Chivalry Of A Failed Knight Light Novel English นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I reply lamely. “What the fuck do you mean by that!?” I wiggle my wrist out of his hold and scowl at him. “It means mind your own business in case you need me to translate. I suggest you leave before I wake Jonathan up to throw your ass out.” I taunted, knowing that would set him off. Thankfully, Jonathan had retired to bed ten minutes ago. I applaud myself mentally, for pretending to be strong instead of bawling my eyes out. I couldn't let him know that his engagement with the devil affects me a lot. He would later laugh at me with his wife. ‘Poor Meredith probably caught feelings’

They should have offered me a chair if they would question me for a long time. “Sister Mathilda, you are aware why you are here, correct?” The knight next to their sovereign asked. I remembered him, he was the arbiter on Gabriel and Felix’s match. I replied politely, “Yes, sir.” “Can you narrate what happened that night?” And then I did for the second time, but I left out the part where I played hero with my sisters and made sure that I rendered Philip solely as the evil. After my spot-on and dramatic narration, the war between me and the knights finally started.

All of them widened their eyes. A split second after touching down on the sand, the knight started to wriggle before his movements came to an abrupt end. The centaur's attack proved fatal, as it passed right through his heart. He could only grasp the cause of his death since he was an A-rank. That happened as a result of his falling for the enemy's trap and underestimating the two black knights with their impressive armour. "I spotted two weird people... their armour is even better than the imperial knights'!" The assailants' leader radiated greed and selfishness.

“Our tutor said your name means light—something bright that guides people in the dark. He said light never disappears, no matter how dark it gets.” He looked at me with quiet certainty. “Helen, you’ll get better too.”

The barrier was breaking. I drew my sword. If we died, we died as heroes. As men and women of honour! “We fight, for each other! For the side of light!” My fellow knights raised their swords, crying out in unison, “For the side of light!” At once a blinding white light enveloped us out of nowhere, sending me to my knees. Suddenly, I was shrouded in darkness, unable to move or speak. I grunted, feeling my body convulse as if being pulled in every direction at once. A voice reverberated through my very being, sending chills down my spine.

Gwen said, her eyes sparkling with barely hidden amusement. "Yes," Charles confirmed enthusiastically. "A manuscript from the... uh... sixteenth century. Very rare. About... knights." Sixteenth century? Knights? Even I knew medieval knights came from much earlier. "How interesting," I managed, taking a long sip of my drink. Gwen shot me a look that clearly said, "what crap did you bring here?" and I couldn't blame her.

Blame her baby body for being too young and too weak to do anything. "P-pardon your highness." The knight stammered as his clothes with in his armor soaked with his cold sweat. [This royal princes are really scary.Π • Π)~→] The knight thought feeling the pressure from both royal empires prince. "Be more understanding and get out! We will be out in a bit." Felix Yelled in dissatisfaction. "This knight will withdrew." The knight kneeled once and got up with beads of sweats trickling down his forehead.

I removed my arm around Drake and stepped forward, but he stopped me. "What the f*****g hell are you thinking? No." Drake asked annoyed. I gave him a reassuring smile. "I'm fine. Don't worry." I said and took off his hand off my waist. Gradually my eyes turned red. "Take her." Said the queen to the Knights. The Knights immediately rushed towards me. Gradually my sword became brighter. When it was enveloped in white light, I stabbed it on the floor which caused the crack of my stand and the stand of the Knights coming towards me. A lightning bolt came out of it and towards the direction of the Knights. It knocked them off their feet and some died. Thunders can be heard.

He choked, coughed, and lashed out with such a string of curses that my innocent phrase seemed like a quote from the Bright Saint’s Testament next to it. How could they? To suspect the first knight of the kingdom of such acts! That was something they could never atone for even with their blood! The worst sin of all! Thralls of the Bright Saint burn such people along with the heretics! Abigail’s colors changed right along with his, as I demonstrated my righteous anger. Even Eventually, Rudolph calmed down, and I continued to slay. “Actually, right when they started, I asked them if I understood them correctly, and then challenged them both to a duel. I didn’t want to kill them, but Marquis Ti