Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights

Chapter 55: Ice & Fire Of Nexus Club


After school hours, three upperclassmen walked into the school gym. Two walked at the front, the charming red-haired Lilith, Number Four in the Nexus Club, and a dark-skinned, tall boy with short white hair kept in a low cut.

He was Edric, Number Five in the Nexus Club, and behind them was Derek, holding both his backpack and the backpacks of the other two with a strained smile.

All three of them paused at the sight of Godfrey doing reps with a barbell. His perfectly chiseled body gleamed under the gym lights, muscles tightening and releasing with a grace that drew every pair of eyes.

His skin glistened faintly like gold forged and polished for years to become this enticing.

He was the center of attention as everyone either gossiped about him or stared at his flawless form.

They had never seen him here before, and yet he seemed to belong, as if the gym had been built for him.

Derek's pupils shrunk at the sight of Godfrey. Lilith's eyes gleamed with concealed thoughts as she made her way over, followed by Edric, whose expression was cold and unreadable.

"What's going on?" some students began to whisper, watching Edric approach with wide strides.

"Did Godfrey provoke him? I heard he beat up some sophomores, but Edric's not exactly close with any of them."

Their whispers halted when Edric grabbed the barbell, earning an upward glance from Godfrey.

"Reveal your summon."

Godfrey raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised. "What for?"

His eyes shifted toward Lilith, who giggled and sat on a nearby bench, crossing one leg over the other as she leaned forward.

"It's not a question," she said with a smirk. "It's an order."

Derek, who stood by the side, snickered inwardly. He wanted to see how Godfrey would come out of this one. Lilith was a powerhouse, her red wyvern summon possessed dangerously potent flames capable of reaching the ceiling.

In terms of skill, she was far above most. Members of the Nexus Club were sent on missions to clear difficult dungeons or suppress dungeon breaks alongside the authorities. Their combat experience was no joke.

On the other hand, Edric's summon had exceptional self-regenerative abilities, making injuring it almost pointless. He also wielded the ability to generate ice, they were, after all, the ice and fire of the Nexus Club.

"No," Godfrey said firmly. "I refuse to reveal my summon at your order. I'll do it when I feel like it."

Derek's eyes bulged at the audacity.

"Really?" Edric sneered, tightening his grasp on the barbell. Frost spread from his fingers, coating the metal heavily before it burst into glittering shards.

The barbell's durability was nothing before his ice.

"What about now?!" Edric grinned, his canines extending and claws forming at his fingertips as he prepared to move. But a calm, composed voice cut through the tension.

"Edric."

The single word froze him.

Hearing that voice, Lilith, Derek, and Edric all turned toward the entrance, and saw Jon standing there with his knight, Yuan.

"What are you doing?" Jon asked. His tone wasn't loud, but it wasn't a question either. The slight frown on his face was enough to make Derek wish he could vanish.

"It's the King!" someone gasped.

Audible whispers and gasps rippled through the gym as Jon made his way toward Godfrey. He stopped before him and stretched out his hand.

"I don't think I've properly introduced myself before," Jon said evenly. "I'm Jon."

Godfrey took his hand, and they shook lightly. "Godfrey Daniels."

Jon nodded. "I know. You're really close to Isolde, and I admire how you've made her love this school. She hasn't even complained about staying in the dormitory and only sees the good in it."

He smiled while Godfrey remained silent, studying him.

"Now, I know you don't like me," Jon continued, "but I must do my duty as King, to keep order."

Godfrey raised an eyebrow. "I haven't really seen any order since I transferred here."

"There was an order before you came. You're just the problem," Lilith snapped sharply.

"You mean the order of beating up those weaker than you to 'put them in their place'? What's wrong with carrying your own backpack?" Godfrey shot back, staring straight at her.

Lilith's hair flared, catching fire with her anger.

Of course, the next thing is to throw your fist, Godfrey thought inwardly, bracing himself. But as if she could hear his thoughts, Lilith nearly exploded, until Jon raised a hand.

She forced herself to calm.

"That is order," Jon said evenly, "and it can only be enforced by the strong. We might not be able to monitor every part of the school, but we represent Manhattan's image. We uphold it despite the dangers we face in dungeons or the challenges from other clubs across the six major cities of the world."

He glanced at Lilith. "She's always been hot-headed and wrong at times, but what we need are more hands to reach farther, and calm heads to keep people like her in line. With more hands, we could make this school better. Don't you agree?"

Godfrey pondered briefly. "That… seems plausible."

Jon smiled faintly and turned away. "I'll see you tonight, then."

As he walked off, Edric and Lilith followed, unable to ignore the silent glare he shot at them.

"Man, Godfrey's so lucky to talk face to face with the King and even shake his hand!" an upperclassman exclaimed in envy. "I've been in the same class with Jon for two years, this is the third, and I haven't even earned a second of his attention!"

Meanwhile, Godfrey glanced down at his hand. If that's his concept of order, then maybe he isn't that bad after all.

Still, he didn't fully believe it. The upcoming party might just be the moment to confirm who the Manhattan King truly was.

***

Thirty minutes past seven in the night, a taxi parked by the roadside and Godfrey stepped out. He wore a short-sleeved wool shirt, navy blue pants, and a pair of sneakers, simple, yet refined, the kind of outfit that enhanced his natural charm.

His bag had been packed by Victoria under the direction of her mother, who ensured her son always looked neat and captivating both indoors and outdoors.

The outfit made his ocean-blue eyes pop, golden strands of his hair hanging slightly above them. With one hand buried in his pocket, he made his way toward the venue.

The loud music hit him first. His gaze swept over the crowded street filled with students from different schools.

Laughter, chatter, and flashing lights filled the air, but what truly stood out were the parked luxury cars lined along the road.

Each one was like a masterpiece, the modern equivalents of the Mercedes, Rolls-Royce, and BMW of the past century, only far more sophisticated.

Among them gleamed the famous Copycat, a premium vehicle capable of transforming into five other models, a creation born from the genes of a shape-shifting beast!

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