Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 113 Kubant

"Havent, Lori, Mom's leaving now. You two need to behave well at school, don't cause any trouble, and remember to come home for dinner on your days off."

As a high-ranking nobleman, Haven was entitled to a dormitory with a private courtyard when he enrolled at the Royal Academy. Although Haven longed to relive the happy life of sharing a dormitory room with several people in college, he had to temporarily give up the idea due to Louise's strong opposition.

"Okay, okay, I know, Mom. I'm such a reliable person, what else do you have to worry about?"

Louise shook her head helplessly, feeling that children grow up in the blink of an eye. Just a few months ago, he was someone who couldn't muster any interest in anything, but when they met again a few months later, he was like a completely different person.

"Alright, you're all grown up now, and you know how to behave properly. The New Year Winter Festival is your cousin's wedding, so remember to come back and attend."

"Yes, I won't forget, I won't forget, don't worry."

Louise, who had just boarded the carriage, wanted to say something, but in the end she just shook her head and said nothing.

Watching the carriage disappear into the distance, Haven, standing at the entrance of the detached dormitory, cheered:

"Freedom! Lori, the feeling of freedom makes me think about what we're going to do next."

Seeing Havent's excited gestures and movements, Lori hesitated for a moment before interrupting Havent's daydreaming.

"Um... Mr. Will, it seems we can't go out to play. We have to go to class tomorrow."

"What?! What are you saying?!"

Hearing Lori's words, Haven was stunned as if struck by lightning, and froze on the spot. After a few moments of calm, he stiffly turned to look at Lori.

"What did you just say? Say it again."

Seeing Havent's murderous expression, Lori instinctively took a few steps back, scratched his temple, and said hesitantly:

"Ms. Louise just gave me a few schedules with some courses she selected for us. I took a look, and it seems we'll be going to class tomorrow. Tomorrow, my class will be a lecture on the basic theory of the Source of Magic and an explanation of the eight basic meditation techniques."

Let me see. Tomorrow morning you'll be learning fire elemental magic applications and techniques, and in the afternoon you'll be learning the basics of space-time magic.

Seeing the few pages of paper in Lori's hand, Haven snatched them away. The more he read, the worse his expression became, and by the end, he let out a loud howl.

"This is way too full! How can they even have time to go out and play?!"

As the paper fell onto the grass, its contents became visible. According to the schedule on the paper, Haven had at least three days a week, both morning and afternoon, and the rest of the days, except for his rest days, were basically half-day classes.

After sitting on the ground grumbling for a long time, Haven finally resigned himself to this tragic reality.

"Let's go~"

Lori silently picked up the papers and looked at Haven with a blank expression.

"Ah~ Where are we going?"

“When I came here, Lord Mori of the North told me that I could go see his son. Now that we have some time, let’s go see him. Come to think of it, I think I saw him when I was a child, but I don’t remember him at all now.”

Since they had forgotten to ask Lord Morley what his son had studied in the North, the two of them had no choice but to go to the Rittanon Complex again. Just then, the royal envoy who had received Havel and his party was talking to a guard.

"Um, Lord Hoss, it's a pleasure to meet you. There's something I'd like to ask you."

Hearing a voice behind him, the impeccably dressed royal envoy, Hoss, quickly turned around. Upon seeing Havent and his companion, he immediately performed a standard aristocratic greeting.

"Hello, great white lion, esteemed young master Haven, how may I help you?"

Seeing that the other party bowed to him so respectfully, Haven and Lori quickly returned a standard aristocratic bow.

"Um, I'd like to ask, where is Kubant, the son of Earl Mori, who also comes from the North?"

Upon hearing Havent's question, Hoss turned to the attendant beside him and said:

"Go and check on the residence of the young master Kuban from the North and whether he attended class today."

Upon receiving the order, the attendant quickly entered a room to the side. After waiting for a few minutes, the guard hurried over and handed Hoss a note.

"I apologize for keeping you waiting, Master Haven. Master Kubant is currently residing in the independent noble dormitory at x|x3-021, which is not particularly far from where you are currently living. However, according to the information I just found, Master Kubant should not be in the dormitory at the moment. He should be attending Professor Silev's Business and Economic Development class. You can find him in the Emilia Building. Their class is held in the seventh hall on the third floor."

He took the note from Hoss, glanced at the information on it carefully, and then awkwardly looked up and smiled.

"Hehehe~ This is my first day here, and I don't know the way very well. Do you have a map? Could you give me a copy?"

Hoss was clearly taken aback by Havent's words, and after a moment of stunned silence, he quickly recovered.

"I'll arrange for someone to take you there right away. Here's a map of the academy, please keep it safe."

Watching Hoss quickly arrange everything, Haven couldn't help but admire him. As expected of the emperor's special envoy, his professional skills are truly outstanding; he's a real talent.

Sitting in the college gardens carriage arranged by Hoss, Havent kept remarking to Lori:
"Tsk tsk tsk tsk~ This Horst envoy is really a talent, tsk tsk tsk tsk, the kind of multi-talented person that is very rare."

Lori, sitting across from Haven, listened in a daze and looked at Haven in confusion.

"Mr. Will, what is a multi-skilled talent?"

"A multi-skilled person is someone who knows a little bit about everything, is good at solving problems, and is very reliable. The key is that they are also loyal and hardworking. They are often referred to as a corporate slave or a beast of burden."

Lori watched as Haven spoke eloquently, and although he didn't understand what he was saying, he still felt that Haven was very impressive.

"Then I want to become a well-rounded person in the future, so that I can help Mr. Will."

Looking at Lori's sincere face, Haven felt embarrassed to continue explaining the meaning of cattle and slaves to little Lori. After all, the child's intentions were good, so of course, he should actively support him.

While the two were chatting in the carriage, the coachman had already brought them to Emilia Tower.

"My lords, we have arrived at our destination."

After jumping off the carriage, Haven casually tossed a coin to the coachman and began to examine the Emilia Building in front of him. It was a six-story building made of some unknown material.

"Come on, let's go in."

Emilia Building, third floor

"Students, building on our previous lesson, today we will continue our discussion of business practices and some important aspects of the development of commercial circulation. Although our world is filled with various powerful forces, and even deities, commercial forms will never disappear; they will simply exist in various forms..."

Inside Hall 7, a half-human figure with a full head of white hair stood on the podium, explaining today's course. As an elective course that was not a major subject, there were obviously not many students in this business training course.

The main hall, number seven, which could seat two hundred people, was only sparsely populated with fewer than eighty people. However, for the halfling Silev, the number of students attending his class wasn't particularly important. The only thing that mattered to him was that he would earn thirty points after the class. In the academy, points were sometimes more important than money, since they could be exchanged for many things that money couldn't buy. On the podium, the halfling professor was slowly and deliberately lecturing, while the gloomy young man sitting by the window was clearly not paying attention to the lesson.

One hand propped up his head, his eyes staring blankly into the distance, while the other hand held a quill pen, scribbling indistinct lines on the paper.

"Oh~ isn't this our young master Kubant? It's been so long, I've really missed you."

Hearing the annoying voice behind him, Kubant, who had been staring blankly, quickly regained his focus and turned to look behind him.

"Allah, Ihorar! What are you doing here?"

Seeing several elegantly dressed young noblemen sitting behind him, Kubant's face darkened instantly.

"Hahahaha, Cuban, that's a really funny question. What are we here for? Of course, we're here to listen to lectures. What, only you, Cuban, can listen, but we can't?"

Seeing the smiling faces of the group, Cuban snorted and turned away.

"Oh, tsk tsk tsk, as expected of the heir to the Earl of the North, you have quite the temper. But I wonder how your good-for-nothing father raised you, you don't know even the slightest bit of aristocratic etiquette."

Kubant, who had originally intended to ignore these people, suddenly glared at them with wide eyes when he heard such a sentence from behind, his face turning red as his blood rushed to his head.

The noble youths sitting behind Kubant chuckled as they looked at Kubant's flushed face.

"Oh dear? What? What's wrong, young master Cuban?"

Looking at Allah, who was so innocent-looking and determined to deny what he had just said, Kubant felt like his scalp was about to bleed. These people had really gone too far lately, and their constant little tricks had left Kubant exhausted.

He clenched and unclenched his fists, thinking about the plight of the Northern children here. He could only sigh deeply. No matter how much he resisted alone, it wouldn't make much difference. Perhaps he should return to the North like Simayala, and let this exhausting and meaningless struggle end here.

Seeing Kubant turn back again, Allah and the others couldn't help but let out a grating laugh. As far as they were concerned, as long as those guys in the North were having a hard time, then they were having a good time.

"Tch, the North is nothing special, just a bunch of barbarians. Where did they come from? They should go back to where they came from. They're as stupid as orcs, and they're even here to study business and economics. It's hilarious."

Cuban heard the undisguised sarcasm clearly, which further fueled the anger that was already burning within him.

With a sudden movement, Kubant stood up from his seat, staring coldly at the laughing and joking southern nobleman sitting behind him. To the latter's surprise, Kubant suddenly jumped up and swung his fists at the group.

The southern noble sons who were tackled by Kubant were stunned for a moment, but then quickly began to attack.

The halfling Silev, standing on the platform, was startled by the sudden scene before him and quickly tried to stop him:

"Students, students, don't fight! This is the Royal Academy."

As he spoke, he walked forward, intending to try and mediate, but upon getting closer, he discovered that several noble youths were fighting. Realizing that he couldn't stop them, the halfling quickly left the classroom and prepared to seek help from the academy guards.

On the other side, Haven and Lori, who had just walked up to the third floor, were about to see where the Seventh Central Hall that Soth had mentioned was when they heard a commotion in the distance. Then, a short halfling walked over quickly, followed by a dozen or so students who looked flustered.

Seeing the students rushing away in a hurry, Haven was a little confused and grabbed a passing student.

"Hey, what's wrong? What happened?"

The student, who had originally planned to quickly escape the trouble, was pulled back and was about to curse a few words and break free to continue his escape, but when he looked down and saw the exquisite white lion badge on Havent's chest, he quickly changed the curse he was about to utter.

"In the central hall of number seven, a student from the Northern noble family was fighting with a group of students from the Southern noble family."

Having gotten the answer he wanted, Haven released his grip and let the student leave on his own.

"Oh, I see. Tsk tsk tsk, as expected of young people, so passionate."

Just as I was about to add a couple more comments, I suddenly realized something seemed a little off.

"Holy crap! Central Hall Seven, that's not Kubant!"

To Lori's bewildered look, Haven ran straight against the flow of people, and Lori, realizing what was happening, quickly followed.

Classroom No. 7

Aside from being caught off guard by Kubant's sudden attack at the beginning, Allah and his companions quickly turned the tide after regaining their composure.

After all, there were six of them, and with them working together in such a cramped space as a seat, Kubant, who didn't have much room to maneuver, quickly lost his balance and was knocked to the ground.

Allah rubbed his slightly red, swollen, and painful cheeks, and looked at Kubant, who was leaning against the table looking extremely disheveled.

Under the combined attack of several people, even though Kubant's strength was not bad as a beginner knight, three of the opponents were also beginners. After a mere ten seconds of fighting, it turned into a one-sided beating.

"Hmph~ You started it, tsk tsk tsk. You Northerners are a bunch of brainless people, now you can't even beat someone in a fight, how shameful~"
"If it weren't for the money we spend every year, your Northern Territory would have been breached by the Orcish Empire long ago. A bunch of useless trash, from top to bottom, go back to your Northern Territory, you laughable Orc bastards!"

Kubant, half-lying against the table leg, had half his face covered in blood. His nose was probably broken, and blood was gushing out like a tap.

Hearing the insults the men hurled at the North and at her family, the physical pain made her tremble slightly, but it paled in comparison to the pain in her heart.

"You are not allowed to insult the North!!"

With a roar, Kubant, who had struggled to his feet, once again swung his fist at Allah, who was standing in the middle.

Allah, who was prepared, took a step back, and the noble boy next to him kicked Kubant back.

“Hey, Rodrod, be gentle. You’re hurting our Mori family heir. Nobody’s willing to fight off the orcs for us in the North anymore.”

"Someone like him dares to fight off orcs? He'd probably wet his pants in fear at the sight of them."

Allah burst into laughter upon hearing Rodrod's taunts.

"Hahahaha~ You're right."

Covered in blood and looking disheveled, Kubant struggled a few times but couldn't get up. He could only glare fiercely at the group with his bloodshot eyes.

"Don't look at us with that defiant gaze. This is just a game among us nobles. If you can't handle it, you can go back to the North. Of course, if you're still not satisfied, you're welcome to come and find me anytime. But next time, you'd better prepare a better healer for yourself."

"I think we don't need to do it next time, let's do it this time. I'll cover all your medical expenses. If any of you manage to escape, that's it. I won't let you wake up again in three days!!!!"

Upon hearing this exceptionally powerful voice, Allah and his entourage turned around and looked up toward the classroom door.

A boy with medium-length platinum blonde hair was looking at them with cold eyes.

(End of this chapter)