A Chivalry Of The Failed Knight Season 2 の小説・ストーリー

Chris laughed nervously. Sienna didn't say anything. Not because Brandon would try to kill him, but because thinking of him made her miserable. She wished this night would just end. Second party ruined by that bastard. Chris continued, "I did hear this one time that they were on a co-op and BT was trapped by like 3 guys, and they were dunking his head in this barrel of water and trying to choke him with a rope! And BT grabbed his knife even though his head was submerged, stabbed the guy to his left, slit the other guy's throat, and the one who had the rope around his neck, flipped him then choked him with his own rope!"

The clatter of hooves grew louder, and in an instant, the clash of wood and metal rang out as the lances struck. There's gasps and screams as both Knights stagger and right to remain in their horse until the left one falls off and then there's a cheer. Ahvi gripped my hand chuckling with excitement. One by one, each knights proved their strength and ferocity. Lord Cromwell lanced well too but eventually fell off his horse leaving Ahvi disappointed. Finally, it came to the last two contestant. Thrystan and Sirius. The crowd cheered and held their breath in anticipation as both men prepared to joust.

I don't want to discourage the knights and the people who are hearing dad's voice. "Tsk" dad just hissed and didn't said anything more. After that, we just silently watched the knight swing their sword "Those who wasn't able to continue swinging their swords until they finished 1000 swings, leave the hall now. You failed obviously" As he said these words, more than half of the knights who are swinging a while ago left the hall with a down expression. 'I felt bad for them but by being a knight, you have to fit on the qualification so I just erased my pity on them

------------------------------------------------------------------------ ICW V2 V2" Today's Guests is My long death student V4! So how does it feel to be labeled as a failed Version and to have your head removed from your body by V0 all because you wussed out on killing a witch?" Galahad" Pretty good, it was really worth it because she isn't evil." V2" It doesn't matter, it was your mission. I taught you better than this!!" Galahad" But is it right to kill someone just because she's a witch? This is madness!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------

I say nothing, wishing I could resurrect Alaric Knight daily, so I could kill him in new, and increasingly inventive ways, every day. “He’d do it with two fingers,” Kieran goes on. “Here.” He taps the hinge of his jaw, just below his ear. “Like he was sizing up an animal at market. I had to stand very still and look him in the eye while he told me exactly how I’d failed. If I flinched, or cried... that was proof he’d been right about me.” My hands curl into fists under the cloak. “He didn’t hit me that much,” Kieran adds. “He didn’t have to. That was worse. The way he held me still before he told me I was a failure.”

The best kind. Loyal to a fault. Reminding Bast so much of his twin. Chavias shared Alazareth’s quiet wisdom but didn’t miss what passions were to be had. Like me. The day of the Great Battle had taken much from the Forever Knights. Raese Merlinus was knocked from the sky and never seen again. Sebastian knew he’d see no reflection of Raese in the orb. I’ve tried countless times… So, he concentrated on Chavias. Still nothing. Somehow both men were hidden from Bast’s sight…Or dead. But I doubt that for Chavias. He’s far too precious a tool for Radix to cast aside.

A sleek black Maybach screeched to a halt in front of me, its tires cruelly splashing a wave of muddy water from a puddle, soaking me to the skin. The car door swung open, and Nolan stepped out, his bodyguards forming a tight circle around him. His eyes locked onto the urn cradled in my arms, and for a moment, he froze, then his face twisted with anger. "Lena was right. You're really going all out with this charade, even getting yourself an urn to play the part in this rain!" He grabbed the urn from me and hurled it to the ground. I felt a surge of rage. Ignoring the pain racking my body, I dove for the urn and, thankfully, caught it just in time.

And he starts laughing. “My death doesn’t matter,” he says, blood already bubbling up out of his lips. “You’ve already surrendered the crown. Lycan rule is over.” Alexander towers over Coltain, regarding him calmly, almost pityingly. Only I know the pain from the silver disintegrating his skin beneath his battle gear is slowly eating at him. I can feel it through our bond. “I did surrender the crown,” Alexander concedes. “And I shall equally kill anyone else who tries to hold me to it.”

” Varis asks The knight first removes his helmet and begins using his silk scarf to wipe off the sweat from his ratty nose “What Failure you ask? Well you shoot a flare just to let us find you with some rag ridden peasant pig hunters. And one of your men spoils my damn kill!” The knight spits at my direction, and signals the others to ride off, but before he leaves he also kicks Varkii in the back of his head laughing as he does it. Varkii doesn’t react, he cannot react. That man was a knight after all; he could be hanged for speaking out against him.

"I am the girl who is so ready to fuck you up right now if you do not return back what you fucking stole from me. You are so pathetic Jason, stopping so low just to prank me in order to soothe your sick, disgusting ego. I guess you wanted my attention. Now you have it. I want my key back as well." He chuckles. "Tasha, Tasha," he tsks in a sing-song manner. "You have really changed a lot. I do not really like this new version of you. By the way, where is your knight in shining armor?" He looks behind me. "Did he leave you here alone to face me with your new bestie?" "I do not need him to treat your fuck up Jason." I fire back. "He has better things to do than wasting his precious time on you.