Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 179 Witness
"Huh? No?"

Haven looked at Serena standing beside him, then at Florian, the Grand Master of the First Royal Construct Knights, not far away, and finally at Frederick IV, whose hand was still on his shoulder.

"Your Majesty, have you misheard me? Perhaps I did not describe it clearly to you."

"Just ahead, at the Hendry Merchant Guild's warehouse camp at the border docks, a conspiracy against you awaits, so I suggest..."

Seeing Havent's somewhat animated gestures, Frederick IV, now quite calm, lost his previous impatience. It was as if he had been eager to verify some answers before, but now that he already knew the answers, he no longer had that urgent desire to know.

"No, it's not a small problem. You explained it very clearly, very clearly."

"But even if you know the answer to some things, it doesn't mean you have to back down. I don't know if you've ever heard this saying."

Hevante saw Frederick IV beckoning to him as he remounted his horse, and had no choice but to go over.

"Can you ride a horse?"

Frederick IV pointed to the horses that appeared from the small teleportation array, signaling Haven to mount his horse.

"If there really is a plot against you, your father and I actually share the same view on such matters, although we have different ways of dealing with it."

The stagnant construct knights started moving again. Haven, unable to fight back, had no choice but to follow Frederick. As for Serena, she didn't even glance at the horses that appeared from the teleportation array. After casting a lightness spell and a levitation spell on herself, she continued to float above Haven's head like a human balloon.

Frederick IV did not show any surprise at this, after all, the clues from his previous investigation of Havent proved that there was a powerful mage by Havent's side, and according to the analysis in the report, the mage's strength should be between that of a mage and an archmage.

"When faced with a conspiracy against you, you really only have two possible outcomes."

One type is someone who, through constant scheming, falls into a trap, the noose around their neck tightening until they can no longer struggle and die a miserable death, exiting the stage.

The other approach is to continuously resist and counterattack against the opponent's schemes, ultimately tearing apart any plots or tricks that come your way, and in the process, following the clues step by step to pursue and annihilate the opponent.

Hevent felt a chill run down his spine as Frederick IV spoke calmly. To be honest, as a product of compulsory education, the idea of ​​being easygoing and taking a step back had always been a deep-seated belief in him. Although he had been influenced by his father and mother during his growth over the years, and even when faced with certain situations, he could be ruthless and decisive.

But this kind of life-or-death struggle was something Haven had never even considered. Now, after hearing Frederick IV's words, Haven seemed to understand some of the things his father had insisted on in Whiterun.

"So this is why Your Majesty decided to personally go to the border docks?"

Frederick IV, as if he hadn't heard Hevent's question, continued speaking to himself:

"Sometimes, we seem to have many choices, but in reality, there are only two: move forward or retreat. Can or cannot. Go or not. Kill or not."

"And when you try to find a balance between these two, it is very difficult, even impossible. The painful lessons of history have always reminded everyone that looking back and forth and wanting both will only lead to disastrous results."

Seeing that Frederick IV ignored him, Haven, who was half a step behind, started to dart around quickly. After all, in the rehearsal, that werewolf was incredibly strong. Although Serena was powerful, it was uncertain whether she could defeat that stinky dog. Although the tentacle monster said she could, he didn't want Serena to get hurt, mainly because he had no reason to let Serena fight.

"Now, Haven, I'll answer your question."

"Huh? Huh?"

Frederick IV didn't take the slightly distracted Havent to heart. If you ignored the fully armed construct knights beside them, the two looked like a father and son strolling down the street.

"Actually, when I was your age, I had a lot of thoughts in my head all day long, all sorts of strange ideas kept popping up. Similarly, when faced with endless scheming and killing, I was very puzzled as to why people always had to be like this."

"Actually, I was thinking that if they wanted it but I didn't really need it, I should just give it to them. It's not a big deal. But people are greedy and never satisfied. Once they get this, they will inevitably want the next one that is within reach."

This is a cannibalistic world, Haven. One day, when you have nowhere left to retreat and are ready to fight back, you'll find yourself too weak to resist.

Listening to Frederick IV's calm words, Haven always felt that the other party seemed to be implying something, as if he was explaining something to him, or as if he was educating him.

"So, Haven, you just said that the reason I personally led the Construct Knights from the Platinum Palace into battle this time is because of this?"

By this time, the group had reached the outer perimeter of the dock. Scattered pieces of flesh, limbs, and large patches of blood began to appear before their eyes, and the black-scaled horse, smelling the blood, couldn't help but sneeze a few times.

Frederick IV tilted his head back and flared his nostrils slightly a few times. The smell of blood, gunpowder, and ashes in the air made his blood rush through his veins, and he became excited.

"You can say yes or no. If you are facing a trap set for you and you manage to escape it through your intelligence, wit, or some other means, it is not a good thing. It will only allow your enemy to prepare a more comprehensive plan to calculate against you until he succeeds, or until you succeed."

So, like you said, I guess I volunteered to come out. I wanted to see what they had been planning for so long and what they had prepared. Of course, there were other reasons as well, but it's not appropriate for you to know right now.

Following Frederick IV's gaze, members of the Royal Griffin Knights, shimmering with magical light, were circling in mid-air, launching attacks downwards. One after another, activated and charged standard magical spears flew down with a whoosh.

The next moment, a loud yet deep wolf howl rang out, followed by a huge spearhead flying towards the griffin riders.

Seeing this familiar scene before him, Haven couldn't help but gasp. This attack was even more terrifying than he had seen in the rehearsal.

"Your Majesty~ Your Majesty~ Although I think what you said makes a lot of sense, as you can see, how about we make a tactical retreat first and send some people over? Our capital city doesn't have that many superhuman beings, how about we gang up on them?"

Seeing the somewhat nervous Hevent, Frederick IV reached out and patted Hevent's head twice, then drew his sword from his waist. "Little Hevent, of course, of course I'll call those men. You don't really think I'm here to die, do you?"

As Frederick IV pulled a topaz necklace from his bosom, his sword slashed his palm, and stimulated by the blood, the topaz necklace suddenly unleashed a tremendous aura, a huge beam of light piercing the sky, as if it were a signal source.

The moment the golden beam of light appeared on the Platinum Tower, which was located in the center of the Holy Song Mayara, the magic runes on the tower quickly lit up from the bottom to the top, and the magic runes on the surface began to rotate rapidly around the tower.

The next moment, several teleportation portals lit up directly around Frederick IV. The mirror-like portals flickered rapidly, and ripples appeared on the calm surface. Several powerful figures walked out of the portals.

"Your Majesty Frederick, why are you here? Has something happened?"

"Your Majesty, Black Wind Garland answers your call."

"Frederick, so late... Hmm~ This aura, the scent of gods??"

Havent stared blankly at the people walking out of the portal. The only person he recognized among them was probably Savos, the dean of their academy.

After all, the statue of this legendary fire elementalist, the seventh dean of the Royal Academy, the Imperial Guardian, the honorary chairman of the Mage Guild, and many other powerful figures has long stood on the outer perimeter of the Mathematical Hall.

As for the others, those who were summoned by Frederick IV were probably on par with Dean Savos, who was a legend, Haven silently counted in his mind.

'One, two, three, four, five. Five people in total. If these are five legends, then even if that shrewd werewolf is incredibly powerful, he couldn't possibly strangle Frederick IV in front of all five of them.'

Thinking of this, Haven breathed a sigh of relief and began to carefully examine the group of people. From left to right, they were Savos, the dean of the Royal Academy, and the Black Armored Dragon Knight. Hmm, his dragon is a bit strange. Why does its tail look like a scorpion's tail? A secondary species.
Another mage of unknown identity, perhaps a nobleman? This badge seems to indicate... and a royal court mage.

"Hehehe~ I'm sorry to have called you all here in this weather. Something tricky has happened, so I need your help."

However, it was obvious that as a seasoned powerhouse, at the very least a Grand Magister, the battle fluctuations two kilometers away had already attracted everyone's attention, even without Frederick IV saying anything.

As the only veteran legend among them, Savos's wise gaze seemed to pierce through the surrounding buildings and look directly at the heart of the battle.

"No, Your Majesty, your summons is timely. This is an ascension ceremony for an unknown god's chosen one. Although we do not know who the target sacrifice is, now that we have discovered it, we absolutely cannot allow these lackeys of evil gods to grow stronger."

A large, bright red magical aura shone around Savos, revealing his legendary mage power. As a large amount of fire element gathered, the surrounding snow began to melt rapidly.

"Lord Savos, I will go with you. My teacher specifically instructed me before he left to make sure to protect the capital."

"Okay, Jialan, let's come together."

After receiving Savos's approval, the black-armored youth known as Jialan immediately mounted the neck of the black scorpion-tailed dragon, flapping his wings and chasing after Savos, who had already flown away.

After watching the departing Dean of the Royal Academy, Savos, and the leader of the Dragon's Nest Mercenary Group, Garland, Frederick IV looked at the remaining three.

"Your Excellency Red Moon, thank you very much for coming."

The nobleman, whom Frederick IV addressed as Lord Red Moon, immediately performed a standard noble greeting in response to Frederick IV's words of thanks.

“Your Majesty, although I am a superhuman, I am still a nobleman. Whether it is due to the requirements of the agreement or our relationship as ruler and subject, I must obey and carry out your decree.”

"Hehehe~ Dear Clifton, with a pillar of the empire like you, the empire will surely prosper for a long time."

Haven looked at the Red Moon Duke who appeared in the rehearsal and couldn't help but smack his lips twice. This person's background in the rehearsal was a bit complicated, and a certain phrase kept floating through his mind.

'The killer always returns to the crime scene as a spectator to admire their masterpiece.'

Based on the fact that after Frederick IV was stabbed to death in the rehearsal, this Duke of the Red Moon advocated for the establishment of an heir as soon as possible, which makes him seem like a bad person no matter how you look at it.

Unexpectedly, Haven's scrutinizing gaze as she stood beside Frederick IV quickly caught Clifton's attention. Of course, it's no wonder Clifton noticed, since a young girl was hovering above Haven's head; it was impossible for her not to attract attention.

"Hehehehe~ Not at all, not at all. The future ultimately belongs to the young. Just like the young man beside Your Majesty, he looks like a promising young man. May I ask how to address this young man?"

"Hahaha~ It's quite rare to hear praise from you, Havent. It seems our Duke of Red Moon thinks highly of you. But then again, as a White Lion, you will one day shoulder the heavy responsibility of becoming the Shield of the Empire."

Upon hearing Frederick IV's words, Clifton glanced meaningfully at Haven.

"So it's Kevin's son. No wonder it's so eye-catching. I have a very deep friendship with your father."

Suddenly sensing something was off, Haven cautiously glanced at the two people, feeling as if he were being used as a gun or a shield.

Before Hevent could fully grasp the origin of this feeling, Frederick IV spoke again:

"Alright, we can reminisce later. There's a more important show waiting for us now."

Let's go, let's go take a look!

(End of this chapter)