I Became A Sick Nobleman Novels & Stories

The nobles and passengers inside the carriages dropped their heads and stayed away from the window, afraid that I might see them. "I didn't say to call a doctor," I calmly reminded. Like a snap, both men were awakened from their stunned phase. The young noble immediately ordered his coachman to call a doctor, the latter bowed and ran like he was being chased by a devil. The young noble smiled miserably, "Lady Marina I am sorry for causing trouble, I didn't know you were here. We will not delay I promise, give us a—” I looked at their carriage and saw a crest.

It had built a kind of person the universe would praise for becoming one. Katherine felt Jack's wrist tremble under her fingers. She did not soften her grip. "You hear me?" she said. Jack nodded once. "Say it." He swallowed. "I am not noble because I bleed on command." "Again." "I am not noble because I bleed on command." Caleb stared at him. Something in the First Successful Cage's face cracked more deeply than the crown had. The table accepted the truth. PAYMENT PARTIAL. LOCKMAKER TRUTH RECORDED.

"What are you talking about girl? I said go call the doctor here. It's an order not only from a duke but the second hand of this kingdom." The maids' fear was visible on their faces now. As they should be. In right circumstances Nicolas would have also thought twice about this whole thing of getting into the scene of royalty. "My duke we mean no disrespect but we really can't call doctor Winker. Because well…" the maid's words were faded away by the voice that finished her sentence for her. "He is dead" Though Nicolas felt like he couldn't keep his head up for much longer he had to look at the man who wore the crown a few minutes away from where they all stood. This man Nicolas would know

His eyes were dark and calm, but there was something in them that made me uneasy. “What is your name?” he asked quietly. I laughed bitterly. “You just bought me and you don’t even know my name? How nice.” He showed no emotion, not even the expected, being anger. He just stood there, staring at me asif he still awaited my response. “Ivory,” I finally said. “Ivory Ashwood. And you just wasted your money. I’m cursed, useless, and I can’t even shift. Everyone knows that.” Edward tried to step forward. “Your Majesty, you don’t have to waste your time with her. She’s just—”

"Righteous Noble" They say becoming a noble was a gift. It was also my dream but never my goal, especially not because it was forced upon me. --- My name is Amiya and I am an ordinary citizen of the Celis Kingdom. My mother was a palace maid and my birth father was unknown. It was also a time were a war between the North and South broke out. During my 18th birthday and the honorary celebration of the kingdom's success for the war, I was given a privilege to attend a party at the palace as a maid and there I met Solon.

— I let go of his hand and step back, waiting for his answer. He goes back to his chair and states. — Of course, my little angry knight. He participated in the market too, he was adopted by a general from Castile. His current title is Ronald, the godfather of the princess.

The stable boy probably knows who was behind all this, if not others, it was the person who’s beside him. Memories of what that bastard Lancelot did to this town resurfaced inside my mind. The torture, the tax, the drought and the abandonment, all of them were what caused this town to stoop this low in life quality. It is a prove of how bad he was as a noble who was supposed to take care of others. But I probably won’t do well as a noble too. I am a middle aged man who was a burden to others, shied away from any will of being useful. At least I was useful at the very end of my life, when I gave my heart to my nephew.

Maybe, he really wasn’t interested. “And what do you suggest?” the nobleman snorted. “To accuse a simple nobleman of being the Undead King without any obvious reason and send him to prison? Then tomorrow there would be rebellion or disturbances from all the other nobles? Well, that’s ridiculous. It won’t help at all...” “Well...” the guardian hesitated. “He won’t cause any trouble. You asked me to be careful with him.” The nobleman lifted his eyes to the heavens and sighed, showing by his expression that he thought he was talking to a complete idiot.

He said smoothly and as sincerely as he could. Aldridge seemed to be convinced by what he had heard and nodded. "Good that you know then. The king is sick," He announced, "I can't tell you the nature of the sickness yet as you will have to figure that out on your own. His sickness turns him into a beast and it was passed down to him by his fathers. He has minor relapses where he goes a bit wild, but the very big relapse often happens during the red moon night, where he loses all sense of reasoning, and until he feeds on blood and sex from young 'untouched' virgins, he won't be normal."

Ivan snorted internally ‘speak of the devil’. ‘Your highness’ duke hemming greeted as he bowed. ‘You may rise’ the crown prince said he sat on the stool which duke hemming previously sat on. ‘How is she’ Adger, the crown prince asked. ‘She used almost all her energy to fight the barbarian, the healer said she might become a lunatic’ duke hemming said glancing at the crown prince to see his reaction. Meanwhile Alfred who was in a corner at the room glared daggers at the crown prince, he hoped the crown prince would call off the engagement, except for ivory no one in the house of duke hemming liked that prince .