Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights

Chapter 512: Class III

Benjamin stared at his centaur, the desire in his eyes slowly turning into hate. It was this centaur’s fault. It was twisting his mind, just like they said. He needed to get rid of it.

This thing had ruined his life. He was at the bottom of the barrel now. The very bottom.

Once, he had been something close to the golden boy. Now, Lilly was hurt because of him, and his parents barely went anywhere with him anymore. Their reasons were genuine. They were trying to keep him safe.

But he knew the sad truth. He’d brought humiliation to the entire family. They loved him and paid the price for it.

Benjamin’s teary eyes, burning with hate, reflected in the centaur’s pitch-black eyes. It took three steps backward.

Right then, Benjamin remembered.

Guilt sprung up in his heart as memories flickered through his eyes. He remembered teaching the centaur how to play basketball; he recalled how they played, laughed, and talked about the differences between their worlds.

To think he would turn his hate to the only person that was willing to face the world for him.

”Retrieve the centaur. Immediately!” The policeman that spoke earlier warned testily.

The centaur turned sharply, glaring at the policeman.

He flinched, summoning a jaguar in response.

Benjamin retrieved his centaur. He knew what they’d do to it.

While the policeman led Benjamin to the car, the other one admonished Cole and Fred. Old Man Adam didn’t pay attention to what he had been saying, but he heard this part.

”...What you boys did wasn’t right. Holding up a Humanoid Summoner and beating him up could get you in serious trouble,” the policeman said.

The boys nodded reluctantly.

”Leave the police job to the police. Now go home. It’s late,” he said. Watching them leave, the policeman cursed. ’Have those kids lost their minds? Beating a Humanoid Summoner was the worst thing they could have ever done.’

The policeman turned, folding his arms as he gazed at Benjamin. The young man sat in the vehicle, his head low.

’He could have snapped and killed them. Not just them. This entire district might have been facing a madman on a killing spree. These Humanoid Summoners...’ His face scrunched up. Then, his eyes drifted to the Old Man still standing there.

He approached.

”Those boys targeted him,” Old Man Adam said. He gave the policeman a cold look, then continued his journey, his voice drifting back.

”Those boys targeted him. I see the way you and your partner looked at him. I don’t see a predator like you do, but cornered prey.”

Old Man Adam didn’t know the policeman’s reaction to what he said, but it couldn’t have done much. That boy would come back marked with a cuff that would determine his social status.

What had Earth become? Class had always existed. Intelligent beings seemed incapable of living without such distinctions, especially those fortunate enough to stand on the better end. But this... he wanted to speak up, but who would listen?

These people were afraid of becoming prey to Humanoid Summoners. They had a legitimate reason to fear their rise, but was this the only way out?

His walk was supposed to last a few minutes, but it felt like a minute hadn’t gone by. Old Man Adam stared at the orphanage’s gate, his eyes clear of the questions that encumbered his return.

Exhaling heavily, he eased the gate open and went in.

The moment he opened the door, the warmth and chatter of children welcomed him. They gathered around two eight-year-olds. A woman had a warm smile on her face as she watched them throw questions at the two in their midst.

She saw Old Man Adam and hurried over.

”What’s going on?” He asked. They would usually be in bed at this time.

”Two of them...” The woman’s eyes lit up. ”They awakened summons. One of them got a baby dragon!”

”A dragon.” He smiled at the girl his staff pointed at.

”Max got an elf.” She pointed at the boy. ”You have to see it yourself, the elf was...”

She went on. The hairs on Old Man Adam’s forearms rose. He wasn’t horrified by the child’s summon. That could never be it. He was horrified by the world Max was about to enter.

That little boy would never be able to sit in the same place with that little girl again, not without being ridiculed. Those small wrists were bound to carry cuffs signifying his class for the rest of his life.

Benjamin’s battered face flashed before his eyes.

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