Knights Of The Sound Table の小説・ストーリー

as he walked towards me with a twinkle in his eye. As I continued to run down the stairs, I couldn’t help but think about how quiet the house seemed without Bronx, Benji and Baylor here with us. Although I’m sure if they were here, I would never have anything to eat; they were like garbage disposals when it came to food, eating anything and everything. The interesting thing about them is while they are triplets, they are not identical. It is extremely rare in the werewolf community to have this, hence why I believe they were chosen to go to the Knights League. The Knights League is a group of specialized warriors hand-chosen to support and protect special wolves blessed by our Moon Goddess.

Somebody whom I should be able to trust with my life and yet respect? A maid now came out practically at once, sliding rocket-like over the hall. She curtly bowed, then spoke. Your Highness, the knight is called and is waiting on you. I breathed deeply and got myself straight as Rowan leaned his head. The seconds passed, and with each stroke of the clock they seemed immeasurably long. Then, the door opened.

The air was abuzz with anticipation, as the wolves from different lands came together to pay homage to their new queen. The evening's entertainment was a carefully curated spectacle designed to captivate the hearts and minds of all who attended. Knights, adorned in polished armor and bearing gleaming swords, took to the center stage, their movements precise and graceful. Their swordplay, a combination of fierce strikes and skillful parries, elicited gasps of admiration and applause from the enchanted audience.

The Knights of Circular Table were the bravest knights of Country B. The circular table represented peace and unity. Rumor had it that the number of those knights had reached 150 at most. During the day, they would fight bravely in the battlefield and were the bravest ones, and at night, they would sit around the circular table and discuss the battle situation. However, Krebs showed everyone with his actions that the so-called peace was nothing more than bullshit. How could such a well-known knight team, which had killed countless enemies and gone through many bloody battles, love peace?

Laughing quietly at their antics, it gets me thinking. If there were a magical princess, she’d solve all our problems. We are rudely interrupted by a few West Wallow knights, who approach the table Gale and Mortly sit at, roll out a royal scroll, and throw down a quill with a small pot of ink. The men boo them.

Silver and golden lights shone on the battlefield when the Knights of the Kingdom descended from the hills. The sun's reflection on their armor dispelled the darkness, letting the warm light envelop the living. "Surrender!" Rolfe, leading the knights, ordered the Inquisition to halt their assault. The battlefield stopped. Powerful horses are rearing to go at the command of their riders. If the Inquisition fails to adhere to them, they risk annihilation. The Inquisition rattled at their arrival and their allegiance to Tarwood. "HOW?! The Leader was supposed to stop this from happening," he thought as he lamented how this was able to happen.

The sound of armor hitting the floor echoed throughout the room, the knights outside listened in horror as they started to feel the air around them turning dense. Arthur clenched his fist and stopped his right foot, the air had suddenly gone back to normal. He looked around as knights dropped to their knees and were gasping for air, he clicked his tongue before leaving the room. Immediately, the knights removed their helmets and armors to get more air, the others outside rushed towards those who were laying on the floor unconscious.

Akira and her companions are not easy to defeat so he will bring them a huge war. Hundreds of knights in full battle attire lined in rows in the wide space outside the Aqua Edis castle. They are armed with swords, shields, long spears, bows, and arrows. Some are mounted on their horses, some will march by foot. General Thud spoke in front of the knights. "Tonight, we will kill an enemy that has been a headache to our king. After this night, we will claim the whole Ehtrehto Edis and the world that exists!" He shouted with arrogance and confidence.

“Well, the inside should say PT 950, if it’s the real thing.” I sighed, getting a little irritated now. This guy was so meticulous and so nosy that I wanted to prove him wrong now. “Alright, I’ll prove it to you,” I said, taking off my ring and looking at the inside of the band. There was no inscription. I turned it around and then suddenly, my heart actually dropped to my toes, when I saw PT 950 inscribed on it. I swallowed hard. “This… this can’t be right,” I whispered.

"Just recite as many prayers as you can before your death comes!" Miranda's lips curved downwards as the second trumpet sounded again by Otho. Simultaneously, the knights hurled their horses into battle, within seconds destroying the wedding decorations and furniture that had been made. Then kill the Ogres and Trolls that caught the eye. The victory turned back to the North camp. On stage, Edmund growled with concern, then called the nearest Ogre to be used as a vehicle.