All Chapters of The Chosen One: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

With that said, Ambrose walked back to his wife, carrying his plate of cheese and the goblet of wine. He grabbed a few final morsels, then left the buffet table too. There was only so long they could pretend to collect food. The countess was already watching him suspiciously.And he wasn’t the only one. Knight Leo, the spy, came to the banquet as well. "Ambrose, what were you talking about with the Countess?” Leo insisted as Ambrose halted beside him.“Oh, you know, we were dealing with conventional threats and conflict humor,” he answered back pleasantly, eating a piece of cheese. Leo's nose scrunched up in discomfort. He was simply not delighted. “Do not consort with the enemy Knight Ambrose.”“It’s just a pastime, Leo.”“You stupid little boy. Of course, it's fun, a silly bunter, but the games of vampires and witches are very real.” His hand clenched down on his wrist. “Don’t give the Church a reason to chastise you. Because when you turn their wrath on you, I will share in the pun

What was the mission to be? Were they escorting the lords to a dangerous appointment? Were they confronting rebels inciting revolt among the estate's tenants? Were they rooting out guardsmen from their lair? Would he be called upon to fight? By fist or by the sword? The Commander had ordered full gear, he must be prepared for anything. From the oak locker at the foot of his cot, Leo pulled his old leather weapons belt, short dagger, and sword. Enthusiasm twinged in his belly as he tightened the scabbards to the belt. He settled and confirmed an adequate store of additional small blades in the pouch on the belt.Uncovering the sensitivity of his dagger wanting, he drew out the honing stone and oil and set them upon the lid of the box. Placed on the edge of the bed with his legs straddling the corner of the lockbox, he began smoothing the blade, rhythmically drawing one edge rather than the other over the stone. The surprising turn of the afternoon's events was difficult to comprehend.

The two unclothed young human-like creatures grappled in the village square yard shrouded by rows of stone columns. They wore nothing but pareu, an animal skin garment safeguarding their genitals from their harsh sparring. They were Monster Knight in their home in the village of Redberg on the eastern coastline of the land. They are the knights of the church, their army. Monsters, humanoid in form, they're uncouth, messy, dirty, disgusting, barbaric creatures with no sense of honor. The only times they do work together will more than likely resemble something akin to a horde than anything like a professional army.They exerted their continual competition of physical embodiment and prominence as new recruits in the reserves of the legion. Months ago, they were just ordinary humans, knights with no less than a common army but with the help of a powerful sorcerer, and with the blood of the beast of the underworld they evolved into something else more vicious than werewolves or trolls, t

The old wooden coffin was reinstated to the back of the battalion to be looked after by the attendant of their lords. The Redberg chiefs enjoined their men to take motivation to avoid retreat or they become captive to their vicious opposer. The Islander could see that the Redberg armies were scheming on overpowering them with an enormous assault of their whole armed battalions, comprising further reinforcements. It was a record of almost two hundred monster knight men. So, in acknowledgment, Islander called up every man in reserve to dispute that bombardment with close to two hundred of their own. In doing so, the Islanders called away from the whole regiment that sheltered the wooden coffin of the vampire in its own tent, leaving it and its league of five lords entirely unprotected at the rear of the troop.Cornelius and Darwin had found a hiding niche near there the night before when they explored the troop's activities. As soon as the battalions were immersed in battle, all awarene

Redberg VillageAfter the banquet, Andrew went to his chamber in Camellana villa. He tried to clear his head as he woke. The old woman kept asking him why he didn't find a nice girl and make his own bloodline of a powerful vampire. He wants some, but hasn't found a woman he can get along with. His mate. Whoever or wherever she may be. When sleep covered his headache Andrew succumbed to the lull of nothingness.Dreaming.He was so thirsty! His throat hurts, and he feels so hot and uncomfortable. With that thought, He opened his eyes.'Why am I naked and lying on the sand? Why am I at the base of a cliff?' He asked himself? Anxious and confused at the same time.It was completely upright, possibly forty or fifty metres high. 'Where on earth am I?' Did he fall and hit his head? Or was he rock climbing again, and on earth was he naked?In a while, Andrew sat up, then slowly stood. It didn't feel like he was injured at all; after all, who could have endured him? He was a predator and never