Fantasy Nobles の小説・ストーリー

I need to strengthen my support, I need someone who can create a bomb that will explode in secret. In the aristocrats table, in nobles line, D'aureville is the highest after the Sylvestre. Next in line is the owner of the gold mines in Katarta and the owner of the land in Freista where the large number of farmers lives. Commander Raynold is part of the highest nobility for owning the building where swords are made. I bit the end of the pen and tapped my left fingers. There is this one last noble whom I didn't know in the past, he was part of the highest nobility but his last name was written on the commoners line.

Everyone was evidently excited about the upcoming event — almost everyone, as Mariana didn’t have any idea about the said tournament. Curious, Mariana asked her seatmate, Lilac Amberwood, regarding the said tournament. Lilac was also a noble, too, but unlike the others, she never looked to a person’s status. Mariana noticed that all nobles that were water mages never really treated the commoner students horribly. Noble water mages were also few in numbers, as most of them were commoners. It was a relief for Mariana, as she didn’t think that it would be fun to study in a place where literally everyone mistreated her just because she wasn’t born with royal blood.

She walked to the very edge of the platform, looking down at the trembling, kneeling sea of nobility. "The High Houses are dissolved," Natalia declared, her vocal authority dropping over the plaza like a physical hammer. "Your signet rings are scrap metal, and your deeds belong to the Royal Treasury. From this hour forward, you are no longer lords and ladies of the East. You are subjects of the Twin Thrones. If you wish to retain your lives, you will spend the next three moons working the agricultural fields you used to exploit, learning the exact weight of the soil that funded your luxury."

"And I will catch the rest eventually. The only question is whether you help me do it faster." She looked at the wall for a while. I waited because pushing too hard right now would make her shut down again. "The consortium" she finally said. "That is what they called themselves. A group of nobles from six different territories." "Names" I said. "Lord Vance you already have" she said. "Lord Harken from the Eastern Reaches. Lady Brynn from the Southern Coast. Lord Aldus and his brother Lord Crest from the Middle Territories. And Lord Fennick from the border region near the mountains."

She opened the list Mac gave her and started to look for the ingredients written on it. After getting all the ingredients on the list, Elena and Forest went further into the market. They studied the way people went about preparing for the royal banquet, both commoners and nobles alike. The female nobles all had their faces covered with a veil and had a maid or two flanking at their sides. Some were rude, some were quiet, letting their maid do everything for them. The commoners looked at them in awe, their faces bright as if seeing goddesses. There were also some male nobles. Some of them, Elena suspected, were the female nobles' brothers, while others could be their betrothed, or they were j

Standing beside her were her fierce ladies, wearing those veils as their princess. Prince Jion halted and climbed down his stallion as the two lords did likewise. They slightly bowed down to the princess and looked at the ladies beside her. The lords wondered prince Jion’s words…these two fierce ladies, in animal skin, holding such dangerous artilleries with them…did actually earn the royal prince compliment?

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The nobles were seated in curved rows along the walls, like an ocean of judgmental faces. Alessia recognized some by description. Men in rich crimson, their cloaks lined in fur and iron stitching—Ignis nobles. They held themselves like sparks waiting to ignite. Women in pale blues and whites—Aqua scholars, their eyes sharp and calculating. Terra warriors wearing heavy earth-toned armor. Eurus diplomats in flowing silver. Lux priests with golden patterns painted across their foreheads. And at the highest row, shrouded in darker garments —Caligo observers that have sharp eyes, quiet and watchful.

Noelle, Asty, and Mrs. Pickinns descended from their carriage after arriving at the Palace of Chesterfawn. With glimmering eyes, Noelle and Asty obsequiously stared at the Nobles which displayed beautiful and shimmering regalias. Dresses that are handwoven with sequins and beads which glowed in assonance of the lights. Noelle and Asty stared as the Nobles ascend the beautiful golden glass staircase that led to Palace's gates.

They were not bound by the solemnity of the moment, nor did they grant the blood time to congeal before they began weaving their plans. In a far corner, the nobles huddled together, their opulent robes billowing around them, shielding them from the crimson testament to their rebellion. Their shoes, polished to a mirror-like gleam, remained unsullied, a stark contrast to the fallen king at their feet. It was as though they had shed the last vestiges of humanity, consumed by the ravenous hunger for power.