Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 229 The Bloody Wedding 3
Located at the very center of Holy Mayara, the Platinum Palace is the hub of the entire empire. For the Platinum Palace, things are still not much different from usual, and the busy figures of the servants are like the blood in the heart of this vast empire.

Edland Palace
After the winter festival, it is a rare period of leisure for the people. They will take this time to rest and recuperate, get through the extreme cold, and wait for the arrival of spring.

But for the rulers of this country, such leisure is unlikely to occur.

After reviewing the initial fiscal expenditures with several ministers, it was time for lunch. The ministers politely declined Frederick IV's invitation to lunch, as the emperor always liked to chat about trivial matters during lunch, which was quite difficult to deal with.

Frederick IV seemed quite indifferent to this. After arranging a meal for several ministers, he dined alone in his study. Emperors are usually lonely. Poor people can have friends, rich people can have friends, nobles can have friends, and even princes can have friends.

But when one is an emperor, it is difficult to have friends, and even if one has a friend, one cannot show it for various reasons.

"Your Majesty~"

"Your Majesty~"

Frederick IV, who was eating while looking at documents, looked up and saw a middle-aged man dressed as a captain of the guard rushing in.

"No~"

"What's wrong, Siever?"

"Your Majesty, we have just received news that the Cavendish Manor has been attacked. The exact situation is still unclear. The Royal Griffin Knights have been dispatched to provide support, and MI8 and the Night's Watch have also set off."

Upon hearing the chief of guard's report, Frederick IV was visibly surprised. He then put down the meat-filled bread he had just eaten and picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth.

"I remember today is the wedding of the old Marquis Cavendish's grandson, isn't it?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. Viscount Benjamin, grandson of the Marquis Cavendish, is getting married to Miss Eloise of the Lovegood family."

"That's it~"

Frederick IV tapped his fingers lightly on the table, as if he were thinking about something. After a while, he seemed to have figured something out and smiled inexplicably.

"Pack up and get ready, I'll go visit them in person later."

Although Captain Sief was not in favor of His Majesty the Emperor leaving at this time, since no one could guarantee that this was not yet another assassination attempt against His Majesty the Emperor, Frederick IV had already spoken, so there was no other option but to carry it out.

For him, ensuring the safety of His Majesty the Emperor's journey was the next priority. Time was tight; Frederick IV's "later" didn't mean just a few hours later, leaving him little time to prepare.

"Yes, Your Majesty. Please have your meal first. Once everything is ready, we can depart."

Cavendish Marquis Manor
"Havent~"

"You did a great job."

Vera touched the wound on her abdomen with one hand. As a wisp of purple smoke rose, the wound on her abdomen had healed, leaving only a faint scar.

He shrugged easily as he watched the griffin riders swooping down from the sky and the construct swordsmen rushing into the arena. He twirled the purple-glowing dagger twice on his fingers before sheathing it at his waist.

That's all for today. We'll meet again if we have the chance.

Immediately, Vera took out a small round ball from her waist and threw it on the ground, and a large cloud of purple smoke drifted out.

Watching the assassin girl's figure gradually disappear, Haven didn't do anything to stop her. The intense rehearsal battle he had just fought had taken a toll on him.

Not to mention, in order to repel the assassin girl, Haven chose a strategy of trading blows for blows, and now the burning pain in his chest and the dizziness in his brain are not enough to support Haven to continue fighting.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless and that their leader Vera was injured, the remaining black-clad assassins immediately issued a sharp, bird-like signal to retreat.

They ceased fighting and began to exploit the chaos and shadows, fleeing swiftly towards various exits and shadowy places like the receding tide.

The crossbow bolts of the armored guards and the battle aura strikes of the griffin riders whistled behind them, leaving a few corpses behind, but many more assassins vanished like ink dots blending into the night.

When the purple smoke was dispersed by the strong winds sprayed by the construct guards, only traces of blood and a mess remained on the spot. Vera's figure had vanished without a trace, as if she had never been there.

Royal Griffin Knights and Construct Guards quickly took control of the entire venue, sweeping away any remaining resistance.

The accompanying medics began emergency treatment of the wounded. Haven could no longer hold on; the intense mental exhaustion and the wounds to his chest and abdomen caused his vision to blur, and he swayed, barely managing to stay upright by using his longsword. He gasped for breath, cold sweat mixed with blood sliding down his forehead.

"Havent~"

"Are you alright? Are you okay...?"

The black-clad assassins who were attacking the group vanished the instant Vera disappeared, enveloped in a cloud of black smoke.

The group, now able to catch their breath, quickly came to Havent's side. They had clearly seen the fight between Havent and the assassin girl; in that situation, Havent was almost unable to lift his head due to the pressure.

"It's okay, damn it, I almost died. Do you have any medicine? Give me some."

Heman frantically took out several bottles of potion from his storage ring and poured them down Havent's throat.

Having drunk his fill of water, Haven stood up unsteadily with the help of the others. Although he still felt a little empty from the exhaustion of his mental energy, at least the urge to sleep immediately was suppressed.

After surveying the wedding venue, the situation was largely under control, and MI8 and Chris's Night's Watch personnel began their reconnaissance and analysis of the current situation.

As for the Royal Griffin Knights, they took to the air and chased after the black-clad assassins the moment they disappeared, leaving only the swordsmen of the Iron Guard Construct Swordsmen to maintain order at the scene.

"Okay, I feel better now. I'm going to go see them first."

After saying that, Haven broke free from the support of the others and staggered toward his mother and grandparents. As he got closer, he heard a sobbing sound. His grandmother, Lady Windsor, was weeping over his cousin Benjamin.

Looking into his cousin Benjamin's dull eyes, it was clear that the latter was no longer alive.

Meanwhile, his maternal grandfather, the old Marquis Cavendish, sat there blankly, as if he had lost his soul, muttering to himself.

"Cough cough~"

"Grandma, grandpa."

“I think you can stop crying now. It’s not like they’re going to die. We can just pay a price to resurrect them. I don’t think it’s necessary to destroy their bodies.” As Havent spoke, Lady Windsor, who had been crying incessantly, stopped and looked at Havent with red eyes. The old Marquis Cavendish, who had been sitting blankly to the side, also looked up.

"Little Vent."

"Resurrection is not too difficult for us, but it also has many limitations."

Our position dictates that we cannot cooperate with the church.

Despite feeling the intense gaze from his wife, the old Marquis Cavendish still uttered the answer he didn't want to say, word by word.

Hevante's grandmother's expression twitched noticeably at the Marquis Cavendish's words, as if she wanted to say something but ultimately let out a soft sigh and said nothing more.

Lady Windsor was not surprised by the Marquess Cavendish's decision. If they wanted to resurrect their son, they could have done so when he died in an accident, instead of the two elderly people experiencing the pain of losing their son in their old age.

Faced with his grandfather's words, Haven scratched his head in distress. He hadn't expected the old man to be so stubborn. Even though he had no descendants, he still had such principles, bottom lines, and stances.

"hiss……"

"I didn't say I was going to the church to resurrect them. We could go to mages or warlocks, anything would do. As long as we can offer them a reward that's enough to entice them."

Haven's words reignited the fire in Lady Windsor's heart, which had been filled with despair.

For legendary mages and warlocks, resurrecting a person might be a difficult task, but ultimately it's not entirely impossible.

Seeing that his grandmother's eyes weren't entirely filled with sadness and despair, Haven quickly seized the opportunity and said:

“Right? It’s not entirely hopeless. Let’s find an ice crystal coffin and freeze them both first. Then we’ll see how to revive them. In the meantime, let’s just pretend they’re on vacation and sleeping.”

"Compared to this..."

Haven turned to look at the now-settled wedding venue. He glanced around and noticed that of the nearly one hundred noble families who had visited today, about thirty had suffered serious damage, and a dozen or so had been completely wiped out.

Compared to the fact that his cousin and his wife had been temporarily killed, this matter seemed more troublesome, since it happened at the Cavendish family wedding. The Cavendish family had to give the visiting guests an explanation.

Otherwise, in such a situation, the Cavendish family would lose both its allies and its heir, which would quickly lead to the decline and disappearance of the Cavendish family.

And at that time, perhaps the most ruthless perpetrators of the Cavendish family were the guests present today.

Grandpa~

Grandpa~

"Are you alright? We need to reassure the guests."

At Havent's repeated calls, the old Marquis Cavendish struggled to his feet.

"Little Went is right, one cannot lose composure when feeling down."

Come on! You and Grandpa come together.

Upon hearing the words of the old Marquis Cavendish, Haven quickly went to the old man's side and helped him up by the arm.

"Let's go. Let's go, Grandpa."

"Mom, you and Grandma can go visit your sister-in-law's family later."

Louise, covered in blood, nodded gently. Looking at Haven, who was also covered in blood, she felt a strange sense of peace. It seemed that her son had grown up in the blink of an eye.

With Haven's help, the two arrived at the center of the venue, which had been mostly cleaned up by the guards.

Upon the arrival of the old marquis, the various noble families, who had been whispering amongst themselves, fell silent, eager to hear what the old man, who had just experienced the pain of losing his grandson, had to say.

"Everyone!"

The old marquis's voice was slightly hoarse, and despite the sadness it carried, it still sounded incredibly firm.

"Thank you all for coming to my grandson Benjamin's wedding today. It should have been a very happy occasion, but this has happened, something no one wanted to happen, and I am truly sorry for the shock and hurt it has caused you all."

As he spoke, the old Marquis bowed to everyone. Seeing his grandfather bend over, Haven quickly followed suit.

"The Cavendish family will compensate you for any injuries you have suffered. All medical and nursing care expenses will be borne by the Cavendish family."

"In addition, the Cavendish family is deeply saddened and sympathetic to the guests who died at the remarriage banquet."

Later, after I've finished dealing with things here, I will personally visit each of them to interview them and express my apologies.

At the same time, we will collect and store the remains of all the victims, and if any resurrection is desired in the future, the Cavendish family will bear all the costs of the resurrection.

As the old marquis finished speaking, the guests, who had been listening quietly, couldn't help but murmur among themselves, clearly shocked by the marquis's handling of the aftermath. After all, resurrecting someone costs a considerable sum.

A rough estimate suggests that even if only thirty people are resurrected, it would be enough to cripple a marquisate.

As if sensing some ill-intentioned glances from the crowd, Haven, who had been quietly accompanying his grandfather, quickly looked towards the group of guests.

Although they spotted a few people with ill intentions, their hyena-like eyes immediately softened when they saw them looking over.

"Alright, everyone, this tragedy is something none of us wanted to see."
I think everyone needs to process and calm down after what happened today. Later, my grandfather and I will personally visit them to express our apologies.

Regarding the compensation my grandfather just mentioned, it will be jointly borne by the Cavendish and Hyland families. If anyone has any concerns, please feel free to speak directly with Havente Hyland. Please forgive any oversights or shortcomings in our arrangements.”

As Havent revealed his identity and stance, the few greedy eyes hidden among the guests also withdrew.

A severely weakened Fakkavindish family is worth considering, but a powerful Hyland family requires more caution.

The old Marquis Cavendish glanced at his grandson standing beside him and smiled slightly, suddenly realizing that the Cavendish family line hadn't truly ended.

(End of this chapter)