Medieval Knight Books の小説・ストーリー

He sat in the pew opposite mine, refusing to accompany my entourage under our private umbrella. The jousters, with lances in hand, charged forth, their steeds aflight. Their armor glinting, like stars, in the sunlight's radiant light. The crash of wood, the thunder of hooves, the crowd's ecstatic roar. As the knights clashed, their valor and prowess, forever to adore by the crowd. In this fleeting moment, the weight of tradition, and the fire of desire, to see these noble knights, their honor, and their hearts, set on high, like a burning pyre. For in this medieval spectacle, we found a glimpse of chivalry's golden age. What was supposed to be a testament to courage, loyalty, and the unyield

I held his face in my hands. "I'm sorry. I needed more time to come back with as much information as possible. How've you been?" Amari asked. "I've been good. Any news?" I asked. "Yes. I spoke to some people and they found out that, the people who attacked that day were from Glacia. Also,....the attack was not an ordinary one. It was aimed at the Royal Family." "Glacia? That is the kingdom of King Arthur. If he wants his son to marry me, why did he attack us?" I asked, confused.

"As my prince commands. The daughter of the castle was the queen of love and beauty, with four brothers and an uncle to defend her, but all four sons of Harrenhal were defeated on the first day. Their conquerors reigned briefly as champions, until they were vanquished in turn. As it happened, the end of the first day saw the porcupine knight win a place among the champions, and on the morning of the second day the pitchfork knight and the knight of the two towers were victorious as well. But late on the afternoon of that second day, as the shadows grew long, a mystery knight appeared in the lists." Bran nodded sagely. Mystery knights would oft appear at tourneys, with helms concealing their

Some books had the history of the Knights, dating back centuries. Others told about different creatures, how they lived, drawings of how they looked, and about how they functioned. Unfortunately, many of them also told about how to kill them, which I didn't really like but I understood how the information must’ve been useful back when you needed to defend yourself from them. We’re protected now, the borders and the guards as well as having emerged into human society. I dragged my hands over a few dusty books and sighed. I didn’t even know where to begin. Which shelf? Color? Which of the hundred books would tell me what I needed to know?

I extend my hand and pluck out a box of tea with a vivid painting of a ballroom and nobility from the regency era. The labeling states Royal British Earl Grey. Oooh, Interesting! I'd like to try this sometime. Placing it back, my eyes drift to a box with a painting of a silver dragon soaring over an emerald European countryside. A determined-looking medieval knight clad in armor sits atop the dragon's neck. The Knights' dark blue surcoat whipped in the wind behind him, a blue Christian Cross in the middle of his doublet. Sword raised in one hand while in the other a shield covered with the same Cross. Tufts of his blonde hair escape through his open helmet.

A baby wailed in a burning cradle until silence swallowed it whole. Three dozen Royal Knights—the finest warriors of the southern territory—arrived on griffin-back, blades drawn, magic flaring. They lasted seven minutes. Lightning struck their beasts from the sky. The witches toyed with them. Aldrian smashed through shields and bone like a demon from the pits of forgotten hells. One knight crawled, bloodied and sobbing, toward a broken scepter of communication—but his head was torn clean off before he reached it. The forest swallowed the screams, the smoke, the cries.

The pair caused her insides to shiver with something akin to pleasure and delight. The knight was in gothic fantasy, medieval war clothing, had long, sinful black hair, which was tied back, and had one hand holding a dangerous-looking long, kickass sword that gave her the impression he’d use it to slay any monsters that dared to come his way. The other of his long, masculine hands was embracing the beyond-beautiful maiden.

What! Mortals? Going to hell? Yang Xiao almost choked with laughter when he heard those words. He was a firm materialistic person. He did not believe in God, mortals, or hell. "Aren't you also a mortal? Go to hell now!" Yang Xiao glared at him, held his Dragon's Wrath Sword, and rushed forward. Obviously, the Knights of the Holy Court were different from other knights in Europe. Not only were the Holy Knights of the Holy Court equipped with light armor for their guards, but even their mounts and horses were also equipped with good saddles and equipment that could cover an area of more than 80% of the horse's body.

“We don’t make a habit of burning people’s homes down but that bastard deserves it.” “Who are you people?” Maribell wondered out loud. “We’re the Devil’s Knights, darlin’. You can call me Jude. We’re not like you’re thinking so you can wipe that terrified look off of your face.” The old man said, correctly judging the look on her face without looking at her. “Most of these guys are retired military and they’ve mostly gone legit.” Margo assured her. “Margo has known most of us since she was in diapers.” Jude rambled on.

She was knocked back by the sudden impact. Leila lifted her eyes to see what she had run into. A tall, strong knight with a golden sword and shield was standing before her. His armor shone with a golden light under the bright, hot sun. Her flustered escape caused her to crash into the leader of a squadron of golden knights, ranked as golden dragons, patrolling under the direct command of the royals. Their glistening armor hurt Leila’s eyes. She had never seen anything like it; everything was gray and brown in her aunt’s house. She was amazed by this troop of men. The shield was emblazoned with a fierce dragon, as though it was vividly flapping its monstrous wings on the beautiful piece of we