Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights

Chapter 306: The Whole Truth

Isolde closed her eyes. Her heart hurt, her arms trembled as she felt wretched.

It was right.

No one gave her the right.

But.... She ruined him?

’Break! Your life is filled with so many mistakes, this is why you wallow in misery in the Afterlife.’ Truth Seeker said within her mind.

Born privileged? Isolde recalled when she was ten. At that age, she was sent to a blue gate dungeon, a cold mountainous terrain with suppressor bracelets where she fought wolves twice her size.

She could remember grimacing in pain from injuries and the frostbite, she could remember looking for help but finding none. Supplies were always by her side every morning she woke up as she explored the wilderness with nothing but one spear and two years of spear training from their family’s butler.

Each day blessed her with a wound, femininity was discarded beneath the snow as all that was left was survival. Not even running to safe places worked as the Pendragon watchers in secret would drive beasts toward her.

Silver spoon? Adored by the globe? She suffered for six months every year from ten. She fought for survival in the wild in the midst of her family members vying for higher power and gains even from a young age.

Life had never been easy, being born at the top only robbed her of everything a normal child would enjoy.

Was she selfish? During those times, she faced monsters during the day and nightmares at night. One golden-haired, blue-eyed young man frightened her every night.

Isolde would see him rip off the heads of beast summons for Dirge and other humanoid summons turned into wraiths. Sleeping was a nightmare, she went days without sleeping, afraid to see his face.

She woke up screaming. The mere mention of his name could make her collapse.

But as time passed, as her dreams flowed in reverse, the man she once feared became one she expected to see in her visions. His struggles, his innocent smile, the beautiful sparkle of his eyes, the way his hair waved in the wind.

She was sad when he was sad, happy when he was happy, enraged when he was bullied in Manhattan. He controlled her feelings and she grew used to it but then one day... the visions stopped.

It was like life came to a standstill.

”Frey...”

A teardrop ran down Isolde’s cheeks.

She just wanted to keep that smile. Was that wrong? To make just one man happy? To make his world vibrant?

What did he do to deserve so much pain?

She knew what would happen to him, she could stop it and so... she went... into his life.

Tears flowed down Isolde’s eyes. ’I’m not perfect but I gave all for him and in him, I found myself. I stopped being just food, I stopped being just the spectator, I wasn’t part of the audience anymore.’

She was selfish enough to be selfless to the extent of dying just to make sure he didn’t become that man who had lost the light.

It was the truth.

Just then, a sudden gale blew away the fog, releasing Luthor and revealing a path for her.

Delusion had failed but it had more than one target. She definitely wouldn’t lose this second one.

***

Godfrey wasn’t sitting on a hill of corpses anymore but sinking into it. Hundreds of bodies yet more still fell as his mind was being shrouded.

Delusion knew Godfrey didn’t want pain and that was his weakness, a flaw he couldn’t escape because he had caused pain, not to one but hundreds.

There was no way he could accept that truth.

”You wanted to save like your father but killed the very same people he worked with to ensure order. You brought disorder, violence, death when you are supposed to represent order. That thing inside of you, it’s called the Golden Order isn’t it? The mana tree had trillions of options yet it settled for a weakling. Weak in mind, weak in everything!”

”These are people you would kill and those you’ve killed. You should be called the king of demons, maybe they’re even benevolent compared to you.” Truth Seeker snickered.

”I know you do not seek the whole truth . You tell half-truths, twisting it to suit your objective.”

There was no reply.

The world forged him, he was a product of the cruelty of the world but deep down, Godfrey didn’t want to be one.

He didn’t want to kill but he understood necessity and protection. His hands were soaked in blood because in this world, if it wasn’t them, it would be him.

No one cared for choices when someone pulled the strings and could make you wrong no matter what.

”I’m selfish but shouldn’t I? I didn’t want my mother to die.”

In the end, he was driven by his urge to protect what was his.

He didn’t walk about killing for the sake of it. Those people, once spared, would come back and do what was irreparable.

Godfrey had a duty and fulfilled it. But it didn’t make his path any lighter.

Bodies may pile endlessly but he wouldn’t put down his sword. He did not like this path, who said getting stronger was easy, the top was more brutal than the bottom.

The truth was that he hated that he had to kill those policemen but knew he had to. Duty overcame all.

He was just an innocent victim of a mastermind doing his best to remain in one piece. What’s that saying? When in Rome, be like the Romans.

Well, he was in a post-apocalyptic world, becoming a hardened survivor was the only path of guaranteed success but he didn’t enjoy it and that was the whole truth.

”Unfortunately... mercy just didn’t work. My hands are tied.”

His head sank into the hill of bodies but in the next moment, everything cleared. It was like the bodies didn’t exist in the first place but Godfrey had felt that they were real.

He looked at the path before him and regulated his breath.

His mind was clearer than ever. Yes, duty to protect himself and those around him carried him. He didn’t want to kill but had to... That was Godfrey Daniels.

The wannabe hero who discovered not all heroes are praised. Mock him for being merciful, that was just how he was.

He was raised right, but to protect that right he had to step into the wrong but the right will forever be in his heart.

He was duty made manifest.

”You passed.” The Immortal Armour said and Godfrey nodded.

”I did. And I think I’m prepared to give you a name. In your immortal life, you’ll always remember this name.”