The Fallen Duke And The Knight Who Hated Him Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Was I in the wrong in all this? The Duke wasn’t hurt that badly. I was the one who felt my leg screaming and whole body aching. Obviously, everyone thought I was at fault here. I didn’t know the Duke was cursed. Furthermore, I fought him with an injured leg and a body in pain. I was lucky because the knights weakened him… Was I in the wrong for fleeing? The morning arrived and the Duke finally opened his eyes. When he saw me, he stretched his arm clasping my neck strangling me. My hands tried to pull him away from me but he was strong and I was weak. I was at his mercy.

"I am the Duke." "You?" For one long moment, utter bewilderment was writ large across her delightful countenance. For the life of her, Margaret could not use her surprise. How could this man, of all men, be the Duke? Aside from he fact he was far too young to have been a crony if her father's, the gentleman before her was unquestionably a rake. And a rake of the first order, to boot. Whether the dark-browned, harsh-featured face wig its aquiline nose and firm mouth and chin or the lazy assurance with which he had entered the room had contributed to her reading of his character, she could not have said. But the calmly arrogant way his intensely blue eyes had roved from the top of her curls al

After scolding the council she made a report to the council of her findings and what the Demon had told her. Some members of the council were outraged by their queen’s demands to allow a Fallen knight to exact his revenge on the Judicator despite all the evidence pointed towards him for using Eunicia to sabotage Kent’s gunblade. Khorn slammed his fist upon his desk shouting at the council “Have you all fools forgotten our oath and the promise we all made to Tallis before she was executed? We stand for honor and vengeance, we must right the wrongs of the past to see a brighter future, and yet you all talk about law, order, and honor when Kent is the main victim here. Sure enough, he spoke out

“…Duke of Avalon. Yes, that’s it. The old master called him Duke of Avalon. It seemed like he wasn’t from Antacast and was some foreign nobility. The old master told me that he was some dangerous man. Do you know anything about him, old mistress?” Nevertheless, after hearing the words of Lili, the old lady suddenly stood up from her seat. Her expression froze and slowly darkened as if she had heard a piece of horrible news. She then let out a helpless whimper. “The Duke of Avalon. S-So it was the Butcher of the North.” “Butcher what?” Lili rubbed her ears, wondering if she had heard it right. “The Butcher of the North.” The old headmistress fell back in her seat. She let out a dry chuckle an

she answered. It took a few seconds before the Prince responded. “If that was what you think, I did not have any reasons to object to it,” the Prince said. “Your answer lacked details,” Duke stated. My ears tingled by what the Duke had expressed. I forced myself to smile and look innocent, though I wanted to smack him. Frederick Ivrea, one of those people you do not want to mess with. A valiant warrior--- a perfect description for the Duke of Athenesy. Exterminator of corrupt officials, pirates, and any person who attempts to overthrow the Empire.

The next day I woke up, I am now the fiance of the Demon Duke in the Kingdom of Franche-Comte, a kingdom that believes in religion, however, it has a Demon Lord living among its people, Duke of Dubois Castle, or known as Lemon. He holds my hand tight and trails kisses to my pulse, ever since I have known that this man is a Demon who saved my life with the contract of fulfilling his desire, he frequents my room almost every night. “It is not money, and not my title as the countess, also you said that it is not my soul, what is it that you desire Duke?” he paused and those jewel red eyes looked at me intently, he climbed onto my bed and even closed the distance between us. I could feel the war

the man said while huffing his pipe. A blond haired man leaned down at to get a fleeting glance of white hair, which disappeared into the door below. "That.... she is Miss Eloise Ayles, her father Harem Ayles a small viscount passed away recently so they are moving to their mother's home town in your duchy. What you don't know about that? What kind of a Duke are you, huh?" he jokingly said. "hmmm, she seems silly," he whispered, blowing out a cloud of smoke.

"Master tower, you're back!!" "Hey, long time no see." The tower master immediately approached and embraced duke Benedict lovingly. "I am very grateful to duchess Guinevere and your daughter if there is no help from your family. I must die, and this kingdom was destroyed at the hands of those damn black magicians, not to mention the many aristocratic bastards who have made promises to dark magicians out of greed for power and strength!!" he continued with cursing and undisguised annoyance, making duke Benedict wince because the master wizard of the tower always spoke softly and did not curse. "Oh, I'm shocked. But I'm here because the knight said my wife is here!" he said, glancing at the kn

The mysterious, rich, powerful, brooding, widowed Duke Alaric. Because of course she did. This was now officially a full-blown anime reincarnation plot with royalty, drama, and conveniently shirtless dukes incoming. But plot twist? He didn’t return her feelings. In fact, no one in this mansion liked her. Why? Because she was the cliché airheaded, naive noble girl. Pretty, yes. Kind, maybe. But painfully unaware. Manipulated, mocked, used. Zero power. Zero magic. Zero spine. So naturally, everyone hated her.

“It’s not a flaw, you know. But it does make you vulnerable.” She stared out the window, the dark blur of fields sliding past. “I’m not a project, Arthur.” “I never said you were,” he replied gently. “But you deserve better than to play nurse to a fallen heir. You’re tying yourself to a man drowning in his own guilt. You’ll go under with him.” Her jaw clenched. “You don’t know him.” Arthur glanced at her, faint amusement curving his lips. “I know his kind. I grew up watching men like him destroy everything they touched—and the women who thought they could fix them.”