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Zachary beside me sighed and kneel on his knees to get a better look at my arms since I am sitting and he's six-foot-tall. “I am sorry, Mere…I just can't let people hurt you. You are the sweetest person in the whole world and I know that you did nothing wrong. What is the worst that you could do? ” he says slowly, inspecting my arms. And just like that, the first tear trickled down my cheek. I was so ashamed when Zachary said those things to me. I was far from the sweetest person in the world. No, Zachary was wrong. I didn't deserve to be treated like a fragile glass.

Nice to make your acquaintance ( He remarks in a calm voice though Alex felt something odd about him ) ALEXANDER : Good day everyone. It would seem you all know my name but out of courtesy I shall still introduce myself; My name is Alexander Kalas, Commander of the Holy knights and a servant of his holiness. nice to make your acquaintance ( He remarks with a half bow after which he puts his head up to introduce his comrades)… and this are my most trusted allies.. The Vanguard of the Holy knights; The thirteen. ARTHUR : The name is Arthur ( With a smile on his face as he pointed to himself with his thumb)

He turned his attention to the daemon who was crouching next to the dead guard. Clavier took off the guard’s helmet and saw nothing but a skeleton underneath the silver armor. Of course, these were the undead soldiers. Angel of Death’s loyal followers in the Kingdom of Moon Goddess. Once he was cast out, his army followed. Damn it, Clavier cursed. Knights of Death was the undead. He didn’t know the organization was the Knights of Death from the Moon Goddess’ Kingdom. All these times, he thought they adopted the name because of the things they were about to do. He didn’t expect they were the original owners of the name.

“Good afternoon, Sir Rowan. I’m Zen, a representative from the main camp that Gunter sent to assist Stoneberry Keep’s situation.” Sir Rowan was an old knight, older than Zen thought was possible. He was as thin as a twig with a long white beard and bushy brows. The elderly knight had a matted look in his eyes, indicating his impaired vision and needed someone to repeat Zen’s words into his ears, indicating his hearing difficulties. Yet, his poise remained grandiose as it did at the peak of his career. Deeply humbled by the NPC’s incredible presence, Zen lowered his head as a sign of respect to the knight.

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 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.

Nighttime and drowned in his world the gaint didn't realize a small figure running through the dark, from the opposite side of the alley, right towards him. ~ BAM~ The phone went down on the street with a loud clank sound, which was once in the hands of the gaint just mere seconds ago. The clash between that small figure and gaint caused both of them to fall hard to the ground. "WHAT THE FUCKING HELL... "

COPYRIGHT ©️ 2020 AUTHOR ANIKA ALL RIGHTS RESERVED It was a pleasant sunny day when the guards opened the giant black metal gates of the Knight Mansion and a speeding Red Audi R8 limited edition sports car slid into the driveway. Christian Knight stepped out of his car in a charcoal grey suit, seething in rage, and slammed the door of the car shut with a rude bang. He strode towards the gorgeous Italian-styled Knight Mansion crossing the expanded water fountain. The house helper opened the magnificent mahogany door and respectfully greeted him, but Christian ignored it. “Where is Grandpa?” He asked, his nostrils flaming in anger.

Every now and then, her head turns his way as if she is searching for something. “Sixty million creds!” A Knight shouted. Everyone turns to stare at the man in metal armor. A chill runs down their spine as the man steps forward. His long dark hair is tied with a band and his dark tobacco stained lips curl into a smile. He is taller than most of the men in the room, almost at 6 feet 1 inch. His gaze is on Roseanne and she squirms in disgust. She knows who he is. The Knight is Sir Stefan Vronsky, the best fighter in the Royal Army.

I admitted. “Who exactly are you?” I asked, studying him carefully. This was only the second time I had met him, yet there was something unique about him. A special aura I could not quite describe. Something noble. Ancient. Mysterious. “Like I said before, I’m Karl,” he answered. “And I am the Head of the Moon Guardian Knights.” He placed a hand over his chest and gave a gentlemanly bow. “Okay.” “So you’re a knight belonging to some secret organization.”