Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights

Chapter 451: I’ve Got You

Ellia rose to her feet, her size even greater than Grace’s, but when she noticed the way Isolde and Godfrey looked at each other, she slowly sat back down.

"Frey?" Isolde’s eyes trembled as she dropped the baby dragons and rose to her feet.

Godfrey simply smiled. He couldn’t figure out what to say, so he slowly opened his arms.

Isolde bit her trembling lower lip as her eyes moistened. When she couldn’t hold it anymore, she ran and jumped into his arms.

He held her tight, his voice soft and comforting. "I’ve got you, Iso.... I’ve got you."

Tears began to stream down Isolde’s eyes. She thought she had healed, that her tears had dried up, but why did she feel so broken right now?

"I’m sorry." Godfrey spoke once more while he caressed her back gently. Almost no one except her parents had ever seen this fragile part of Isolde. All the outside world could see was a beauty sitting in one of the most powerful positions in the nation and beyond.

It could never cross their minds that even this high and mighty young woman could still cry.

He swooped her off her feet, nodded at Ellia, then turned and walked away while Isolde buried her head in his chest.

When Godfrey came out, the cool breeze from the sea washed over him. It felt refreshing, like all his burdens were blown away, so with his wife in his arms, he began to walk along the shore.

"Behind you~" Isolde whispered, causing him to pause and turn.

Godfrey’s eyes went wide, then a smile broke out as he saw the baby dragons waddling after him.

He almost laughed as they swung their wings and struggled to spit fire but only released smoke.

Godfrey went on one knee, and Isolde left his embrace, reaching out for the baby dragons.

"They just came." She said to Godfrey in a soft tone, like one recovering from grief.

Looking at her face, Godfrey smiled. He remembered what Arthur said. To let the pain end with him. At first, it seemed torturous, but now he understood it was because those people who weren’t in that pain would be able to bring healing.

What Arthur told him wasn’t a burden but a remedy. A solution.

And that’s what he was going to be for Isolde. Now, when she couldn’t smile, he would.

He reached out for the last dragon struggling to join the others who were fighting for a spot in Isolde’s arms, but when the last baby dragon saw Godfrey’s hand, it flared up and chomped down.

Godfrey swiftly pulled his hand back with reflexes exceeding those of a cat, forcing Isolde, who watched it all happen, to laugh.

Her pearly laughter made Godfrey chase after the baby dragon.

It cried out, running away from his reach while trying to get to Isolde, so both of them kept scrambling around Isolde.

The other three cried out several times, but when they saw their brother was about to be captured, they left Isolde’s embrace, flapping their wings. Their flight was pathetic; however, two were able to land on Godfrey.

They launched their attacks, biting and ripping his clothes almost immediately, while the third unleashed black smoke on Godfrey’s feet.

It was as hilarious as it was annoying.

At one point, Godfrey forgot he was doing all this to make Isolde happy and began to wonder if there was something wrong with him.

What was there not to like about him?

He was Isolde’s husband, for God’s sake. If they didn’t like him, they couldn’t have his wife either.

Unfortunately for Godfrey, his reasoning couldn’t work here.

So he ended up with a blackened face, scattered hair, torn clothes, and no baby dragon in the end.

Seeing Isolde with all four dragons, which were still screeching at him, Godfrey couldn’t find joy from her glossy cheeks and ringing laughter.

"Why are you laughing?" He grunted in frustration.

It only made Isolde laugh more, to the extent she was almost tearing up.

Then he blinked.

’Wait... it actually worked.’

Everything seemed to slow down at that moment of realization as he stared at her enchanting face.

’Wow... It really worked.’

His eyes went to the baby dragons. Who knew these intruders would help him so much? That thick tension he didn’t know how to break was already gone... like it didn’t exist in the first place.

All of a sudden, Godfrey was running toward the sea.

"Where are you going?!" Isolde yelled, while the baby dragons turned, also confused. Had the weird man gone mad?

Godfrey jumped into the sea and came out a few moments later with two fish.

He went to a rock a few dozen meters away. While Isolde approached, Godfrey suspended them with telekinesis and roasted them.

He cleared his throat and dropped them.

The baby dragons eyed him but couldn’t resist the urge.

A few seconds later, even the fish skeletons were devoured, and they were all staring at Godfrey as if they were expecting him to magically pull out another fish.

Though reluctant, Godfrey went back and brought more.

When he came back the third time, there were two more young dragons, much bigger than the baby dragons but nothing compared to the adults.

Godfrey glared at Isolde, who pressed her lips together and looked away like she was actually looking at something.

When she noticed Godfrey wouldn’t stop staring, Isolde came clean.

"They want the fish, but they’re afraid of the sea."

Godfrey scoffed but went back.

This time around, he used telekinesis and propelled himself and a massive fish to the shore, only to discover the number of dragons had increased.

"Iso!"

Isolde waved her hands frantically while struggling to contain her laughter.

"I didn’t call these ones, I swear! Dragons can communicate amongst themselves, and they can also hear what we say, so they know you’re... going... to... feed them." She winced.

"Then we’re doing it together."

He moved with large strides toward her while the dragons clamoured for the huge fish. Even the baby dragons were fighting for a small chunk a bigger, merciful dragon threw their way.

While the bigger dragons blew flames at each other, some grabbing a chunk and flying only to be attacked, Godfrey closed in on his wife.

He grabbed her wrist.

Isolde held his chin with her other hand, and her soft lips met his own.

For a moment, the cries of dragons, the crash of waves, and the chaos around them faded into the background.