wanted to slice through his heart.

"I’m helping you," the mana tree said, caressing his golden hair. "It’s harvest. I brought you, I took you. Bear no pain, you’re a success in my eyes," she whispered.

"No!" roared a loud voice, like the vengeful cry of a bear, as the coin on the table transformed into Ronald.

He arrived just in time to see a purple light flash, and Godfrey was gone. And there sat his wife, eyes without irises, one hand stained with blood.

Her son’s blood.

"Argh!" Ronald hadn’t even realized he’d made a fist. He became aware of himself when his fist stopped before her face.

Tears welled in Ronald’s eyes. He staggered. His leg gave out, and he collapsed, leaning against the wall as he stared at the woman.

"You wanted him to get to the top. He could have done it," Ronald said, eyes red. "Why? Why, you damn thing!"

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