Novel & Cerita A Knight Of The Word

Yet, only to find that he was silent because he was shaking his head "I'm afraid not yet, my lord," the knight said with a respectful voice but his face suddenly turned out quite bitter just by hearing the word Sinanegrie - because the knight knew what it was and he never wanted to know more than anything about it. Though, he can't help but inform the duke that the previous information was only the information that he had and no current ones

Aisha smiled. Kent told her the true goal of a knight is to attain peace and duty’s end with his soul broken permanently his life in the world was severely limited. He made do with what time he had left quoting a famous verse in the book of the knights. “Only in death does duty end.” Kent said with a smile. Aisha felt the pain in his voice was true he no longer had anything to lose but everything to give as they walked back to the palace the forest seemed to cry out grieving in his pain.

Knight's presence greeted me as I entered, his voice laden with disapproval. "You're wrong for planning to throw that ball, Lucius," he admonished, his tone laced with frustration. "Pretending as if you haven't found your mate already and treating her like she's nothing but a pawn." His words struck a nerve, igniting a spark of defiance within me. "It's not about pretending," I retorted, my voice edged with frustration. "It's about maintaining the stability of the pack." We sparred verbally, each word a jab aimed at the heart of our differences. Knight's loyalty to me was unwavering, yet his unwavering commitment to honor and integrity often clashed with my own decisions.

The older knight sitting across Sir Adam–Sir Jackson Celestine, a member of royalty through the first Queen whistled in awe as he grinned, looking unfairly amused despite the situation, “Damn, you seriously memorized that for this, Sir Sanscroft?” “Sir Celestine, Sir Sanscroft…” Sir Adam murmured in warning, coughing within his fist, and not-so-subtly stepped on the older knight’s foot. Jin ignored Sir Jackson’s theatrical whine of pain, smirking smugly and clearly enjoying the very uncomfortable looks on some of the other knights’ faces as he subjected them all with his silver-gray gaze, “Correct me if I am wrong but that is the law, yes?” He who knows the law... is the law itself.

That’s an imperial order! The knights didn’t hesitate to implore the hard way… Even if it means them using military magic to kill me… Military magic is the magic they use for killing and for war…it’s basically a high grade offensive magic! One of the knights swung his sword at me and a blast of sword aura flew through the air in my direction… I barely managed to evade it… This situation is really bad! I have to get out of here right now!

He was the perfect example of a knight in his prime. A woman, which was carrying a child in her arms, passed him. He just looked her, under his eyes and gave a comment that did not fit a knight. The wizard just watched. "Spare a coin," the war veteran pleaded. The knight just passes by the war veteran, not paying attention to his petitions. "What kind of a noble knight are you?" "I'm a lion that doesn't care the opinion of sheep." Chivalry, however, fell to low branches, the wizard thought. This was never the case. What have these times come to?

The day of the return of the knights, led by Keane Clementine, had come. Outside the palace, the people were waiting for them. Many women stood by, expecting to see who they believed was the most striking man in the Kingdom of Grellis- Keane Clementine, the king’s cousin. In their mind, the king was equally gorgeous as his cousin, but Keane’s attitude hailed him as the most stunning. He was a laid-back and charming person. Similar to the king, the famous knight also had iced-blue eyes but partnered by his silver hair. He was the kind of man no woman could resist.

The man who was hiding exactly who that knight was. “Captain Harold Jackson, the Black OmniKnight. Yeah, you’ll be perfect.” The man whispered to himself. Harold, the knight, felt a disturbance in the air. He could feel something was wrong and was on guard. He held the hilt of his sword on his hip. The moment he sensed something, he swung his sword, simultaneously unsheathing it. “Kyaa!” Harold stopped his sword just before hitting his target. The target was a young woman dressed in the castle’s servant clothing. The girl was on the floor and was trembling in fear.

The knight didn't move as he was asked and simply replied. "I am Klaus, a knight of the emperor." "My father?" Alesteria was now perplexed at his response, but she thought about it and it could be plausible. Still, she wouldn't just believe him immediately "How dwo I know you awe nwot dwecweiving me?" Klaus, with no hesitation, recited the God's pledge. "I swear in the name of the Gods and his majesty that I am not deceiving her royal highness nor am I forsaking this pledge."

“Glennwood? I have never known anyone by that name. And you say I killed this man? I think you must have the wrong person. I’m sorry for your loss, uhh… sir. But can you tell me more?” The man’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t believe you.” Still barring the way in front of me, Cillium began to snarl. I laid a hand on my young knight's shoulder, quieting him. I could feel the tension within him with or without his ability. I felt the same. *Do we attack, Alpha?* Surry’s voice came from behind us.