Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 15 Dragon's Lament
The White Lion Knights, seeing their young master standing in front of the dragon doing something, dared not disturb him and tacitly cleared away the surrounding ghouls, forming a large circle and establishing a state of emergency.

"Without your help, I would not have been able to escape the control of the Naraku Chosen. Now I can finally return to Lord Dragon God's kingdom."

My name is Nagre Zemir Ya Frei.
It was a pleasure to meet you at the last minute.

"Ah! Hello, my name is Haven. Haven Hylan."

After announcing his name, Haven instinctively gave a noble salute.

"Before I leave, as a token of my gratitude, I'd like to give you this."

Countless tiny streams of light emerged from the red dragon Nagre, then converged into several ribbons of light that flowed into Havent's body.

Goodbye, brave young man.

May the Dragon God bless you.

Under Haven's watchful gaze, the red dragon burst into flames, its flesh turning to ashes like burnt paper and drifting into the dark night sky.

As the last streak of light disappeared, Haven uncontrollably plopped down on the ground, his mind reeling with a mix of sensations.

The soldiers nearby, thinking their young master had been injured, rushed over.

With the help of the soldiers, Haven stood up.

"It's okay, I'm fine."

I looked up at the night sky, then at the spot where the dragon had disappeared, and silently said to myself...
Farewell, Nagre, may your journey home be safe.

After standing there in a daze for a moment, I think this situation can be considered a breakthrough.

"Let's go back."

"Yes, young master."

The White Lion Knights who remained behind had completed the cleanup of the battlefield, and in the end, only seven seriously wounded members of the thirty-man raiding squad led by Havent remained.

After settling the wounded, a very sleepy Haven lay down on his horse and fell asleep.

'Nobody wants you, nobody wants you, go eat shit!'

Grandma, I'm hungry~

"Little White, Little White, don't run away~ Don't hit Little White~ Little White, don't die~"

'Get out of here! Get out of here! Go beg for food somewhere else!'

'Little Went~ Mommy's Little Went~'

'Kevin! How dare you hit your son! I'll fight you to the death!'

"Hey! Son, come here, come here, Daddy will take you hunting!"

"Young master, it's getting late. You should go back. You've been sitting on the city wall all day."

"Young Master? Young Master? What's wrong? Are you alright?"

Hearing someone calling his name, Haven's brow twitched rapidly a few times as he lay in bed, then he slowly opened his eyes.

'Cough cough~'

"Young master, water~"

Haven took the teacup, gulped down several mouthfuls, and handed over the water glass.

"Ankuto~ How long have I been asleep?"

The silver-haired old man helped Havent sit up from the bed, placed a cushion behind his back, and stood respectfully to the side, saying...
"Young Master, you've been asleep for two days now."

"What? It's been that long?"

Haven was startled by the butler's answer, but he did feel like he had slept for a long time and had many dreams.

"How is it outside?"

"The Dawnguard arrived this morning and are currently stationed outside the city. Their leader and other nobles are in the meeting room. They should not have come out yet."

Haven rubbed his head, which was throbbing from sleeping too long, and patted it a couple of times, feeling much better. He then stood up from the bed. "How's the ghoul army?"

Ancourt took the coat and draped it over Havent's shoulders from behind.

"The army of ghouls has withdrawn from the territory and is said to be heading towards Ugarama. Beyond that, this old minister is not aware of much."

"Ugarama? Isn't that the orc side?"

"Yes, young master."

'Gurgle~'

"Let's go eat first, I'm starving!"

"Yes, young master, it's all prepared for you, and it's all your favorite dishes."

Inside the restaurant, Haven held a pork leg covered in sauce in his left hand and kept shoveling soup into his mouth with a spoon in his right hand. A large bowl of corn, mushroom, and snow rabbit cream soup was quickly emptied.

He then swallowed the two pies made from roasted pork, leaned back in his chair, and let out a comfortable burp.

"Burp~ It feels so good to be full~"
"Ancourt, how's Taren? He was seriously injured."

Ancourt directed the maids to clear away the remaining food and handed a hot towel to Haven.

"Knight Commander Taren is recovering well under Lord Solis's care. Although he can't get out of bed yet, he should be able to move around normally after about a week of rest."

"Oh, I see~ We really owe Taren a lot back then. I'll go see him later."

By the way, what's the teacher doing? Is she also attending a meeting?

"No~ We have many wounded in this battle, and Lord Solis is currently treating the wounded in the wounded camp."

"Okay~ Let's go to the teacher's side first~"

Step out of the castle
The setting sun pierced through the clouds on the horizon, and Haven and the butler's shadows stared at the thirty-seven stone steps.

The approaching winter wind, carrying the scent of pine resin, swept past Havent's shirt, instantly evaporating the sweat on his back. As they walked, the patrolling guards frequently stopped to salute the two of them.

Passing through the archway, the clanging of metal echoed from the blacksmith's shop. The blacksmith, Carmen, was angrily berating his clumsy apprentice. Watching everyone bustling about, he couldn't help but chuckle.

He waved to Carmen as she saluted and headed straight for the wounded camp. The strong smell of herbs could be smelled from afar. After sneezing several times, Haven finally arrived at the largest tent where his teacher was.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Solis asked without turning his head:
"You're awake, little hero? How are you feeling? Is anything bothering you? I can take another look at you."

Havent sat down next to Solis very naturally, checked on the soldiers, and handed the tools to Solis.

"It's alright, I feel pretty good, but I didn't expect to sleep for so long."

Solis took the ointment Haven handed him, applied it to the wound, bandaged it, and waved to the soldiers nearby, signaling them to carry him away.

"It's normal. After all, you're just a beginner mage, and your magic power is already quite limited. You overdid it so much. It's already a miracle you haven't gone mad."

Haven shrugged in agreement.

"So, what happened in the end? Did Father catch up with the leader of that Church of Death?"

Solis shook his head, frowned, dug the rotting flesh off the shoulder of the soldier who had fallen on him, picked up a bottle of liquid that emitted a milky white glow, and poured it down.

The two reacted violently instantly, and a plume of black smoke rose from the soldier's wound.

"No, the Earl was also seriously injured, and that man in black actually summoned a Corpse Lord."

With the Highlord of the Corpses blocking their way, the remaining heretics of the Church of the Dead fled to Ugarama with their remaining undead army.

Listening to the teacher's description, Haven was both puzzled and relieved.

"I see! Ancourt said that the leaders of the Dawnguard have been in a meeting with Father and the others all day. Do you know what they've been doing?"

Solis gave Havent a strange smile.
"What else could be worth arguing about between nobles and the church?"

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