We The Nobles Novels & Stories

shouted one of the nobles. "Elves are attacking, there are vampires, too!" he shouted haltingly because he was out of breath. "How come there are elves here? Let alone vampires." The nobles didn't believe it, but they had second thoughts because of this attack. "It can't be the royal army either, most of them are our people," said another noble. "Hello everyone!" Noe surprised the nobles by appearing suddenly with all of us. "That mask and robe!" One of the nobles pointed at Noe, then trembled.

“Okay, then tell me— is August Whisperwind a disciple under the Spirit Sword King?” “He even had his Crepusculum Ignotum. What do you think?” Actually… I’m asking whether he knew the Spirit Sword King. He’s not answering my question, but I assumed that he had already responded indirectly. “What about the Silverlight family? Why is the young mistress of the Silverlight family enrolling Imperial Knights Academy?” The Silverlight family is regarded as World Nobles— or known as Nobles of the World. Because of their achievement in exorcising against demons, ghosts, undead, and so on, many countries worldwide acknowledged their achievements. Officially declaring them as the family who protected hu

“Me too.” “If the school wasn’t swayed by nobles they wouldn’t be bounding together the way they are,” he told them. “It’s only nobles. Do you see anyone else between them? It’s been designed so that even here they ostracize the commoners. The nobles do not get punished for it. Not even a slap on the wrist for the wrong they do.”

“Call me Kash. And this is Ciara, my friend.” “Thank you.” After the short conversation, Kasha suddenly left us to check on his tent. And so we had to continue wandering in the area. “Have you heard that bastard Noah is joining us this year?” “I was expecting him to stay away from the royals, but it seems like he is thick-skinned.” “He probably wishes to take the throne away. A mere bastard dared to dream big. Tsk.” The nobles we passed whispered to each other in a voice that could be heard even by a weak witch like me. They did that deliberately. What a despicable creature.

The more records we reviewed, the less interested we became in continuing that tradition. Most of the ancient noble houses no longer existed. Some had died. Others had fractured. A few had simply become irrelevant. The Void was rebuilding. That meant we had a choice. And for once— We chose differently. The new nobles would not be selected by blood. They would be selected by ability. The decision caused outrage among exactly three people. Everyone else loved it. The former merchant who had organized an entire settlement after awakening? Noble. The woman who had coordinated food distribution across three districts?

Is he related to duke Valerie? Perhaps Anthea really has to reset all her thoughts and judgments to the beginning. Nothing could ever get past her keen eyes. But there was one thing that made Anthea feel extremely unreasonable. Duke Valerie after the bloody massacre a hundred years ago had almost completely disappeared from the political map of the Empire. No one knew any news about this noble. Not even a rumor. Everything just happened naturally in a way like it never existed. And a person who suddenly evaporates, disappearing without a trace will never be a normal thing. It's not as simple as what happened. Surely behind, some force has intervened. Especially when the power of the Valerie

News about Noble's death travelled miles and miles and by the next morning, everyone in the Jungle Dark world knew about it. People, demons and some powerful witches gathered at the throne headquarters. The reason for their gathering wasn't known yet. My heart pounded so hard and loud the moment I saw them coming. I thought they had come to protest against father. I knew they had come to punish Noble's killer but all this was answered the moment I found out that Noble's death became a victory for my family and the Jungle Dark world at large because he was a selfish king who cared only for his family, neglecting the citizens.

The both of them bowed. “Thank you.” I still wasn’t sure the right way to respond to everyone saying that to me. “The reason for our visit,” the woman continued, “is to hand deliver an invitation to join the Noble Club, which as I’m sure you know, is the Academy’s oldest and most exclusive club, established by and open only to students from the nation’s most prominent and elite noble families.” The man stepped forward and handed me a big envelope. It was the same shade of maroon as their jackets. The back was sealed with gold wax stamped with the Noble Club crest.

I wasn’t grasping at straws—I was grasping at thin air. “I thought he was, I don’t know, kind? Kind enough?” I say since Nia seems to be waiting for me to finish my thought. “He’s the alpha heir, right? All he had to do was tell Brody to shut up and go away.” Nia offers me a wonky smile. “Nobs are all the same.” Cadoc gave me a stone like Geralt Powell brings Drona a pint of bourbon or a clip for her hair. Like the nobs drop envelopes of cash in the donation box when they visit her or Arly.

I highlighted. Werewolves can't give off dark energy to another because this is only an act that can be performed by witches. Witches were banned from practicing magic let alone practice dark magic. “You're right. This would only mean something,” he replied, touching his beard gently. My eyes widened. “You can't be serious. It's not possible.” “What we have always feared has happened. A Noble is aware of your existence,” he revealed. “You can't be serious, father. That's a total lie. The Nobles were all killed decades ago,” I replied.