List Knights Of The Round Table の小説・ストーリー

Selena and Johanna were seated side by side at the other side of the upper deck with Leah, William, Helena, and Amilek seated by their sides. Suddenly the doors of the great hall open, and royal knights file in at both sides like ants making a straight line. Armed with swords and clouded in shining armor. They matched in making a rhyming beat as their feet kissed the ground. They lined up at both sides of the door, making a path all the way to the priest. They clashed their swords in an X-shaped manner, each knight to the one opposite him. Then they stopped marching; for a brief moment there was silence. Then slowly a man with the air of a mighty wind stepped in

He loved listening to stories, especially ones about knights and heroes. Rory began to speak, her words weaving a tale of Sir Lancelot and King Arthur. She spoke of how Sir Lancelot had been the bravest and most loyal of all the knights, always ready to defend his king and his country. Marcus listened with rapt attention, his mind filled with images of sword fights and daring rescues. He could almost hear the clash of steel as Sir Lancelot battled his enemies and the cheers of the crowds as he rode through the streets.

I stuck my head inside and said, "Hey, lets go to my office instead. I want total privacy for this conversation." They quickly packed up and went after me to my office. We entered and I led them to my table. A medium sized round table with six chairs and built in outlets under the tabletop. "Ah...the knights have gathered at the round table once again." Jonathan joked. I gave him a small smile, "Indeed. And know this knight needs to create a battle plan with you" "nonono...my dear. You are our Queen! Mags and I are your humble servants. Your knights in shining armor! If you can call Armani and Prada suits for armor. Nothing but the best for our Queen in her hour of need!"

He looked away toward the dais where the High Oracle, an ancient woman with cataract-clouded eyes, stood beside Bianca, who knelt before the slumped, dying queen on her throne. “Brothers and sisters of Camelot,” Kael’s voice carried across the hall. “We stand at the edge of a cliff. To the west, the Lycan King Darius gathers his forces. His shadow already touches our borders, and war is no longer a rumor.” A ripple of fear went through the crowd. "To protect this pack," Kael continued, "I need to be strong. And my pack needs a strong queen. Tonight, I choose my Luna.” I took a step forward, my heart hammering in my chest. Choose us. We can be strong together.

Sitting on the chair was a man in his forties wearing a gold surcoat, with an eagle embroidered on his chest. He looked at the list in his hand, and the man's voice was low: “Commander Gawain, I am here because of the king's order, asking me to select the best of your chosen knights to train alone for three years, so that they can become the king's accompanying knights, protect the king personally, and be incorporated into the Royal Knights. I see that you have 300 knights here who have just gone through two years of training. Time is running out, just let the top 100 in the knight assessment come out…“

A cluster of Gideon’s knights emerged from the edge of the hall, their armor polished, their movements sharp even here. One of them—broad-shouldered, scar slanting across his brow—lifted his goblet. “We are not poets. We are not courtiers. We are knights. And this man—our Commander—” His voice carried, pride woven through every syllable, “—is the reason most of us still draw breath.” Murmurs rippled, softer this time, respectful.

This was memory, perfect and pristine, unsullied by knowledge of what would come. "The morning patrol awaits," Aldric continued. "Villagers report bandits in the eastern woods." Kaelen rose, the movement practiced and graceful. "Then we shall bring them justice." The scene shifted. Now he rode at the head of a column of knights, their armour catching the rising sun. Farmers paused in their fields to wave, children ran alongside to glimpse the magnificent horses, old women made signs of blessing as they passed. Defenders. Protectors. Servants of the Light and all it stood for.

Alchemists helping vampire kings in the making of new breeds are from the human kingdom. " Shall we go to the outdoor royal court?" Loren leaned forward, his hand," Sure, your majesty." Three of us walked out, the guards and maids bowed greeting me. It feels good and satisfying. About walking some distance, I was greeted by a group of knights who were dressed in Black uniform. I looked at Loren and asked," Are they the Black knighthood?" " Yes, your majesty. They'll pledge their loyalty to you in a court gathering." " Follow behind me to the court gathering," I said and continued heading to the outer palace where civilians were gathered.

Chapter 36 XXXVI Rosalie “Avalon?” I turn to Estelle in disbelief. “As in King Arthur and his round table of knights?” Estelle hummed her agreement, before brushing past and down the stairs. “Is there any fairy tale, that is just that?... A story to lull children to sleep.” “Oh, King Arthur was a very real person. As was Merlin.”

and with that, he led Arthur and Mila out of the room. “I have heard that out of nine kingdoms, you already have a few with you,” Canon spoke as he sat on a chair while Mila and Arthur took chairs across him, and Motif and Victor sat on other sides. In front of them was a round table that had the map of their world. All clans - Collins, Keplins, Keats, Rivera, Yash, Martin, Jones, Brown and Lapiz – were marked on it. “You have it wrong,” Mila spoke as she stared at the map.