Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 181 Afterwards
Years later, an adventurer party discovered a memoir by Clifton in a secret study of the dilapidated Red Moon Castle. This memoir was later bought back by the Royal Academy Library at a high price, and it contained some of the unknown thoughts and reflections of the controversial Duke of Red Moon.

The most talked-about scene is the first meeting between Duke Clifton of the Red Moon and the Lion of the Empire, Haven. In Duke Clifton's memoirs, it is written as follows:

Hevent Hyland, that interesting little fellow, I could sense his extraordinary temperament the first time we met. His intelligence, alertness, and cunning made it hard for me not to wonder whether his actions at the dock were intentional or just a coincidence.

However, I personally lean towards the idea that he did it on purpose. He deliberately hid behind me with His Majesty Emperor Frederick IV. But the guy wasn't entirely bad; he reminded me at the last minute, otherwise I wouldn't have the chance to complain about him here.

Interesting kid, I'm sure we'll have many more opportunities to face off in the future.

Frederick IV lay on the ground, looking back at the large crater dozens of meters behind him. He swallowed hard. Despite having survived countless assassination attempts and murders, the relief of surviving another brush with death sent a chill down the spine of the empire's ruler.

Turning back to look at Havent, who was sticking his backside out and blocking his way, Frederick IV felt a surge of inexplicable emotion. This little fellow seemed to...

Feeling the touch on his buttocks, Haven turned his head and saw Frederick IV looking at him with an indescribable expression.

"How about it, Your Majesty? I told you so, didn't I? Thank goodness, thank goodness. Tsk tsk tsk, that was really dangerous, just a hair's breadth away. Speaking of which, we have a lot to thank for Lord Clifton."

"Ouch~~~~"

At this point, Haven seemed to remember something, stood up and looked ahead. Clifton, whose shoulder had been slashed open, lay on the ground, his life hanging in the balance, blood gushing out like an overturned wine jar.

Upon realizing what was happening, the president of the Alchemy Guild, Pannisna, and the chief mage of the Royal Mage Order, Mansconti, hurriedly walked over to Duke Red Moon, who was lying on the ground. However, Clifton, whose shoulder was bleeding profusely, had already struggled to his feet.

Feeling the intense pain in his shoulder, he couldn't help but gasp. For a moment, he truly felt the threat of death. Fortunately, he instinctively parried, otherwise the spear would have been aimed at his neck.

"Hmm... I really didn't expect that. Luckily, that beast missed its target a little, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable. What do you think, Clifton?"

The president of the Alchemy Guild, Pannisner, was an old man with snow-white hair. His long white beard fell directly to the ground after the little old man squatted down. He then poured a bottle of potion that looked like thick green snot onto Clifton's shoulder, and the large gash on the latter's shoulder looked as if it had been glued shut.

After calming down, Krivell stood up from the ground. In fact, even if Pannisner hadn't used the spiritual sublimation healing potion on Krivell, as a superhuman, he wouldn't have died. He would have just bled a little more. For superhumans, losing a hand or foot is nothing more than a matter of time and energy. Of course, if the severed limb is relatively intact, then bandaging it up will make the recovery even faster.

“It’s alright, thank you, I’m fine. Thank you for your help, Mr. Pannisner.”

At this moment, Frederick IV and Haven also came over. Faced with Frederick IV's questioning, Haven, who really didn't know how to make up a story, simply resorted to being a rogue. Fortunately, the current situation seemed quite complicated, so Frederick IV didn't keep asking.

"Cleville, how are you? Are you alright?"

As the two figures approached from behind him, a thought occurred to Clifton: that spear strike didn't seem to be aimed at him; it was more like...

Thinking about this, it felt a bit absurd and unsettling, so Clift quickly banished the thought from his mind. After all, whether it was true or false, he had no way of verifying it. However…

Clifton looked at Havent, who was standing not far away talking to the blue-haired girl, and couldn't help but wonder, could it be him? Is this little guy that powerful? In an instant, a multitude of thoughts flashed through Clifton's mind.

"No, it's nothing, just some superficial injuries. That damned beast is far too rampant around here."

Cliftel raised his hand and retrieved the Twin Moon Shadows that had been flung away. He then carefully examined the broadsword, noting that the enchanted Twin Moon Shadows had not suffered any damage from the attack by the Hunting Spear.

"No matter where this stray dog ​​came from, death awaits him today."

Enveloped in a hazy moonlight, Duke Red Moon walked toward the center of the battlefield, holding Twin Moon Shadows in one hand. Without the support of Helsing's Hunting Spear, the werewolf Sindin gradually fell into a disadvantageous position in the face of the siege of Savos and Garland. His wounds became more and more numerous, and with Savos's fire attacks, the werewolf Sindin's body emitted a burnt smell.

"Great Helsing, your faithful followers will carry on your hunting ways to the very end, your light shines upon me!!!"

Just as Sindin was about to launch a desperate fight, perhaps Sindin's brave fighting spirit moved the hunter god Helsim. Just as the pre-enactment had shown, a beam of eerie green light pierced through the rolling dark clouds and enveloped Sindin's body.

The next moment, the eerie green beam of light flickered rapidly, as if it had been disturbed. Before the onlookers knew what was happening, the beam of light rapidly thinned until it disappeared at the last moment. Only then did they realize that the werewolf Sindin, who had been enveloped by the beam of light, had also vanished along with it.

"Huh? This is..."

Savos looked down at the shallow crater, several meters in diameter, then looked up at the faint green light still lingering in the dark clouds above, and murmured:

"Alpha...this is really bad..."

Creville, who had originally intended to join the battle, angrily swung his broadsword at the now empty shallow pit after the green beam of light disappeared.

In this battle, I gained nothing but was inexplicably injured. Anyone would be upset in that situation.

Haven's heart skipped a beat when he saw the original pillar of light reappear, thinking that the legendary werewolf was about to reappear, but it turned out that he had been taken away.

He jogged to the large crater created by the spear. The crater was pitch black. Haven conjured a fireball and threw it down. The crater, several meters deep, was empty.

"Phew~ It seems they're really gone. Logically speaking, this matter should be considered over."

A dozen minutes later, the fire was brought under control as the city defense troops arrived. Feeling incredibly sleepy, Haven just wanted to get some sleep as soon as possible.

In this situation, I probably won't need to do anything, but I have no idea what those people are saying in their gibberish.

Looking at the chubby boy who was covered in injuries, Haven yawned and walked over to pat him on the shoulder.

"Why are you crying? This is already very good."

Little Fatty He-Man's eyes were red. By the time he arrived, the battle was over. The entire Hendry Merchant Guild's storage warehouse had been reduced to ruins. Looking at the towering flames, He-Man knelt down in despair.

"Although it's a bit of a shame that so much stuff was burned and such a large warehouse was reduced to ashes, believe me, this is really the best outcome."

"Huh? Haven, what are you saying? The shipment for the royal family is gone."

"I'm doomed! I'm doomed! Haven, my old man is going to break my legs!" Hearing that the chubby little boy Heman was crying about this, Haven was speechless. Compared to Frederick IV dying on your land, things are much better now, aren't they?

"Relax, relax. What kind of man cries like this? I'll talk to His Majesty later and make sure your old man doesn't break your legs."

Haven yawned again and felt that his eyes were about to close. After relaxing from extreme tension, people feel more tired. Even though Haven had drunk a lot of energy drinks, the fatigue from his soul was making it difficult for him to concentrate.

"Havent~ Haven~ come here for a second."

Hearing someone call his name, Haven turned around and saw Frederick IV waving at him, clearly indicating that they had finished communicating.

Exhausted, Haven reluctantly went over. If this hadn't happened, he would be sleeping soundly in his warm down comforter, instead of saving a wretched old man on this cold night, even though he had a beautiful daughter.

"Ha~"

"Your Majesty, is there anything else? I was just about to go back to sleep; I have to go to school tomorrow morning."

"Oh, by the way, about my friend Heman, the things he delivered to your house were lost due to some unforeseen circumstances. Could you perhaps speak to Viscount Hoylund about it? Heman didn't do it on purpose."

Frederick IV seemed to be in a good mood. After waving to the others, he turned to look at Haven.

"What a lively night it is tonight, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes, Your Majesty~ So is there anything I can help you with? If not, I'm going to sleep now. Children who stay up late are not growing tall enough."

Whether it was because he had gotten used to it or not, Frederick IV had subconsciously ignored Hevent's nonsensical ramblings that lacked any honorifics.

"Hehehehe, don't worry, it's a small problem. You're the same age as me, how can you sleep?"

While Hevente rolled her eyes wildly, Frederick IV seemed oblivious and continued speaking to himself:

"Although I don't know how you found out, I don't plan to ask. After all, everyone has their own little secrets. I am still very grateful that you chose to stand up for me under these circumstances."

Hearing that Frederick IV was thanking him, Haven could no longer act like a troublemaker.

"Your Majesty, you are too kind. Maintaining the stability of the empire and protecting your safety is the duty of every citizen of the empire."

"Hehehehe, as expected of Kevin's child. As the iron bulwark of the empire's north, he has always been someone people can trust."

……

"In that case, I happen to have something I need you to do."

"That's right, that's right. Everyone in our Hailan family knows that she is absolutely loyal to the empire, as clear as day!"
Um? "

Just as he was about to say a few more nice words to echo Frederick IV's words, he suddenly sensed a familiar feeling and quickly stopped.

"Hmm? What did you say, Your Majesty?"

Looking at the wary-looking Haven, Frederick IV felt exceptionally good tonight. At least this young fellow wasn't like his own sons, whose eyes were already consumed by a thirst for power.

"It's a very small thing, I believe you can do it easily."

Looking at Frederick IV, who was still smiling at him, Haven had a feeling that the old man was up to no good, and asked suspiciously:
"What is it, Your Majesty? Let me make it clear first, I can't handle anything that's too difficult or too troublesome."

"Hehehehe, Haven, this doesn't quite sound like what you just said. Maybe I should write to Kevin and ask if our little Haven doesn't like me, His Majesty the Emperor."

"Hey? No, no, no!"

These adults are so mean, how can they bully a child like that...

After some further struggle, Haven was forced to accept the task given to him by Frederick IV. Looking at the silver badge in his hand, he still wanted to make one last effort.

"Your Majesty, I haven't graduated yet, and my studies are really quite demanding. I really can't handle the work of MI8."

"You can do it, little Went. Oh, and remember to report to me every week."

Frederick IV, no longer intending to continue the conversation, waved his hand dismissively and stepped into the portal. Meanwhile, Creville, who had remained inside the portal, waved to Havent after seeing that he was now alone.

"Hey little guy, we're destined to meet again someday."

A few minutes later, as the last royal construct knight stepped into the portal, the portal, which resembled a giant glass mirror, flickered a few times and then disappeared completely, leaving only turbulent magical currents swirling in the air.

Looking at the token or badge in his hand, Haven never imagined that he would become a special investigator for MI8. Although he didn't know what his main job would be, he vaguely felt that his free time was getting shorter.

Beyond the Star Realm

"Hehehehe~~~ Helsing, you fallen dog, you've really suffered this time. I already said, we simply cannot cooperate with them."

A giant white deer blinked its eerie green eyes at the tentacles that appeared before it.

"Hermes... Stop with your little tricks. Time is just as precious to us. If I catch you doing this again, I'll take care of you too."

Hermes said nothing more to Helsing's white stag incarnation, and his figure gradually dissipated into the void.

(End of this chapter)