Captain Renard Grimm Novels & Stories

I guess he has been into a lot of battles and he delivers an aura of a genuine leader. His veins were visible in his hands like the roots of a tree nurtured on good soil, enough sunlight, and has survived amidst all the catastrophes. “I’m Captain Orley Nebuchister El Katanaga De Casteganio Ellisto Puedonito Bastamtike.” I tried not to laugh after hearing his short name. “Your name sounds honorable, Sir. But it’s lengthy and easy to forget. I would suggest you change it into a cooler one like… red beard. Captain Red Beard of the West.”

Just as Pretty Girl didn’t want to get stuck with me, I didn’t want to get stuck with him. I only took a few steps before the crowd started backing into me. The men in the trees had emerged. There was one leader, identifiable by his superior armour and flashier sword, followed by six men carrying swords without fancy engravings on their blades, which looked very sharp nonetheless. “Please remain calm,” said the leader. “I am Captain Lari Grayson. I’m here to help.” I could understand what he was saying, but for some reason it didn’t feel like English. If I stared at his lips as he spoke, the words didn’t quite fit. But this made it harder to listen to what he was saying, so I decided to conc

At the same time, two figures at the bottom of the hillside were slowly making their way to the barren graveyard. The person in front wore red garments, while the person behind was in a wheelchair. This wheelchair was built with high quality materials and workmanship. It was entirely mechanical and automatic. Even sliding down the hill would feel as steady as walking on the ground. “Master, did Senior Silas call you because of my boss?” Jim asked. “Yes. Renard has emerged from his seclusion,” Maxime said with a nod. “He’s now on his way to Regal Palace to exact his vengeance on your boss.”