Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 110 Report
Sitting in the carriage leaving the palace, the Marquis Cavendish was very curious about what Haven and Frederick IV had talked about for so long.

Thinking back on what she had said last, afraid of scaring her grandfather—of course, not afraid that her grandfather would find out she had talked nonsense again and scold her—the sensible and filial Haven deliberately chose to tell the old Marquis what she had said.

Marquis Cavendish looked at Havent, who had a sincere face, with suspicion, feeling that his grandson wasn't such an honest person.

"So you mean that after all that time, His Majesty only told you about his encounter with your father at the Amar defense line?"

"Yes, His Majesty said that he met my father at the Ama Defense Line thirty years ago and became best friends. But why did His Majesty go to the Ama Defense Line back then? Do princes also need to go to the front lines?"

Upon hearing Haven's question, the old Marquis stopped dwelling on what his grandson and His Majesty had said. Instead, he seemed to fall into deep thought, and after a moment of contemplation, he slowly said:
"This involves some royal secrets, which are not something a child like you should know. However, since you have come to the capital, and your father's relationship with His Majesty is indeed extraordinary, it is better for you to know a little about some things, so as not to be used by those with ulterior motives in the future."

Haven had only asked the question casually to distract his grandfather, but he didn't expect there to be a real story behind it. As a keen gossip lover, he naturally couldn't miss any opportunity to enjoy the juicy gossip, so he immediately sat up straight and blinked his blue-green eyes to signal his grandfather to tell him the story.

"How much do you know about the history of the empire?"

Haven, like a good student showing off, raised his hand and answered:
"I have read many books, such as the History of the Empire, A Brief History of the Empire, and Biographies of the Kings of England."

Marquis Cavendish chuckled and nodded to indicate that he understood.

"It seems your mother doesn't want you to be like your father, someone who lacks political wisdom. As a nobleman of a territory, your father's judgment and understanding of some things are still too idealistic."

Sensing Havent's displeased gaze, Marquis Cavendish reached out and patted Havent's head before continuing:
"Alright, alright, we've gone off on a tangent. You'll naturally develop your own opinions and understanding of some things in the future. Just consider what I just said as some of my old man's ramblings."

Let's continue with Frederick IV. Although the books you've read seem to record many major events in the empire in great detail, given the empire's two thousand years of history, the various historical records, stacked as high as a person, only provide a superficial description. Some events that truly had a profound impact on the empire are actually not recorded.

Hearing his grandfather's words, Haven felt they sounded very familiar, as if he had heard them somewhere before. After thinking for a moment, his eyes lit up.

"Ah, Grandpa! Earl Morrie said something similar, that some true history can't be found in officially circulated books. Why is that?"

"Hehehe, it seems that old fox Mori thinks highly of you. The situation you described is the result of compromise among various forces. As you know, the internal situation of the empire is actually very complicated, including His Majesty the Emperor, the old traditional nobles, the emerging new nobles, various supernatural forces, and church groups."

The more powerful a faction, the more conflicts arise between them. Many wars stemming from these conflicts are not exactly honorable or just. To maintain the dignity of the empire and preserve appearances, certain events are not recorded in official histories but are instead documented individually by each faction.

Hearing his grandfather finally explain the question that had been puzzling him for so long, Haven stroked his chin and began to think.

"In that case, wouldn't it mean that when each faction records events, they will only record what is advantageous to themselves, while going to great lengths to smear and ridicule what the other side has done?"

"Hahahaha~ Little Vent, you are indeed very perceptive. That's right, this kind of record is bound to have this situation. So when you acquire some new knowledge, you must learn to judge how much of this new information is true and useful."

At this moment, Haven's expression had become contorted like a Muggle. As a model youth of the 21st century and a flower of the motherland in his youth, he really didn't understand why things had to be made so complicated.

Seeing his grandson's face contorted with thought and confusion, the Marquis Cavendish let out a hearty laugh:

"Alright, if you can't figure it out, don't force it. Once you have more life experience, you'll naturally understand some things. There are also some books in the manor; you can take a look if you're interested. Let me continue telling you about His Majesty's trip to the Arma defense line."

Feeling a bit fuzzy, Haven shook his head a few times. Put aside the endless questions for now; watching the drama unfold was more important.

"Although His Majesty is now the supreme ruler of the entire country, thirty years ago, our Emperor was not a popular candidate for succession. Not only was he unpopular, but he could even be described as a very marginal prince."

His mother and her family were just an ordinary earldom, so they couldn't offer him any help. Thirty years earlier, the only duke in the North, Duke Hoffman, had been ambushed during a battle against orcs, and his entire family was wiped out in the process.

With the North lacking a leader, it desperately needed someone of status and position to stabilize the situation. Meanwhile, the capital was also in turmoil. After years of reckless turmoil, Sleeping King Keane was nearing the end of his life, and the leading candidates for the crown prince were naturally unwilling to leave the capital at this juncture.

Frederick IV, whose maternal family was not prominent and who was not favored by the Sleeping King, was naturally the best choice to go to the North to stabilize the situation.

Hearing this explosive and powerful gossip, the excited Haven almost turned into a squeaking harpy on the spot, instantly conjuring up a very awesome story of a fallen prince leading his army back to the capital and bravely seizing the throne.

"So, judging from the current outcome, our Emperor successfully transformed from an unpopular prince into the Emperor of the Empire because he returned with the support of the Northern Border? Does that mean we in the Northern Border are the royalists?"

Marquis Cavendish looked at his grandson with surprise, not quite understanding how the little guy had come up with such a plot.

"No, that's not true. If His Majesty had returned to the capital with the troops from the north, the orcs in the north would have been overjoyed."

"Ah~ that's not how it is?"

Hearing that he had guessed the classic play incorrectly, Haven looked utterly disappointed. How could he resist such a satisfying moment?
Lord Cavendish, who sat down opposite Havent, stroked his beard and slowly said:

"It's not like the people from the North didn't participate at all. Back then, your father, that fool, led a hundred of his White Lion Knights back to the capital with Frederick IV."

Upon hearing that his favorite play had actually happened, and that it was his own father who had personally organized it, Haven became excited again. "Well done, Old Deng! He truly deserves to be my father. What a great contribution he has made to the country!"

"So it was my father and His Majesty the Emperor who led a hundred White Lion Knights to storm the palace and help His Majesty seize the throne?"

"Ok?"

Marquis Cavendish looked at Haven again in surprise. Why did his grandson keep thinking about things that would wipe out the family? Had he been corrupted by that bastard Kevin? That shouldn't be the case. Kevin might do some mindless things, but he wasn't really stupid.

“Little Vent, where did you get these strange ideas? Your father was just escorting His Majesty back to report on matters in the North. As for His Majesty ascending the throne, that’s another matter entirely.”

"Ah~ that's not how it is. I thought it was my father who helped His Majesty the Emperor return to the capital, kill all his rivals, and finally ascend the throne. Then our Northern Territory became the royalists."

Seeing the dejected look on Havent's face, Marquis Cavendish found it somewhat amusing. He hadn't expected his grandson to have such a jumble of thoughts. But young people, after all, always tend to fantasize about stories from bards' tales. "Hahahaha~ Little Havent, try to read less of those bard's tales. As the heir to a noble family, you need to learn to discard those unrealistic ideas. Many things in life aren't as thrilling, passionate, and epic as depicted in those stories."

However, regarding the royalists you mentioned, they actually existed a long time ago, dating back to the Hundred Years' War. It's just that the North has always belonged to the royalists, but in recent years, this is because His Majesty Frederick served on the Armagh Line and knows the current high-ranking nobles in the North. Therefore, their relationships and stances are more clearly defined.

Looking at Duke Cavendish's wistful expression, Haven felt a little unsatisfied. This seemed a bit too bland. Shouldn't there have been a few more fights? The kind where some blood is shed?
"That's it? That's too uneventful. Our Emperor ascended the throne just like that?"

Seeing Havent's dissatisfaction, Marquis Cavendish's beard twitched involuntarily.

"The succession of imperial power is certainly not such a simple matter, but it is also not as you think. Although the empire has many internal conflicts, the scene you described will not occur in terms of the establishment of the successor and the ascension of the new emperor."

And all I'm telling you is to tell you that the relationship between your father and His Majesty the Emperor isn't like the usual emperor-minister relationship; it's more like…”

Although he had a feeling that Frederick IV's ascension to the throne was not so simple, Hevent didn't press the matter further, seeing that his grandfather didn't intend to tell him. He then whispered a hint to the Marquis Cavendish, who seemed to have run out of things to say.

"Comrades-in-arms who fought alongside you?"

"Hiss... You could say that. So because of your father's actions, no matter what you think, you will definitely be labeled as a staunch royalist. And the situation in the capital is never peaceful. You must be prepared to face any problem at any time."

Hearing this, Haven nodded obediently. After all, Count Morley had emphasized this matter many times when he came. Speaking of which, that old fox had even asked him to help his son.

"By the way, Grandpa, when can I start school?"

Marquis Cavendish, who had been talking all the way, felt a little tired and leaned back in the carriage to close his eyes and rest.

"You're already thinking about going to school? Your mother already spoke with the college today, so you should be able to register tomorrow."

"Oh, I see."

Just then, the carriage stopped, and the door was opened by the accompanying servants.

"Your Excellency, Lord Haven, we have arrived."

After getting out of the car, the grandfather and grandson bowed to the royal butler who had returned with his guards, and then walked into the manor. The marquis's butler, who had been waiting at the manor gate, walked up to them with a silver pot inlaid with rubies in his hand.

"My lord, young master Brien has returned, and dinner is ready."

Marquis Cavendish took the teacup handed to him by the butler, took a sip of the milk in the teacup, and his mental state improved noticeably.

"It's faster than scheduled, little Went. You can go find your mother now. Your grandfather still has some things to take care of."

"Okay."

After handing the teacup back to the butler, Haven smacked his lips. He had to admit that milk was actually quite nice once you got used to it; it warmed his stomach.

After dinner, Haven and Lori lay on the table playing a card game that had recently become very popular in the capital, a game with a catchy name: 'Gwent'.

"Mr. Will, how come you always seem to be able to guess what card I'm going to play next?"

Lori, who had lost eight games in a row to Haven, couldn't understand why he had suddenly found himself in a passive position when he had been in the lead. It was as if Mr. Will could read his mind.

Seeing Lori's bewildered expression, Haven couldn't help but feel smug again.

“Let me tell you, Lori, your expression is too obvious. Whether you have any cards left in your hand, or whether you can get the cards into my hand, your expression makes it all too clear.”

"Oh, is that so? Then I'll keep the same expression for the rest of the game, that way you definitely won't be able to beat me."

Looking at Lori's confident expression, Haven shook his head slightly. "Young man, how dare you, a weakling, challenge the authority of Lord Haven?"

"You're still not convinced? Let me tell you, you still can't win."

"Havent! Lori! You two should go to sleep. You have to report to the Royal Academy tomorrow."

Upon seeing Ms. Louise enter the room, the two immediately stopped what they were doing. Haven's reaction was purely instinctive, while Lori simply obeyed.

Under Louise's watchful eye, the two quickly tidied up the messy Gwent cards on the table and walked side by side to their room.

"It's so restrictive at home. Once we get to school tomorrow, we can do whatever we want. Oh, and Marquis Mori's son, Kubant, has been in the capital for several years now. We'll have him show us around."

Nothing in the night

Having gotten up very early, the two of them, with the help of their maids' meticulous grooming, finally regained their noble demeanor. Escorted by guards, they headed to the Royal Academy under the guidance of Lady Louise.

"Later, you two will go to the 'Velita' Awakening Hall to test your talents, levels, elemental affinity, and so on."

Ms. Yelena is my mentor, and she will be in charge of your enrollment registration. Once all the tests are completed, you can be admitted.

Sitting in the magic carriage, watching the street scene fade away, Haven couldn't help but sigh, "Finally, it's time to go to school."

(End of this chapter)