Noblesse の小説・ストーリー

-- Dio nodded -- “Right! How could a noble child turn into a delinquent?” “I’m not from a noble family,” Dio immediately corrected her. “No way! Your light hair, good looks, and even the way you carry yourself are proofs that you are a noble,” she said in disbelief. Light-colored hair and hair with gray hues were common proof of nobility. The lighter the hair color, the more powerful the owner could be-- that was an irrefutable fact, but he didn’t want to admit anything. No, he didn’t want to be considered a noble because he wasn’t anymore.

Thackeray clenched his fist. “And find out all the info about that Alliance of Assholes!” Edwina completed. Thackeray burst out into laughter, “I can’t believe you call them that!” The Grand Peerage is what they called themselves, but Edwina had given them a different moniker, the Alliance of Assholes. A group of corrupt nobles who engaged in corrupt activities indulged in decadent lifestyles and ignored their responsibility to their people. They were against rights for commoners, taxes for nobles, and any social work projects. Filled with corruption, the Grand Peerage had been designed to keep its members safe. Strength in numbers and all that.

According to the 'Treaty of the Nobles', if the nobles, including knights, were defeated and captured, their families could use their wealth to free them, and the captured nobles could not be killed. The Treaty of the Nobles also stipulated that no title could be awarded without military merit. Although the requirements are not as strict now, surrendering before battle and retreating in the face of danger can be reported to the Nobles' Parliament for the stripping of titles. Under such circumstances, no one would be seen to be cowardly. Of course, the nobles also needed a reason to go to war, which was stated in the declaration of war. It all began about two years ago, when Christine first a

JULIE "Yeah, sure. Call me Nick or Nicholas," he suggests and heat coats my cheeks when I realize he just asked me to use his pet name if I like. "Okay.. so how about — um… Nick?" I say, almost whispering the words. I am not sure if I sound pleasant or nervous. Whatever it is, I am surely nervous right now. His name is pretty, to be honest. Nicholas — a Greek name, if the knowledge is still in my mind. And it means the "victory of people". It is a strong and bold name, perfect for a bold and humble man like him.

“Well Hildegarde, there is this thing called being born with a silver spoon in your mouth. To mortals this refers to a wealth of treasures and gold coins that assure them of a certain future. For wielders this is power. As someone born with superior talent and a bloodline that cannot be ranked even by Spirit Scan, it is my birthright to possess so much power.” Mane guffawed loudly in pride, prompting both Aurora and Crystal to look upon him strangely. Although they were behind him, Mane could feel their questioning stares. And he didn’t blame them, for neither could see Hildegarde and know he was currently in conversation with someone. But now that he was a Noble, his mind was refreshed, and

(Old Corg) “As I said before….in these days…the only good nobles….is our Aeternum Nobles….they didn’t have that bigger, overarching power…and they have the same opportunity as all of us….those people just there because of their namesake…..they not even qualified do anything at all….”.(Madame Betty)

Maybe it was this glitter that made them similar to the noveau rich and quite different from the true daughters of nobility. The real daughters of nobility who prided themselves in outrageously expensive gowns which looked low-key yet luxurious. Simple jewelries whose costs could maybe buy cities. Yes, the real daughters of nobility who sat and watched the crowd, like queens overseeing their subjects. Xinya swept her eyes across the hall, occupational instinct, she wanted to know who seemed different, excape routes and stuff, before it suddenly occured to her that she was not in one of her uncle's questionable gatherings where a person could be shot down at the drop of the hat. No, she thoug

I truly did not dare offend them! I laughed coldly. "Is the money Salomir sends you every year not enough? You have the throne behind you. Why should you fear gangsters?" Helena stammered for a long time, then collapsed facedown on the floor, sobbing and crying out over and over, "I was wrong! I really do know I was wrong!" I knew that the funds the imperial house of Salomir sent every year were always contributed under an assumed name. Over the centuries, Rosebury Academy had long forgotten what that unremarkable name stood for.

I contemplate kicking him under the table. "Is this how everything's going to be with you?" Lucien sneers and for a moment I think I smell alcohol on his breath. "You have no respect for the way the world works. You're casting aside centuries of this pack's tradition for the sake of what's convenient for you and the other commoners? You're more than happy to tear down the nobility for your own gain. Charlotte's family is one of the oldest noble families in the country."

I tilted my head slightly, studying him. “Nobles?” I repeated, my voice quiet. Deadly. “Tell me, Ronan Corvin, where in our hierarchy does ‘noble’ exist?” His mouth opened. Nothing came out. The hall went still. “I know of the Luna Queen,” I continued evenly. “The King. The Alpha and Luna of packs. The Elders. Warriors. Citizens. Omegas.” I said, my voice steady, deliberate. “But nowhere in our hierarchy written or divine has there ever been a title called noble. So tell me, Ronan Corvin. Who exactly are the nobles?”