The Lord Of Coins の小説・ストーリー

"It doesn't matter. If I go back, I'll give you the money from selling those coins." "Wh-what?" Grace's eyes widened. Adro chuckled as he stared at her. "I'm a future king, remember? Those pieces of coin don't mean much to me." Wiping her droll, Grace grinned. "I forgot about that. But thanks for your kindness. I mean it." "It's nothing," Adro chuckled again. Then, the shop owner returned with all the gold and silver coins he had just checked for purity. "These are all pure gold and silver."

That’s when he mentioned the Knights Honor Coin. It was a very old and highly sought after copper coin that was as wide as my palm with an engraving of a sun blessed sword on one side and a moon blessed quiver on the other. This was something that could only be earned if you were named a Grand Knight, saved the life of a Royal family member or contributed to a great cause during a war. And it was also passed down within the family and used as a means to demand acceptance as a Squire or Knight.

Now that I think about it, I haven't introduced the currency of this world. Initially, I assumed that different empires would have different currencies. After all, why would an empire use another empire's currency? It was humiliation on their side, but in this world, there was only one currency that could be used in every corner of the globe. Radiant was the currency's name. A bronze coin is referred to as bronze radiant, a silver coin as silver radiant, a gold coin as gold radiant, and so on. However, they are simply referred to as bronze coins, silver coins, and so on.

That’s right, if he is that rich, he can just give a couple sacks of gold coins just like that, then why did I have to pay for his meals? Clairmont shot me a lazy glance. While sitting up, he told me to take out a piece of gold coin from my storage. Although confused, I slowly followed his request. “This is the gold coin that I gave them earlier.” Clairmont showed a gold coin of about 2.5 cm diameter with a design of a dragon head engraved on it. The gold coin that I had, on the other hand, is smaller for about a centimetre in diameter than his gold coin, with a design of a rose engraved on it.

Grave ones. He knelt, reaching into his robes and pulling out a small red cloth. With practiced hands, he gently unwrapped the fabric, revealing nine coins—each one unique, from a different origin and time. One was made of smooth ivory, etched with ancient symbols that glowed faintly in the dim light. Another, forged from tarnished silver, was weathered and worn, its surface covered in intricate designs that seemed almost alive. A third was made of polished wood, dark and cracked, its origins lost to time. The fourth coin, unlike the others, appeared almost new—crafted from shimmering gold, it gleamed brightly in the fading light. The fifth was of stone, crudely shaped and covered in crude m

Matteo asked, his interest had risen. Organic solid gold, heavy with thick deep inscriptions. Each side of the coin had different faces carved on them. The coin was resting on Matteo's right palm. Lexi had lightly tossed him the coin to check its quality. He was not going to fall for a fixed game. He tossed it back at her and she deftly caught it. Matteo poured himself another glass of brandy and drank while waiting for Lexi's gamble. "You took a good look at the coin I presume, so let's play a game of heads or tail, best one out of one," Lexi continued.

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

The candle hissed, and the air thickened, like the monastery itself was listening. “You’ll find me when the ink calls,” he said softly. “But know this — no witness can stop love from breaking rules it doesn’t understand.” He pressed a small black coin into my hand — carved with an ouroboros swallowing its tail. “Give this to your king,” he said. “It binds my existence to your covenant.” And just like that, the old man faded into the shadow of the altar. The candle went out. Only the coin remained warm in my palm.

Then suddenly, he crouches and picks something from under a thick shrub—a silver coin glinting faintly in the sunlight. I blink, a surprised laugh slipping out. “Wait—you actually found one?” I say, grinning. “Wow, that’s—” Before I can finish, Aurelia snatches the coin from my hand, her laughter loud and triumphant. “That’s why Lior’s the king of these games! Didn’t I tell you? We’re going to win for sure!” Lior doesn’t even look at her. He just turns and keeps moving, eyes on the next clue. The way he ignores her should be satisfying—but somehow, it just confuses me.

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.