Noblesse: The Beginning Of Destruction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"When it follows principle." He stepped closer. "Ambition without restraint…" "…is not strength." "It's destruction." Albert scoffed. "Principles?" He smiled coldly. "Principles don't build empires." "They hold people back." Alessandro's gaze hardened. "No." "They prevent empires from collapsing." A pause. "You don't build power by destroying everything around you." "You sustain it…" "By knowing when to stop." Albert laughed. "But I don't intend to stop."

Knight Jur Weber bowed and left. Christine handed out the parchment and said to the crowd, 'You should have a look too. The people present read it in turn, and although their expressions varied, none of them showed any sign of cowardice. There were many nobles in the different countries of the continent, and it was normal for them to have conflicts with each other. It was not surprising that when negotiations failed, they would call out their troops to fight. 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 barrier then restored to its formerly pristine shape. “The magic of the heavens and the earth which we operate is the magic of creation, while this magic is of destruction,” Nub explained to the three of us with magic. “Creation comes first, and then destruction. If you attack destruction magic with force and with our normal methods it only strengthens it. I learnt that the hard way. Luckily, the person who cast this magic is weak in the destructive magic and would have probably taken a lot of years to strengthen the illusion from what I’m seeing here.”

Following his gaze everyone around the table grimaced. "I just don't believe in unnecessary death." Nerissa harrumphed. "Who says it's not necessary? We're not talking the execution of some random women and children. We're talking about the people who're the prime reason your city fell in a single night. They've lived lording over their subjects for thousands of years without remorse. Their ambitions and actions only getting worse and worse over time." Christopher argued his voice cold. The mask may hide his face but it did nothing hiding his feelings as he spoke. And if there was one thing evident at this very moment. He loathed the nobility.

Lisha stirred at my feet and slowly pulled herself up; she took one look at Allana and said, “It's time for you to go.” It started with small pebbles falling from the hill, then larger stones and boulders; Allana’s screams echoed in the darkness as we ran to the lower ground below. Everyone stood frozen, watching as the mountainside collapsed into itself; when the dust cleared, there was nothing left, no burial ground, no spirits, no Allana, and no Lisha beside me. I slowly raised my head, shielding my eyes from the dust settling in the air, and spotted Lisha approaching Belladonna. I couldn't hear their conversation, but my heart skipped a beat when Belladonna lowered her head and kissed Li

snorting heavily at Lord Taylor who was being stirred to a brothel by two beautiful women " They look down on commoners yet don't mind taking advantages of them ! If they worked properly ,some of these people might have a chance at a better life " Chelsea understood where Ron was coming from - Noble , an honourable title , an imposing and magnificent rank from birth . A noble was one who must be selfless, stand up consistently for what's good and right even when it's unseen or unpopular, and never yield their integrity to what's convenient . Nobles must care more about others than themselves. They should adapts to the needs of those around them . This was what it means to be a perfect '

*CONFERENCE WITH THE NOBLES AND NOBLESSES* "The lycan was not supposed to be attacked," a noblesse says. A noble on her right snickers. "Are you saying that because you are attracted to him?" The nobless who first spoke and is referred to as noblesse A rolls her eyes. "That is in fact not why." "Then why?" "He is important in our mission," noblesse A says. "Which is exactly why he is not dead," a noble says

“Why is the circle threatened by my private investigation?” A small smile softened the edges of his otherwise pressed together lips. “You’re asking the right questions now.” “I know my father was a founder of The Obsidian Circle! I know The Circle knows something! I know you do!” The words poured out my throat without a break. Sebastian drew a deep breath. “I know a lot of things…” he broke, then continued “I know that your father was only collateral damage and you could easily be that.” “Oh, The circle are just bullies, and you’re the lap dog.”

The wood splintered, goblets toppled, wine spilling like blood. “Traitors!” he roared. “All of you! You think me broken? I will show you who rules this realm!” He stormed from the chamber, his footsteps echoing like thunder. The nobles sat stunned. Then the whispers began. Not whispers of pity. Not of loyalty. But of ruin. And I knew, in that moment, that Damien Valcrest had sealed his fate not with a blade, but with his own madness. ………. The council chamber emptied slowly, nobles whispering as they filed out, their faces pale and thoughtful. None looked toward Damien’s vacant chair. Their eyes lingered on me instead.