I Became A Sick Nobleman Novels & Stories

"How is it? very weak?" The old grandmother tightened her grip as if afraid of saying the wrong thing. “You could say his condition is fragile, Prince. But not too worrisome.” "Okay, thank you," said Illarion, who sat back next to Amanda after the old healer woman left them. "Should I let you go? You've gone too far in wallowing in my selfishness," Illarion said quietly. The following days got better. Many of the patients had recovered, the plague was over quickly, and Illarion raised one of Duke Gramer's former bodyguards, who was also one of the many respected villagers, a commoner with no nobility.

" A long time ago when we were sold to kingdom raklus by my ladys father , the former king Damien. After selling us we were forced to leave the Sovier kingdom and to gather around the raklus kingdom. " " I remember the time clearly when we were forced to walk till the palace." He clearly remember that time when they were treated as slave. Macbeth and all other Sovier knights were made to walk till the palace. But after reaching there their behavior changed. While they were walking a young boy at his 17 was about to fall from exhaustion. He had a pale face as he was walking. " You... Why the hell are you slow?? Walk faster.....Are you an woman or something?" One tall guy with a mustache said

The budding flowers were swaying back and forth as if dancing to the whistle of the calm wind, circulating their sweet scent all over the place. Two servants walked around the palace when they saw the man peacefully sitting on the big cushion in his armchair. "Is it him?" the younger one asked. The older maid nodded. "I read a lot about him in the books written by the scholars," she said. Her eyes could not hide the amazement of seeing a famous figure. "Very well, then. Be careful dealing with him. His insanity is slowly devouring him, day after day," the older maid warned her. "It is indeed miserable to become the mad king of Grellis," she exclaimed, still looking at the man who was laughin

He looked at me confused, I called him a gamer, I guess it’s too much, but it is, he plays with everyone, He shows a kind image to everyone, yet disguises himself to go to the academy and talks rudely to everyone, as if the disguise and the prince are different personalities, yet they are the same; he is both but more of a gamer, taking every opportunity to deal with the other nobles and let them destroy themselves little by little. When I was in the slums, in my last life, I heard many bad rumours about him. They said that he was cruel to the nobles, many of the nobles would fall on his reign, yet he didn’t do anything, it’s like things went badly for them and were caught in different schem

Thomas clapped a hand to his forehead and pointed the other at Christopher his mouth wide open. "H-Ha-ha- haaaaa." Thomas gave an awkward laugh and collapsed to the floor like a bag of bricks. ... "The man can face armies completely outnumbered, even attempt to take on the greatest swordsman in Albrael, but discovering who Havoc is he passes out?" "The strangest noble I've ever met." "Mrrr, not noble." Thomas grumbled from the floor still unconscious. "By the gods does his hate for being a noble bother him so much he subconsciously picks up on it."

"That is good. My men conducted an investigation but they are yet to give me a favorable result." It is understandable. If that person is the one under this scheme then it is likely that we will find nothing. Though the two influential men did not need to wait any longer when three successive knocks interrupted them. Duke Luwen straightened up before answering, "Come in." A young nobleman with the emblem of the Trifecta Academy came in with papers in his right arm. He bowed to the Duke and then to the Headmaster before speaking. "I have found what caused this illness." His wary voice and fearing eyes as he glanced at the impatient Duke intensified.

the patient beckoned. Noticing my presence, the healer pivoted and greeted me with his fake face. I dismissed him quickly seeing as he wasn’t needed, he attempted to voice his defiance but I soon threatened him with his life. I still remembered when I had a severe fever and was looked down on by that man; he was someone who respected only the statue. It was until I proved myself worthy of him or more like proved myself strong enough to keep my shit together under his influence. I abhorred hypocrisy; I needed loyal people, all the servants in all the manors my father had were enchanted by me, they wouldn’t refuse any order even if they wanted. All I needed would come shortly after his death,

After being forced to donate my blood to Zachary Doolithe, my wife Anna Lang's childhood sweetheart, I died in the small quarters that she had personally decorated for me. Before I died, my five-year-old son ran to the main quarters and begged Anna three times. The first time, he broke in and said that I was vomiting blood. Anna scoffed. "I see he's improved his ways. He's even taught our son to lie." Then she ordered the servants to take my son out. The second time, he knocked on the door and said that I was already beginning to convulse in pain. Anna tutted. "I only asked for a little blood, didn't I? It's not like I cut out his heart. Why is he pretending?” The servant stepped forw

[Flashback--Two days ago] “Now Mi’lady, I feel it is my responsibility to inform you that your prince may not be in quite his right mind when he awakens,” Segundus cautions as he walks me through the halls of the palace, leading me to Primus’ rooms. “He has been very sick and needs rest. He might not wake up for another day or two. And when he does, he will be confused. He’s been sick for some time, so be patient with him.”

“It feels so good when you call me like this. It draws me back in time…” She touched his face with her fingertips, a feather-light caress that made his skin lift. “But we can’t go back,” she spelled out with a hint of sadness in her voice. “We’re not Ava and Fede now. We’re Ava, the ex-criminal, the murderer, and Federico Alberto Enrico di Altavilla e Portanova, the Prince Regent of Bartovia. Our paths lead us in opposite directions.” “It’s not enough, Ava,” Federico contended, running his tongue across his lips as he looked deep into her eyes. “I want more.”