I Can Summon Legendary Figuress

"Within the past two years, the kingdom has been struck several times," Zeron began, absentmindedly rolling a bronze coin between his fingers.

One side of the coin bore the crest of the World Tree, while the other carried the ancient seal of the Martel royal family.

"Some attacks were hidden from the public. Others were impossible to conceal. Yet every single one of them originated from the same force."

His eyes slowly settled on Ethan.

"Two of those incidents you’re already familiar with."

"The assault on the Wilderness Fortress."

"And the summoning ritual beneath Blackwater City."

The mention of those two events immediately brought several memories rushing back.

The fortress overrun by an endless tide of beasts. The ritual that had nearly plunged Blackwater City into disaster.

Neither had been ordinary attacks.

At the time, Ethan had assumed they were isolated incidents. Now... it was becoming increasingly clear they had all been pieces of something much larger.

"The Blood Serpent God Clan."

Ethan quietly spoke the name before anyone else could.

Ever since leaving the Wilderness Fortress, he had been piecing together fragments of information. The strange experiments, the coordinated invasions, the hidden influence within the Algar Clan itself... every clue pointed toward the same shadow lurking behind the scenes.

The enemy had never truly left. They had simply been moving unseen.

Zeron nodded approvingly.

"Correct."

"For the last two years they’ve tested Bark over and over again. Every attack has grown bolder than the last. Every failure has taught them something new."

"And throughout all of it..."

"We’ve endured. We’ve defended. But we’ve never retaliated."

Silence settled over the garden. Even the cheerful birds perched upon the nearby branches stopped talking.

"Our Lord has decided..."

Zeron’s fingers closed around the coin.

"...that it is time for that to change."

The moment those words left his mouth, the atmosphere shifted.

Martin unconsciously clenched his fists beneath the table, his expression darkening. Among everyone present, he understood those words better than anyone.

As king, countless reports had passed through his hands over the past two years.

Villages erased overnight. Border patrols vanishing without leaving behind a single corpse. Entire expeditions disappearing inside the Great Forest. Families slaughtered simply because they carried a particular bloodline.

None of those tragedies had ever been made public. The kingdom had endured them all in silence while waiting for the right opportunity to strike back.

Now... that opportunity had finally arrived.

"Are we absolutely certain he’s the right person?"

Martin suddenly spoke.

His voice lacked the authority of a king. Instead, it carried the concern of an elder looking after someone much younger.

"He’s still only a..."

The words caught in his throat as his gaze drifted toward Ethan.

Images flashed through his mind one after another. A young man rebuilding an abandoned clan with his own hands. Repeatedly summoning heroes who should have existed only in legend. Fighting enemies far beyond his own rank, surviving encounters that seasoned veterans would never have escaped.

Martin slowly exhaled.

Perhaps... he wasn’t as young as everyone kept insisting.

Still...

"That doesn’t change the danger."

Before anyone else could respond, Mister Mysteries casually leaned forward.

"I object."

His carefree smile had disappeared entirely.

"For once, I’m serious."

The clearing fell silent.

"You’re asking him to enter demi-human territory."

His voice remained calm.

"But we all know what that truly means."

Humans captured beyond the borders of Bark rarely returned. Those fortunate enough to survive became slaves.

The unlucky ones... didn’t live long enough to envy them.

"No."

Mister Mysteries shook his head.

"I won’t allow it."

Beside Ethan, Arian slowly stood as well.

"I agree."

Her expression remained unusually solemn.

Unlike Martin, she had experienced demi-human territory firsthand. She still remembered the Macaque Clan. The chains. The cages. The countless humans waiting to be sold like livestock.

One year ago, she had rescued Hela and Ella from that very nightmare. Now... someone wanted Ethan to willingly walk back into it.

Impossible. She would never support such madness.

"First of all..."

Zeron calmly looked toward Mister Mysteries.

"You’re not part of this domain. You have absolutely no authority to speak here."

His expression remained composed despite the obvious irritation hidden beneath it.

"If we’re being honest..."

"You’re fortunate we haven’t thrown you out already."

One of the Angels sitting nearby snorted.

"Or beaten you half to death."

Another nodded in agreement.

"That would’ve been satisfying."

Mister Mysteries simply laughed.

"Wouldn’t be the first time you’ve tried."

He stepped directly in front of Ethan.

"This boy belongs to the White Tower."

"You don’t get to gamble with his life."

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

Several Angels quietly placed their teacups upon the table. Others subtly shifted in their seats.

Not a single one looked relaxed anymore.

Ethan glanced between both sides in confusion. Then realization slowly dawned upon him.

They weren’t merely arguing. They were preparing themselves—for battle.

One of the elderly Angels let out an annoyed sigh.

"Insufferable bastard."

Yet despite the insults... none of them actually moved.

Because every person gathered beneath the ancient tree understood one undeniable truth: Mister Mysteries possessed the strength to back up his arrogance.

This wasn’t speculation, nor was it reputation. He had challenged them before—more than once—and every single time, he had escaped.

Which meant only one thing.

The eccentric old man standing before Ethan... was himself an Angel.

"We’re not sending him blindly."

Zeron finally broke the silence.

"We’ll provide every resource the kingdom can spare. Weapons. Information. Routes. Safe houses. Contacts."

He rubbed his temples before reluctantly adding one final sentence.

"And yes..."

"We’ll return the Thirteen-Step Disaster Token."

At those words, Mister Mysteries’ eyes narrowed ever so slightly. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"So that’s what this was about."

Zeron sighed.

"You’ve wanted that relic back ever since we confiscated it. We know you. This entire argument was simply another excuse to negotiate."

Mister Mysteries didn’t bother denying it. Instead, he grinned shamelessly.

"Well... it worked, didn’t it?"

Several Angels simultaneously rolled their eyes. Even Martin looked as though he’d developed a headache.

Zeron ignored the interruption.

"We’ll support Ethan with everything we possess. But..."

His voice grew heavier.

"We cannot guarantee his safety."

This time... he wasn’t looking at Mister Mysteries, nor Martin, nor even Ethan.

Instead, his gaze shifted toward two young women standing quietly beneath the shade of the great tree.

Hela. Ella.

The twins instinctively stiffened.

"He isn’t embarking on an ordinary mission."

"He’s fighting for the chance to become a Tier Five Summoner. ."

"If he succeeds... his chances of becoming the youngest Demi-God in the recorded history of Bark will skyrocket."

The words echoed quietly throughout the clearing.

"And afterward... he’ll earn the right to enter the Bastion of Humanity."

Even among the Angels, those words carried extraordinary weight.

The Bastion was no ordinary place. It represented the summit of human civilization—the gathering place of humanity’s greatest heroes.

To enter before reaching old age was almost unheard of.

"But achieving something unprecedented..." Zeron continued. "...requires facing unprecedented danger."

"We won’t lie to you. His life will be at risk every single day."

"There is every possibility... he may never return."

No one interrupted him. No one tried to offer comforting words—there weren’t any.

After a long silence, Zeron slowly folded his hands together.

"As such... the Lord has made one final recommendation."

His gaze remained fixed upon Hela and Ella.

"We believe Ethan should marry before he departs."

The words landed like a thunderclap.

"So that... if the worst should happen... he leaves this world without regret."

Neither twin spoke. Neither even breathed.

"If he survives and returns..." Zeron continued quietly. "...then everything changes."

"A young Demi-God. The youngest in Bark’s history. A man personally acknowledged by the World Tree."

He gave a faint smile.

"At that point... House Dracontis won’t be the only family seeking his hand."

His meaning was unmistakable.

Today, Ethan was merely a rising genius.

Tomorrow... he could become the most desirable man in the entire kingdom.

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