Noble Family Crest 소설 & 이야기

As she made her way to her starting point, I was able to get a good look at her outfit, recalling what little I knew about her family. The Naveyame’s were a family of foxes whose main source of business is focused on large amounts of imported fabrics, threads and all the minor tools needed to sew and create a new dress or suit. Their family crest was a fox tail with a teal gem embedded at its center that was encircled with a vine of thorns. From what I could remember, Ovielta was the youngest out of four of the Counts children, with two older brothers and an older sister.

I stop in front of one with a black curtain over it “Why is this one covered?” Andrea purses her lips. Then gestures to the two other maids with us. Silently, they take off the curtain, and it flutters away from the portrait. I suck in a sharp breath. I know that family crest of two silver wolves and a sword. The Sigmond family tree is long and its branches wide spread. Each individual’s name is placed in a small box, and then crossed out with bright red paint that resembles the color of blood. My eyes swim over the sea of red crosses and come to rest on the very bottom, where a single box remains clean.

The old man laughs “You mean our crests? Such an interesting girl you are. These are our family crests passed down from generation to generation proving our linage. All male heirs wear them as a testament of our power.” “So, what is yours?” “Why do you want to know?” his expression shows curiosity. “No reason. Just curious.” I do have a reason, but that doesn’t mean I’ll tell him. He flashes a smile “Dragon. My family crest is a dragon my dear.”

She pressed the button for the fifteenth floor, but I’m still not sure why she has that. “How come you have the crest of our family?” I inquired as I felt the elevator moving. Our family crest consists of a full moon and a bow and arrow, both of which signify hunting. It was simple, yet the intricate designs made it appear outstanding. Furthermore, Cadwell’s crest was exclusively granted to family members, not ‘outsiders’. ‘But why does she own one?’ I looked at her; although she is youthful and beautiful, it is not feasible that she is one of Grandpa’s children. This is one of the drawbacks of being immortal: you never know their true age. She appears to be about my age, but I’m certain we

“Of course, you should know. It's not just the sigil alone you could use to recognize them, the building architecture, influence, and their role.” “Sabrina is a part of the High noble houses. They're bloodline closest to the original Lycan and often have a special seat on the royal council,” Hanna paused, and I could see her trying her best not to snort. She looked around before continuing, “Their family crests are embossed in silver and obsidian. If you look just behind the royal court we were in today, you'll see their buildings. It's easy to notice.”

But in the upcoming war with the Otaro Duchy, he’d be in the front lines leading men into battle and using his powers to help the injured soldiers. As such, he was given the nickname, “Angel of War”, a hero who dedicated himself both to life and death. Therefore, Sylvia was confident that a man who did those things wouldn’t let this child die. “Such is the way of the world,” she said flatly like his life didn’t concern her. “Do you know who he is?” Arden lifted one end of the boy’s collar. “This crest belongs to a high-ranking noble family, one of similar status to House Lundren. Relations between these two families are well-known in higher circles, little sister. Simply put, House Winston,

"How dare those wretched humans have ill intentions toward you?" Gideon stepped forward and began to unfasten the armor on his chest. "Wait, what are you doing?" I cried, trying to stop him. "This is the royal crest I have guarded for a thousand years." He removed an ancient emblem carved with a shield and two swords. "The 'Knight's Heart'. It represents absolute courage and justice." He knelt on one knee and presented the crest to me respectfully. "Please accept it, my princess. Let it stand guard by your side in my place."

the child said. Kael took the object. It was a medallion, tarnished but intact, approximately the size of a large coin. He wiped dirt from the surface and the design became visible. A crest. Stylized, formal, unmistakable. The Dreadmourne family crest. Kael went very still. The medallion was old. Decades old, possibly longer, based on the corrosion patterns. But it was deliberate metalwork, formal heraldry, not something that would have been dropped casually.

"Why?" He lit up his cigarette and blew smoke. He glanced heavenwards as if he was pondering the question to himself. "Why? I've always wonder that to myself as well." I was gradually putting together the little information I've gathered, one piece at a time. From what Nikolai had told me, my family were target of a sinister client. Nikolai's family were contracted to eliminate us. Now the Flamecrest family was a renowned royal lineage. We were popularly known for our genetic trait of fiery red hair.

Now that one of them is staring right back at me, I can't help but question if this is something from my missing memories. But this is the first time I've been to this house. And the crest I see in my nightmares is the same, same design, just smaller and darker. "Camille?" I steady my thoughts and look back at Ehlga. Maybe I could ask her about the crest. "Ehlga, that crest over there." I point to it. "Can you tell me about it?" "Of course. It's one of the Butyrskaya family crests." "Butyrskaya?" I don't know anybody by that name and I've never heard of them either. "Were they part of the Knights?"