Novel & Cerita Chivalry Of A Failed Knight Light Novels

"Mister, you are far from home, aren't you?" The young man's eyes rotates toward my direction, "W-What do you mean?" Don't tell me.. he read my book and transmigrated into it too? I inquire, "You transmigrated into my story 'A Thousand Canola Blossom', didn't you?" He indulges in a state of confusion. Finally, he says in denial, "Your story? Don't you mean.. MY story 'Brotherhood of Blades'?" I blink. His story? Wait. Don't tell me..

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

Majori’s POV: I… am not dead? With great effort, I lifted my eyelids, feeling exhaustion deep to the bone. The first thing I saw was a high ceiling covered in old European motifs. The gilded patterns had faded with time, forming roses and winding grapevines that intertwined like a frozen garden suspended in the air. At the center hung a massive crystal chandelier, its glass droplets scattering faint light across the ceiling cold, yet exquisitely beautiful. This… was the room Vincent had given me when I first came to the Silverfang Pack.

I couldn't understand her anymore. I thought Father was just having an illusion when he said that the Crown Princess is unreadable. But now I realize that he was right, she's a book with an empty pages. I kneel down and lowered my head. "With all my heart, I swear to God that I will offer you my loyalty, my life, and my soul. I will serve you in the name of noble Lavescha, I will be your knight." I couldn't wait to read the empty pages when I found that the stories was totally hidden. This isn't as bad as what I expected...

Makil felt the old, familiar walls inside him rise, higher and thicker, their stones mortared with the memory of his brother’s broken eyes. “A fair audience,” he said, standing. “Of course, Father. I shall be the very picture of chivalry.” He left before the King could see the ice forming in his soul.---The Sun Parlor was a misnomer today. Late afternoon light, weak and diluted by high, thin cloud, strained through the tall leaded windows, doing little to lift the room’s oppressive grandeur. Gilt edged everything. Tapestries depicting mercifully bloodless victories hung between shelves of leather-bound books no one ever read. It was a room for show, and today’s show was a farce.

So, hitting him one more time is fine, at least according to me. But…I won't. I'm a generous person. I put the plan off. “Your wound.” I bite back. “At least my clumsiness isn't making an impact on my image, but yours looks real bad.” “Wounds look good on men.” He boasts, appearing like a proud peacock. “It's a symbol of chivalry.” “What are you? A medieval knight?” I press my lips together, making a hard attempt not to burst into laughter. That is a failed attempt.

The knights are out but from the renovation it is obvious they would be back. Moving with my head hanging low and my hands folded I stumbled upon an iron surface, a ting of pain as I looked up , meeting with that of an emerald pair, the face void of a smile. Anakim, the one who seems to despise the sight of me. The iron surface, his knights' regalia. In a world filled with foes he has managed to top them all. He never hesitates to cast me the deadliest glares, he wasn't the most delighted to hear of the news of me becoming a Royal's closest maid servant.

"Bedivere stop talking like that! Please... It hurts." "I'm sorry for leaving you like this but I can really feel myself getting weaker. Prince Aurelius really eased the pain and unblocked my lungs but it's the end of the road for me. Princess, I hope that I was able to be a good knight. I didn't really like you at first but you made me fall in love with you. I never married. I never had a daughter, but you... Even if you didn't come from me, I felt like you were my blood. And if I were given a choice I would take this spear again just to let you live and marry this man. So, please... As my last wish... Please tell Althreya that she is my queen now and forever... I'll be waiting for her... i

The knight stood dazzling in the darkness, he had no eyes hence Axel could not see his face. Turning to his right, Axel saw a sword shimmering in blue flame, he quickly took it and took a defense stand. "If you lose, you are never getting out of her" the voice from earlier said and Luther's blue eyes was still showing. Their sword clanged in the air, Axel always taking a defense approach from the knight. The knights sword tore his leg and unfortunately he wasn't healing, he stared at his leg shocked, "Why wasn't he healing" he said.

The knights standing next to me had me duck as they dragged me into the small gap. They manage to lock both of my hands and my neck to the woods despite my insane laughter. I look at Charles. He has not changed. He gave me a brief moment of his heartless, frigid eyes before Callia blocked it. She kissed him in front of me and everyone else, but she wasn't wrong in doing so. People love her, adore her, and extol her. I feel the exact opposite of that. A man speaks next to me and says, "Despite turning into a traitor, her misdeeds are extensive to the point where death isn't only a righteous retribution to her." I'm not familiar with him. But I couldn't care less because my life has always bee