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“I’m just trying to help. I’m not here to steal you, sell you, or do anything you don’t want.” “I don’t trust red-haired witches,” the gnome growls. “Neither do I, mate,” Caleb agrees. Jackass. “I could take you back to Hell and release you wherever you want,” I suggest. “Or somewhere on Earth?” “I am Knight and I do not need a commoner’s help,” he tells me, holding his head high for a second, then it drops with his expression. He seems sad. “I may not have any family left, or royals to serve, but I am still a knight who is destined to fight for justice.”

She really is an energetic girl. After I invited them for a campfire, somehow, almost everyone in the household have gathered together to hear the story. Except the knights of course, I sent them away for information gathering. So we gathered and I told them about me consuming a poison and now it is stuck in my body and I have to find a cure quick before I die in less than a month.

“That’s correct, isn’t it, son?” Nodding, Knight’s eyes flash with satisfaction as he gives me one last look before allowing himself to be led away by his parents. After that, everything was a blur as the auction began, and just as promised, I found myself being bought by Knight’s father, but this wasn’t some damsel being saved by the prince story; instead, I simply ended up leaving one hell to find myself in another, Hunters Moon, where the Dilano’s were known for being ruthless and easily killing those who didn’t benefit them.

I had never read a story to a child, at least, not that I could recall doing so. But I could not refuse him. And I told him of a knight, who fell, riding on in endless night. A knight who'd been lost in the cause for which he fought, until a star came to lead him home. "What was the star like?" Asher asked, shifting deeper into my side.

He was Onyx Samaniego, the playboy of the Five Knights, a fact that Aza had gleaned from her research. "I heard some fvcking noise, that's why I woke up," the newcomer said, his voice devoid of emotion. He turned his gaze to the man with slanted eyes, Tomi Hideki, who had been observing Aza earlier. The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with unspoken questions and anticipation. She ducked behind the silent man beside him, the third Knight, Zild Benitez. "We apologize for the intrusion," Ashlan Tyre Davis, the second Knight, said, his voice laced with a polite apology.

Perhaps one of you three would like to explain history since all three of you are in such a talkative move back there. Sorry Mr. Harold. All three of them said. As I was saying, the knights during medieval times were each given orders of following in their courtship. Mr. Harold continued with his lecture. But ass the teacher had continued his lecture, Erin began to be live questions of the green armored Knight that he had bed scene in back in the Mayor’s office. If you had no idea what these strange Visions meds, but he did know that it was something that no class and school could teach him.

He froze on the horse's back and his strength had dissipated while his long saber that was often invincible was only pulled out an inch. "Er... er..." There was a dull sound in his throat. He exclaimed incredibly, "How come... suddenly... so fast!" . Before he could finish his words, he fell down from his horse and died. A flying dagger with a delicate hilt had pierced his throat and neck completely, which was exactly the same as the way Gao Jian—the man from Valley Village who had been killed by this knight before— died. All of this happened in an instant. All the other black knights, including the bald-headed giant, never thought that this boy dared to attack first in the face of so many o

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They should have offered me a chair if they would question me for a long time. “Sister Mathilda, you are aware why you are here, correct?” The knight next to their sovereign asked. I remembered him, he was the arbiter on Gabriel and Felix’s match. I replied politely, “Yes, sir.” “Can you narrate what happened that night?” And then I did for the second time, but I left out the part where I played hero with my sisters and made sure that I rendered Philip solely as the evil. After my spot-on and dramatic narration, the war between me and the knights finally started.

He pulled the covers up to Pascal’s chin, then settled on the edge of the mattress, picking up the worn picture book from the nightstand—The Knight and the Lonely Dragon. Pascal snuggled closer, head resting against Nikolai’s arm. Nikolai’s voice dropped into that low, steady rhythm perfect for bedtime—calm, unhurried, and each word measured. “Once upon a time, there was a brave little knight named Sir Valor. He rode across the kingdom on his trusty pony, searching for adventure. One day, he heard rumors of a terrible dragon who lived in a dark cave on the mountain, breathing fire and scaring the villagers.”