Knight Iron Man の小説・ストーリー

He came and knelt. ''Train with me''. He was hesitant to, but he later agreed. We sparred for a few minutes, using the new techniques and moves I learnt from the soldiers training, to defeat him. Although it wasn't easy, because surprisingly, he was good. Breathing heavily, I asked him, ''What's your name''? ''Adrian, Your Majesty. I'm a part of the recruits'' He said, answering my next question. I shook my head. He was good. I sent him back to his post and went for a walk in the garden. I loves the sunflowers. They reminded me of Anita.

At the gate. A knight with black armor, as the head, was burly and appeared to be 2.5 meters tall and seemed to be an iron tower. He was sitting upright on a huge, somewhat exaggerated half-demon horse Black Wind Beast. He was bald, his face and scalp were marked with blue thorn tattoos, which made him even more fearful. The tattooed baldheaded man, with slightly narrowed eyes and a faint flicker of green lawn in the depths of the pupils, was cold as if his cold eyes were not like human's.

The first had a white Mikarta handle (a material made with a combination of resin and cloth subjected to pressure and heat) and both the guard and the knob were made of Adamantite, a magical metal considered one of the three most resistant metals ( along with meteoric iron and Orichalco). On the other hand, the second was superior in quality, the handle was made of bone wrapped in black leather, the guard and the pommel were made of a metal similar to platinum, this being Mithryl, with the difference that in the pommel of this there was a large inlaid ruby. The armor was perfectly tailored to fit Keil's feminine figure, giving her an intimidating yet beautiful aura. Near the fountain, leanin

Unlike them, Victor’s expression never softened when he looked at her. What kind of man was Roman Knight? But one thing was for sure, Somewhere within the massive estate, Roman Knight was there. And tomorrow, she would finally have to face him properly.

I’d immediately shoved it in my trousers as soon as I stopped feeling weird about it and, somehow, it had wound up saving me. His back was to me as he rubbed his jaw. He looked genuinely distressed. I sighed deeply and ran a hand through my hair. “No,” I said, softly. “No, I’m not.” “I can tell,” Knight choked out. His voice was certainly strained, though I couldn’t tell why. He rummaged through one of the drawers in his desk then turned back to me. In his hand was a beautiful, black pendant. It was much like the one he left on his nightstand every night. But this one was even more beautiful. Black metal as dark as the knight with a delicate rose on the center of the circle. He held it up to

"Well, that changed when I became your number one knight." George rolled his eyes. His feet moved again and took him to stand in front of the dirty knight. "You could always ask for something better to wear." "What? Too dirty for your liking, your majesty?" Anthony chuckled, shoving the king gently. Anthony liked his attire. His ripped black jeans with custom made knee pads over them. The leather strap across his chest that held a sword or a bow (it depended on the day, really). The metal chest pad over his green sweater—the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muddy and scarred arms after each day. The black cloak tied around his neck. It was just him, and he couldn't imagine himself in anything

"Names. I want names." "Lord Blackmoor's son leads some kind of resistance. They say he gathers forces at Ironhold. The Council's marked him for death but can't find him." The bandit spoke quickly, desperately. "There's talk of other knights defecting. Some woman called the Silver Witch aids them. Please, that's all I know!" Ironhold. The Shadow Knight filed the information away. A resistance meant potential allies, or at least tools to use against common enemies. But first...

There was also a baseball bat on the side. "Your gear, sir," the man said, handing him the personal protective gear he had taken from the hangers in the drawer. But Knight just looked at it. "I don't need that!" he said coldly. "But—" "I said, I don't need that!" he shouted, silencing the man. "Now! Get out!" he ordered dominantly. He didn't want others to see how weak he really was. How fragile the Knight Andrie was, the one known as an untouchable businessman at the top of his industry.

“Where the hell is that king?” He thought about improvising. He must find a quick way to settle this first phase of his plan without using much mana. Then he heard some heavy footsteps nearby. From the sound of it, it was an armoured personnel, a knight. The man opened the door a little to take a peek. The knight was wearing a suit of black armour. His hair was silver and wore a black cape with a dark blue inner colour of the cape. The man who was hiding exactly who that knight was.