Novel & Cerita Black Clover Knight Ranks

He has bestowed the name ' Anderson ' after his teacher, Andrew Channing who was the head knight of Light Armada. The Claramay's knights are divided into two. Light Armada and Night Renegades. Light Armada is a knight squad that protected the Claramay's out in the open while Night Renegades are the ones who protected them in the shadows. Even if these quadrants belong to the same house, they do not get along with one another.

His lips curled with a smile. HUNTERS/MAGIC knights ranking system; 1.) Squire: 530-PL: Rank D 2.) Officer: 845-PL: Rank C 3.) Knight: 1150-PL: Rank B 4.) Commander: 1450-PL: Rank A 5.) Supreme Commander: Rank S 6.) Vedic Knights. PS: PL= Power Level. *** I am already A-Ranked, only two more to become one of the strongest Knight in the world. Am I great or what? Such thoughts flooded his mind. Why wouldn’t it? It was his dream to strongest in the world. That was the only way to get what he wanted.

"I don't need you to protect me. Your love will be enough for me to fight till my last breath." ~ Regan "My love for you is mercenary. Don't expect something that you will never get from me." ~ Lincoln . . . Regan Wells (Maria Turgenev) It started the day in senior high, a game of revenge that I was unaware of at that time. He starts the battle of the unknown with me, a girl with a lost memory against him, a handsome bully with his demons.

I said with a dignified expression and looked at the person at the right side as a sign to start introducing "I am knight Alex Rigwario! Rank 7 your highness" "Don't bother to say your surname for now, just names" I said. Since commoners uses names it might be awkward for them because aside from Hyden, all of them are commoners "I am Carsilio rank 2!" "I am Ridan rank 4!" "I am Jonas rank 7! "i am Hyden rank 1!" "I am Kester rank 3!" "I am Josh rank 9!" "I am Miguel rank 16!" "I am Kris rank 6!"

"A Divine Knight?!" Chief Gregor had mentioned that it was the highest and most powerful rank of knights above the Standard Knights and Grand Knights. They served to protect the king and were with them at all times. And it was Arth’s dream to become one someday. "It was a long time ago, Arth. But I was replaced when the king I was supposed to protect had died eighteen years ago," said Lucas with a frowned face. Replaced? Oh right. There could only be one divine knight on each kingdom of Earthos, Arth thought.

Dragon Knights. Dust stirred as the red robes rose. The golden dragon rampaged and stomped on 10,000 knights. This was the most mysterious, battle-hardened, and epoch-making heavy-armored combat cavalry of the Clarke family on Arcadia Island! This mysterious cavalry once guarded the rise and fall of the Clarke family. In historical records, their figures appeared even during the moment of survival of the country! They lived for the country and the people. They would die also for the country and the people!

"For valour beyond the call of duty, for excellence in combat against the enemies of Light, and for maintaining the highest ideals of our sacred Order, I hereby name you Knight-Captain of the Eastern Marches." The blade touched each shoulder with a ring of consecrated steel. "Rise, Knight-Captain Kaelen Dawnblade, and know that the Light shines through you." The gathered knights erupted in approval, fists beating against breastplates in the traditional salute. Kaelen stood, overwhelmed by the honour and the responsibility it carried. Knight-Captain: only twelve held such rank in all the realm. "Your father would be proud," Aldric murmured as the ceremony concluded. "As am I."

A cluster of Gideon’s knights emerged from the edge of the hall, their armor polished, their movements sharp even here. One of them—broad-shouldered, scar slanting across his brow—lifted his goblet. “We are not poets. We are not courtiers. We are knights. And this man—our Commander—” His voice carried, pride woven through every syllable, “—is the reason most of us still draw breath.” Murmurs rippled, softer this time, respectful.

"Well, that changed when I became your number one knight." George rolled his eyes. His feet moved again and took him to stand in front of the dirty knight. "You could always ask for something better to wear." "What? Too dirty for your liking, your majesty?" Anthony chuckled, shoving the king gently. Anthony liked his attire. His ripped black jeans with custom made knee pads over them. The leather strap across his chest that held a sword or a bow (it depended on the day, really). The metal chest pad over his green sweater—the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muddy and scarred arms after each day. The black cloak tied around his neck. It was just him, and he couldn't imagine himself in anything

Enough to keep her mother safe, to keep them both alive, and if possible happy, and provided with the most basic necessities. Even though, it seemed to be risky. It truly seemed that she didn’t have a choice. Slowly, she exhaled. “Fine,” she said quietly. “I’ll, I’ll try it.” Neither of them knew that a single decision would change Aria’s life forever. Because somewhere across the city, Roman Knight, the most powerful man in the capital, was about to walk into Sapphire Club.