Digimon The Royal Knights Novels & Stories

Chapter 59 - Ford Lair Royals of Great Lands Alpha Raven’s POV I watched Antheia get taken away by the Grodon Royal’s guard, having her seated on one of the chairs intended for those defenders in the Purloin Fight, while on the other side remained the challengers, except for Anna who was not yet around.

“Do something.” He leaned in just enough for our foreheads to touch. “I shouldn’t,” he mumbled. “But you will.” His lips trembled near mine. His breathing hitched. And just as he leaned in The door handle turned. We froze. A voice came from the other side: “Your Highness, we know you’re in there. There’s been another leak.” Another leak. Another attack. Another trap. Adrian’s eyes widened with fear and anger. Then he whispered, voice breaking “What did they release this time?”

A baby wailed in a burning cradle until silence swallowed it whole. Three dozen Royal Knights—the finest warriors of the southern territory—arrived on griffin-back, blades drawn, magic flaring. They lasted seven minutes. Lightning struck their beasts from the sky. The witches toyed with them. Aldrian smashed through shields and bone like a demon from the pits of forgotten hells. One knight crawled, bloodied and sobbing, toward a broken scepter of communication—but his head was torn clean off before he reached it. The forest swallowed the screams, the smoke, the cries.

I might not check in with my mother for a day or two, but Maria is always calling me daily, wanting to know about my day-to-day habits and if there's a reason why I've given up on God. I haven't given up on the big old guy. There are just some connection problems that have gotten in the way. Maria is a protestant, and she has raised me to be deeply religious, while my royal family is Catholic, and they attend church like a lone sheep lost on its way home, departed from the herd. They are good at covering it up, though. They would pretend to be deeply religious like the godforsaken animals we all are whenever it comes to our attention. Especially if it's going on air to be broadcasted on the

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.

aside, I’m not in denial over what he’s saying to me, because—in all honesty—I’m not fully buying his I’ll make all your dreams come true vow in the first place. It’s not that I doubt the man, per se. It’s that… I’m a realist. No one just swoops in, out of the blue, claiming to be of royal blood and saying they can give you everything your heart desires. And yet here’s the kicker. Nick Angelini does not appear to be just any man. He looks royal. He smells royal. He oozes royal. And he is not flinching or otherwise caving in any way. He truly is serious. Severely so.

Veronika spoke up again, “The life of the royal family could be at stake, and there’s no improvement in the security details or any movement to apprehend the killer. That’s crazy.” “I think you’re forgetting that it’s not just the royal family that’s at risk here. Other beings could be, including humans,” Leo replied, smiling in a way that clearly ticked Lady Viktoria off. “Your Grace,” she drawled with fake sweetness, “you forget that the spike used to hook Prince Samyl’s head to the wall had the crest of the Alderan royal family.” The purple tulip and a moon. She didn’t stop there. At some point, I zoned out of her rant until her tone increased, was that worry?

"His royal majesty, the mighty lion, lord of the seas and the forest. Ruler of the imperial kingdom of Decreash, Regaleon Von Clegane! A guard shrilled in a high-pitched voice. The congregation in the hallway languidly rose to their feet. So did the queens seated at the upper deck of the hall. Ragaleon slowly made his way in, accompanied by his hand, Brandon, and his personal knight. As he made his way through the path the royal knights had formed, the sword crossed above his head slowly dropped immediately as he walked past each knight, and they bowed to show their courtesy. His black shoulder-length hair stood still as he walked like a pillar of storm. He didn't acknowledge their greetings

Then, the Prince also said with a big smile on his face, "I declare that Darryl is now a Royal Court Knight, and with that title, he can enter and exit the Royal Court freely!" Whoa! The audiences rose into a tumult following the Prince's command; many people looked at Darryl enviously. It was the dream of countless people in the Roland Continent to be designated as a knight. Holden had enjoyed a special status as Dominic's personal knight in San Morio City. The Royal Court Knight was an even more unique position; it was simply glorious to have that position. The Royal Court Knights were similar to the royal guards in the Nine Mainland, except that they enjoyed a much nobler status. Besides

The knights stationed inside broke out into a murmur between themselves. "Knights of Lunaris!" The room immediately became silent as the ruler of Lunaris stood tall and dignified. "Tonight, we must lay down our lives and protect our realm. Slay those treacherous beasts!" commanded Luna's father. The knights', who filled the throne, hearts swelled with pride and loyalty, ready to follow their righteous leader into battle. "Ruler of Lunaris, I'm Zain, second prince of Militum."