I Can Summon Legendary Figuress

"Excuse me, friend. Did I hear you speaking about the Bastion selection tomorrow?"

As the group received their orders, the young man from the Senos Monarchy approached their table, a wine glass firmly held in his left hand.

His red, blazing hair moved gently with every step, almost like silk dancing in the wind. It was one of the distinctive features of the Senos people, and on him, it only added to his elegant appearance.

He was tall, well-built, and dressed in expensive clothing that immediately revealed his status. There was an air of nobility around him, but more importantly, there was confidence—the kind possessed by someone who had rarely been told no.

"Ah? Yes," Ethan nodded calmly. "The selection is why I’m here."

In truth, Ethan had only arrived in Ascension City that very day. They had spent weeks traveling through the inner territories before finally reaching the citadel beneath the peak, deliberately avoiding unnecessary attention during the journey.

He knew very little about the local figures. Aside from those associated with the Bastion who had already contacted him, he didn’t know anyone in the city, so he didn’t immediately recognize the young scion.

"That’s wonderful," the young man smiled smoothly. "The Bastion is truly a beacon of dreams for those who wish to chase it." He raised his glass toward Ethan. "To your dreams and hopes!"

His final words echoed throughout the restaurant, causing several nearby conversations to halt. Some patrons looked toward the young man with admiration, believing he was simply encouraging a newcomer chasing his aspirations.

Ethan wasn’t fooled, and neither were a few of the more experienced onlookers nearby.

There was a subtle condescension hidden beneath the young man’s polished smile. He wasn’t genuinely praising Ethan; he was implying that the Bastion was nothing more than an unreachable fantasy.

The malice was masked, but Ethan caught it immediately—especially when the young man’s gaze shifted toward Ella and Hela, lingering on them just a second too long.

Ethan understood the game: the young heir wanted to humiliate him in front of the two women. His expression remained completely unbothered as he waited for the act to unfold.

"I am Mora of the Heavenly Flame Manor," the young man finally introduced himself. "I’ll be joining the Ascendant faction. What about you?"

Mora casually pulled out a vacant chair and sat down without waiting for an invitation, setting his wine glass on the table with absolute entitlement.

The name Heavenly Flame Manor drew immediate murmurs from the dining hall. The manor was a premier pillar within the Senos Monarchy, and Mora had openly declared his allegiance to one of the Bastion’s internal power blocs.

Most aspirants in Ascension City knew the Bastion had factions, but rarely knew their inner workings. Announcing a faction placement prior to the trials implied ironclad connections, deep talent, and guaranteed qualification.

"Ascendant?" Ethan raised an eyebrow. Having never heard of it, he simply shook his head. "I don’t know what factions there are."

Mora’s grin widened, genuine amusement surfacing in his eyes. A rustic who didn’t even know the factions had come to challenge the grand selection?

Mora leaned back, preparing a grandiose lecture to cement his superiority.

Ethan, however, interrupted him before he could speak.

"I did get this, though." Ethan reached casually into his spatial storage. "I was told to show it to the testers after passing the initial stage."

He pulled out a small, metallic medallion and tossed it across the table.

Mora caught it instinctively. He glanced down with an indifferent smirk, noting the unadorned, modest design—until his eyes locked onto the engraving.

The smirk vanished instantly.

His pupils contracted into pinpricks, his breath hitched, and his fingers clamped violently around the metal. For several suffocating seconds, he stared in pure, unadulterated horror.

His grip went completely limp.

*Clang.*

The medallion slipped from his trembling fingers, striking the polished floorboards.

"The..." Mora’s voice cracked into a hoarse whisper, all color draining from his face. "The Dawn faction?"

His teeth began to chatter uncontrollably.

The surrounding patrons stared in utter confusion, caught off guard by the arrogant heir’s sudden breakdown.

The Dawn faction. Even the most uninformed wanderer recognized that name—it wasn’t merely a faction; it was *the* faction.

The Dawn faction stood as the absolute summit of the Bastion, possessing unbroken lineage from humanity’s golden age and commanding profound influence across all four kingdoms. Its induction requirements were notoriously brutal, operating strictly on personal invitation rather than open application.

How could an unknown traveler casually possess a Dawn token?

Mora’s mind spiraled into panic. Someone within the supreme leadership of the Dawn faction had personally endorsed this young man—a privilege Mora couldn’t buy despite his pedigree, S-ranked summon, and extensive preparations.

Mora slowly lifted his gaze to meet Ethan’s eyes, stripped entirely of his earlier arrogance.

Ethan stood up calmly, walked around the table, and retrieved the token from the floor. He casually wiped the dust from its surface against his shirt before sliding it back into storage.

Looking at Mora, a faint, dry smile touched Ethan’s lips. "Yeah. I was told it might be useful."

Mora’s jaw hung open, unable to form a coherent response.

*Useful?* To describe the most coveted authority token in human territory as merely *useful* was sheer madness.

Ethan hadn’t even grasped the full political weight of the item. To him, it was simply a parting gift from Ulric—an Angel serving directly under the Supreme God Karth—who had handed it over without pomp or ceremony.

The difference in their standing wasn’t a gap; it was an abyss.

Hushed whispers rippled through the dining hall:

"Who is that man?"

"How does he hold a Dawn medallion?"

"Is he a hidden scion from the central dynasties?"

Ethan paid them no mind, returning to his seat to take a sip of water. Ella watched him with an amused smirk, while Hela quietly bit her lip to suppress a laugh.

Mora caught their expressions, his face burning with intense humiliation. He had approached the table to flaunt his minor connection to the Ascendants, only to walk headfirst into the highest authority in the realm.

Forcing his trembling composure together, Mora managed a strained, hollow compliment. "That’s... quite impressive."

Ethan glanced up. "Thank you."

Mora waited for further boasting or posturing, but Ethan simply resumed drinking his water with total indifference—a silence that made the humiliation infinitely sharper.

Mora pushed himself up from the table, his movements stiff. "I suppose we’ll see each other tomorrow."

Ethan gave a polite nod. "Probably."

Mora spun around and retreated toward his entourage, his pace far faster than when he had arrived.

Behind him, the restaurant buzzed with speculation, but Ethan tuned it out completely. The grand selection awaited them at dawn, and whatever trials lay past the citadel gates, he would handle them when the sun rose.

For now, the food was hot, and he intended to enjoy his meal.

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