Medievil Sir Daniel Fortesque の小説・ストーリー

And somehow, the world outside these four walls kept spinning like none of it mattered. A low thud of boots against tile made me turn. Daniel jogged up, breathless, his clothes wrinkled, a smear of dirt on his cheek like he'd barely stopped moving since we left. He slowed when he saw my face — the wreck of it. "Sir," he said, voice low, respectful. He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets like he didn’t know what to do with them. "What?" I rasped. He exhaled through his nose, glanced once toward the doors where Serena had disappeared.

Devin was shocked. Behind Daniel was the richest man in Swallowston, Damien Holland, owner of the biggest bank in Swallowston, and some of the most affluent men in the city. There were more than a dozen people. “Get on your knees!” Daniel commanded and Devin fell to his knees in fright as his body shook. Daniel was the right-hand man to the strongest warrior. Swallowston was under the state of Dragonshire, and Dragonshire’s battle warrior was Lucas Jenner. Lucas was the protector of Swallowston.

Daniel smiled, although he couldn't see the assassin assigned to him but with the way his voice sounded, he was sure that this one would do a clean job. “He is —” “Please send the details to space, let me see it.” The voice said, cutting Daniel off. “It's fine, let me just say the name.” Daniel said, the voice said nothing, “His name is Romero Kingsley. I am sure you know him. He is called the Devil.” “Interesting.” Daniel could bet that this person behind that voice smiled, “Yes.” “When do you want the work done?” “In six days time. In the evening.” Daniel replied. That would be the best time, because his stepsister's will be so distorted and heartbroken, she wouldn't be prepared for the tr

"A while ago, Daniel told me and Grandpa Jhon that he's officially dating. Do you know who the girl is?" Mrs. Miriam shook her head, indicating that she didn't know anything. "Who is it, Mother?" "Stefany Madison," Grandma Sophia replied calmly. Mrs. Miriam immediately jerked back. "What? Stefany? The Madison family's child? Our family's enemy?" she asked in disbelief. Grandma Sophia nodded again. "Yes, Stefany Mason. Daniel said that they've liked each other for a long time. But he only dared to express his feelings recently, and it turned out Stefany felt the same way."

replied the server, honestly. There is a name tag on the chest to the left of the man who has quite a lot of freckles on his face. The name engraved on it was Daniel. A man in the suit was grinning. “Oh, so they ordered the same drinks then? If that was the case, you must take what the two of them want, then after that, come back here." "Yes, sir." Daniel immediately left the interlocutor. The slender man's gaze now began to be directed towards the corner, where Abby and Massimo were seen in the middle of a conversation, although the husband and wife did not have a smile on their faces, aka they were both serious.

His vengeance would only be satisfied the day he utterly dominated the enemies' domain. Months back, at a deceitful meeting concerning treaties between the Knights and the Romanos, Daniel's intrigue was piqued by Miliani's existence. He found it fascinating how Tristian, that impotent wretch, kept the girl for his twisted experiments. Tristian, unable to accept his own impotence, would scour for the purest of virgins, desperately attempting to produce an heir. Miliani was just another in Tristian's line of victims. Although this was not Daniel's concern, also, he was not one to torment Miliani for being Adam's daughter. Instead, he saw her as a pawn to bait and humiliate Tristian, pushing hi

I was too laid-back, and thus, it came back to bite me in the ass. "Who is it?" I asked when I heard the knock. "This is Daniel, open the door. Your presence is required in the lord's study room." He said, Daniel was an old butler who had been in the Ronales family for about forty years now. He was the lord's most trusted beagle _ Ahem! I mean aide (What! He looked like a beagle) and did all of his dirty jobs under the table. Or so I heard. I quickly put on my night cardigan and opened the door and Daniel led me to duke Mad-dog's study room.

He asked in concern. "Yeah. Thanks." I answered and smiled at him. "Now that is cute." Dan, the person who pushed me, said. He looked at Ace's brother's with a smug look on his face, which Eltur and Darem did not appreciate. "Who are you again?" Asked Eltur. His eyes showing his distaste in Dan. "Prince Daniel from Sanver. A werewolf. The vampire over there," he pointed at Nate, "Is prince Nathaniel Denver from Vertez. And the guy who looks just like me is my twin brother Prince Renevier Rutledge." Dan grinned wickedly at Ace's brothers.

I asked. “Yes, Daniel is a spy working for Malcolm”

I should turn around to see who’d intervened, but the absolute horror on Daniel’s face was too fascinating to look away from. I’d watched this man abuse and terrorize his wife for days without an ounce of fear in his eyes. Now he looked like he’d seen Death itself. “D-D-Don Cesario… what… I didn’t…” Daniel’s voice cracked as his hand dropped limply to his side. Then, to my complete shock, he fell to his knees. Don Cesario? I turned slowly, curiosity overriding caution. And nearly forgot how to breathe. The man standing behind me was… devastating.