Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 236 Going Home
"Mom, are you really not coming back with me? You and Dad haven't seen each other in a long time."

In the fragrant courtyard of Cavendish Manor, the mother and son sat facing each other. After a week of recuperation, Louise's complexion had improved considerably, but the large hole in her arm where the assassin had pierced her had not yet healed. Despite the healing power of high-grade potions, such a penetrating wound was clearly not easy to heal.

When her son asked her question, Louise shook her head slightly.

"No, given the current situation, leaving your grandparents here alone is clearly not a very realistic option."

Hearing his mother's words, Havent nodded slightly in agreement. Although there were other members in the Cavendish family, they were not the main branch. As a side branch or dependent, they did not have any status. If the Cavendish family were to perish one day, these branches clinging to the tree would also meet their death as the main trunk collapsed.

“Alright, what you said makes a lot of sense. I’ll have Lori stay with you then. You can have him handle anything that comes up.”

Looking at her son, who seemed to be maturing more and more, Louise nodded with deep emotion. If it weren't for Havent's valiant charge and Serena's removal of the powerful werewolf, the Cavendish family would have been wiped out in this attack.

"I understand, little Vent. Are you going to the Ama Line this time?"

With his chin resting on one hand, Haven teased Dea, who was lying on the table, with a spoon, out of boredom. Two days ago, Serena said she had received a message from her mother with a mission for her. After taking a large amount of food that Haven had prepared, she tore open a portal and left. Because of this, Haven couldn't help but feel a little empty inside.

"Well, I've exchanged some supplies with nobles from other provinces and plan to establish some things in the North. I need to go back and check on these things. Hyman set off for the North a few days ago, but there are many things that he can't handle, so I still need to go back and take a look."

"After these matters are settled, I will make another trip to the Amma Line. Although I have some expectations about the Amma Line from the old man's letter, I still need to see it for myself and see if there is anything else I need to add."

The conversation between mother and son lacked the usual joy; at this time, neither of them could be as happy as usual.

"Okay, then you need to take good care of yourself, little Went. You're all grown up now, and you have a lot to do on your own, so Mom won't say anything more."

"Okay, I understand. Don't worry. By the way, how are Grandpa and Grandma doing?"

The two fathers, who had been stubborn for most of their lives because of their son's death, reconciled because of their grandson's death. Lady Windsor, Hevant's maternal grandmother, also moved out of her small courtyard. However, the deaths of their grandson and granddaughter-in-law still dealt a blow to the two elderly people. They both fell ill, although not with serious illnesses. It might be due to their age, but more likely it was due to their emotional state. Despite the doctors giving them medication, their conditions did not improve.

"They're alright. Do you want to go see them before you leave?"

"No, let me resurrect Benjamin and the other man first. Right now, I feel like I can't look my grandparents in the eye when I visit them."

Hearing her son's discouraging words, Louise gently touched Haven's head.

“This is not your fault, Haven. You don’t need to regret it, and you don’t need to do anything irrational. As nobles, we find it painful, but not entirely unacceptable, that such a thing has happened.”

Feeling the warmth from his mother's hand, Haven felt a lump in his throat, but he blinked and held it back.

"Alright, I'm leaving now. I've already asked someone to contact a mage or warlock who specializes in resurrection. He-Man said that as long as we can pay enough, it won't be a difficult task."

At the manor gate, Lori, who had grown a bit taller, no longer looked so childish. He quietly followed Haven to the magic carriage.

Haven patted Lori on the shoulder and said in a deep voice:

"I entrust the safety of Mother and Grandpa and Grandma to you, Lori. If anything happens, contact Whiterun City using the emergency communication crystal."

"Don't worry, Brother Havente, I'll do my best to handle things here. But you're going to the Ama Line, so please be careful."

Haven nodded slightly, then boarded the magic carriage, taking one last look back at Cavendish Manor. This ancient manor, weathered by time and having just struggled back from the brink of destruction, appeared somewhat weary in the afternoon sun, yet it exuded an indomitable resilience, just as it had swayed and endured the storms of the past thousand years.

The Astrologers' Guild is located in the Southern Fourth District of the Imperial Capital, a long and tedious road leading there. The scenery along the way transitions from the lush and prosperous Cavendish Territory to the orderly and bustling area closer to the Royal Capital, and finally takes on the hustle and bustle of the commercial district.

Haven rested his head against the car window, not paying attention to the scenery, his mind wandering through various thoughts:
The situation in the capital is far too passive. The infiltration of the capital by the Dark Alliance, or rather another force, is more severe than he imagined. Compared to this, through the association of clues, Haven vaguely senses that Frederick IV is also up to something, but he is not quite sure.

Similarly, in the process of constantly verifying intelligence, Haven gradually determined that the Dark Alliance's attack was also for ulterior motives. Both of them seemed to be hiding something, but he could only slowly understand the true nature of the matter once the wedges he had prepared began to take effect.

As for the other intelligence organization, the Night's Watch of Chris, Haven always felt that there must be quite a few problems there as well, but he couldn't understand why Frederick IV hadn't assigned him there.

"Young Master, we've arrived."

The driver's voice interrupted Havent's frantic thoughts, and he leaned out to look.

The iconic, towering spires of the Southern Fourth District appeared on the horizon. The headquarters of the Astrologers' Guild was located here, one of the kingdom's most important official teleportation hubs, connecting the capitals of the major provinces and strategic locations. A faint scent of arcane energy permeated the air, and the streets were filled with spellcasters, scholars, and hurried travelers.

Haven dismounted before the Guild’s magnificent Starry Dome Hall, presenting the insignia representing the Northern Hyland family and the kingdom’s high nobility. He was quickly led to a relatively quiet secondary teleportation hall, where an old mage with white hair and beard and wise eyes was in charge of activating the portal. He carefully verified Haven’s identity and teleportation destination—Whiterun City in the North.

"The coordinates of Whiterun have been used quite frequently lately. Speaking of which, my old friend has also headed to the North."

The old mage spoke slowly as he adjusted the various magical crystals embedded in the massive base.

Haven smiled, knowing that the other person was referring to the Northern talent recruitment policy, and started chatting with them.

"Then why didn't you go, sir? The policy offered by the North is quite appropriate, isn't it?"

"Hehehehe~~ Go ahead, I'll be going soon. Speaking of the North, I went on adventures there when I was young. I even hunted a herd of one-horned ice bulls in the wasteland back then..."

Looking at the old mage reminiscing about the past, Haven chuckled again but didn't continue the conversation. Instead, he quietly gazed at the portal inlaid with various gems and magic crystals.

At the center of the base, magical runes began to rotate, converging with dazzling blue and white light. A deep hum emanated from the space, the air was distorted by powerful energy, and light was strangely deflected at the point where the portal was about to take shape.

"Alright, the location is stable, the spatial passage has been confirmed safe, you may enter," the old mage gestured.

Haven took a deep breath and stepped into the increasingly dazzling, rippling blue-white light curtain. A strong sense of weightlessness instantly overwhelmed him; the surrounding scenery transformed into distorted bands of light that swept past rapidly, leaving only the whooshing sound of spatial energy flowing through his ears. Time lost its meaning during the teleportation; it felt as if a long time had passed, yet also as if it had only been a moment.

As my feet touched solid ground again, a chilling, dry wind carrying the scent of cedar and hearth swept over me, instantly dispelling the dizziness caused by the teleportation.

Haven stood in the center of the teleportation array, looking around. This was the core teleportation point of Whiterun's magical district and the Bonnege Tower, the site of his mentor Solis, situated on higher ground within the city. Beyond the low stone railings, the entire city unfolded before him like a scroll painting.

The familiar scene, yet filled with the thrill of a long-awaited reunion, left Havent momentarily stunned, even though he hadn't been away from the North for very long.

Huge, pale gray rocks form the city's foundation and main buildings, rugged and sturdy, weathered by wind and snow, exuding a unique resilience characteristic of the North.

The majestic palace complex of Longxiao Palace stands atop the city's highest point, like a coiled dragon overlooking its territory, its flags fluttering in the cold wind. Layer upon layer of houses stretch down the mountainside, their roofs covered with thick white snow, wisps of smoke rising from their chimneys, outlining the trajectory of life under the leaden sky.

On the winding streets, pedestrians wrapped in thick fur clothing hurried along, the cries of vendors, the clanging of blacksmiths, and the orderly footsteps of patrolling soldiers intertwined to form a vibrant winter symphony of the city.

In the distance, the massive stone walls encircling the city stand like silent giants, with the silhouettes of soldiers clearly visible on their ramparts. Further still, the vast, snow-covered northern plains stretch out before them, and on the horizon, a range of mountains rises and falls like the spine of a dragon—the outline of the Throat of the World looms in the clouds.

"The wind and snow remain, the old city remains unchanged..."

Haven murmured softly, his breath condensing into white mist in the cold air. Every brick, every tile, every street scene here was etched into his very being.

The feeling of being overwhelmed and depressed by various heavy matters these past few days seemed to disappear as soon as I stepped out of the portal and breathed in the cold air.

"Hmm~~ Our little Winter is back! How was your time in the capital?"

Just as Havent was feeling relieved to be back home, a familiar voice came from behind him, and Solis came down the stairs.

"Hey, teacher, you're actually in the city! Wow, you leveled up??"

Solis was still dressed as a scholar, but judging from the badge on his chest, he had been promoted from high-ranking mage to archmage during Havent's absence.

"Hehehe~~ Where else would I go if I'm not in the city? I just upgraded not long ago, it wouldn't be right if I didn't upgrade again."

"How long are you planning to stay this time? You've given me a lot of trouble."

Hearing Solis's words, Haven could only offer an awkward smile. After all, when he decided to establish a primary magic academy in the North, he hadn't consulted his teacher and had simply assigned Solis to it.

“Hehe~~Hehe~~”

"There's an old saying, 'A teacher for a day is a father for life.' It's perfectly normal for a son to ask his father to do some work."

Solis was helpless against Havent's shameless behavior and could only roll his eyes.

"Hehe, I have something to do, I have something to do, let's talk later, let's talk later."

Watching Havent dash off in a flash, Solis shook his head helplessly.

"this kid"

Leaving the mage tower, Haven strode towards Dragon Palace. The guards along the way clearly recognized Haven and quickly bowed respectfully to him.

As soon as they stepped into the gates of Dragon Palace, they saw Ankut arranging for his servants to do their work. Hearing the sounds behind him, the old steward turned around and looked back.

"Young Master!! When did you get back? Why didn't you send a message beforehand so I could make arrangements for you?"

"Maggie!! Maggie~~"

"Go and make arrangements quickly, get moving, get moving, prepare the things that the young master likes the most as quickly as possible."

As the eager old butler approached, Haven smiled genuinely once again; it felt so good to be home.

"Haha~~ No need for that, Ankut."

"Is everything alright in Whiterun City?"

"By the way, where are Cuban and Seaman?"

Ancourt eagerly took off Havel's coat and handed it to a waiting maid, then led Havel toward the reception area of ​​the hall.

"Young Master, everything is fine in Whiterun. After the Marquis and Lord Mori went to the Arma Line, Lord Ireles returned to oversee the daily defenses of Whiterun."

Upon hearing the name Iriles, Haven couldn't help but tremble involuntarily. This dark elf, as his father's close friend and the legion commander of the White Lion Construct Swordsmen, had beaten him quite a bit when teaching him swordsmanship as a child. The key point was that this guy was very wicked, and many of Haven's schemes and tricks for revenge were ineffective against this dark elf.

"Ah~~ Teacher Ireles is back~~ That's such a happy thing."

Seeing Havent's insincere words, the old butler Ancourt couldn't help but let out a loving laugh.

(End of this chapter)