In this crossover anime, many ruthless and powerful figures reside in my territory.

It was a man over fifty years old, wearing a tricorn hat, a dark blue suit, and a noble cloak.

Surprisingly, he was covered in wounds, the most serious and fatal being a stab wound through his throat, leaving him in a near-death coma.

Lister, who hadn't recognized the person at first glance, suddenly remembered the name—

Haytham Kenway.

He is the villain in Assassin's Creed III, the protagonist's father, and also a Grand Master who carries the blood of an Assassin and the ideals of the Templars.

Is this... that she was brought here by the system after her son Connor stabbed her throat with a hidden blade?!

Muzan, standing to the side, looked at Haytham on the ground with a searching look in his eyes.

“Lister, he doesn’t seem to have anything special about him, he’s physically weak.”

"He may not be strong, but his value lies not in his strength!"

Liszt's eyes revealed joy; finally, a relatively normal leader had arrived!

Haytham is the Grand Master of the Knights Templar's Americas branch. He is ruthless and merciless, but he never kills innocent people indiscriminately. He is one of the few Templars who is not tempted by power and is an ideal fighter who faithfully follows the organization's ideals and goals.

His life was fraught with hardship, paved with lies and betrayals, which forged his suspicious nature. His abilities were undeniable; someone who could rival Washington was far beyond the reach of ordinary leaders.

Haissen is exactly the kind of talent that Red Maple is currently lacking!

However, we shouldn't be too happy yet; everything needs to be done gradually.

Watching Haytham Kenway slowly recover under the protection of the Twin Shields, Lister made a decision.

"Take him to the guest room next to the library and notify me immediately when he wakes up."

Several orc maids bowed, carried the healed Haytham on their shoulders, and left, obeying their orders.

Then, Lister looked at Inoue Orihime, who had breathed a sigh of relief.

"Orihime, didn't I tell you to go back?"

Ooh!

Orihime Inoue's expression froze.

“That…that!”

"Brother Lister, look! Isn't this exactly where I come in handy?"

Liszt remained unmoved.

"You have school tomorrow, so don't tell me you're planning to skip class."

Well……

Orihime Inoue fiddled with her fingers, raised her head, and looked at Liszt pitifully.

"Brother Lister, I'm all alone over there..."

Liszt paused for a moment, then sighed.

"Fine, you can go back to your world anytime anyway. As long as you haven't forgotten our promise, it's up to you."

"Nadia, arrange a guest room for Orihime on the sixth floor. It's up to you whether you want to stay here permanently. We'll always reserve a place for you."

Orihime Inoue's eyes lit up.

"Brother Lister! Thank you! I will try my best to help!"

"No need, Red Maple Territory isn't short-handed enough to need you to fill in."

"Oh, right, since you're staying here... Lena, from now on, wake Orihime up in the mornings and have her do morning exercises with you guys, then make sure she goes to school."

Reina nodded, and Orihime's expression immediately fell.

Exercising in this cold weather...

"Alright, hurry up and get ready. Nadia is in your hands."

"Tonight, I will stay in the library."

……

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……

Haytham Kenway couldn't describe how he felt.

Should we call it a retrospective? In any case, he reviewed his entire life.

Born into an assassin family, he received assassin training from a young age and embraced the assassin ideology of freedom and questioning everything.

When he was ten years old, a sudden tragedy struck: his parents were killed, his sister disappeared, and he was taken in by his father's friend and received his guidance.

At first, he didn't know that his father was a member of the Assassin Brotherhood, nor did he know that his father's friend was a member of the Templar Order, the mortal enemy of the Assassin Brotherhood.

He then gradually absorbed the Templar ideology, began to admire order, and yearned for the Order's ultimate goal—a utopia of eternal peace built by order.

He grew up amidst lies and deception. His exceptional talent quickly propelled him to a high position within the Templar Order, and he was dispatched to the Americas to search for the ruins of the Forerunners. Unfortunately, he lacked the ability to open the ruins and could only establish a branch of the Templar Order there to plot his future.

Afterwards, he learned of his sister's whereabouts. After overcoming numerous difficulties to rescue her, he suddenly learned that the mortal enemy who killed his father was his father's friend, the one who taught him the Templar ideology. Without hesitation, he assassinated the man and avenged his father's death.

But what good would revenge do? He could only continue to focus his energy on the Templar cause and his ideals.

However, he never expected that his son, born from a love affair with a Native American, would appear before him and become a member of the Assassin Brotherhood, turning against him.

When he first saw his son, he didn't think about their differences. Instead, he wondered if his father hadn't died when he was a child, would he have worn an assassin's cloak like his son and fought for the will to be free?

But that's impossible now. The Assassin Brotherhood has long since fallen, and what brings peace and progress to the world is not freedom, but order!

He adhered to the religious texts of the order, not the free beliefs of the fraternity.

But... deep down, he wanted to establish a father-son relationship with his son, to make him understand that "freedom is an invitation to chaos." However, even after several collaborations, they still parted ways due to ideological clashes.

For the sake of the Templars' cause, he had to kill his own son!

Then... he was killed by his son with a hidden blade, and everything returned to dust.

All he left behind was a diary in which he hoped his son would see it and where he poured out his heart.

At least that's what he thinks.

!

Haytham Kenway opened his eyes and miraculously saw the ceiling.

here it is?

He propped himself up and was stunned when he saw that his clothes and neck were intact. He even touched them to confirm that there were no injuries.

What happened? Wasn't he killed by his son?

Was he rescued? No, his injuries were already fatal.

Is this hell?

Haytham observed his surroundings.

This is a standard single bedroom, decorated in a style that is slightly different from, but very similar to, the aristocratic architecture of the American colonies.

Is hell really this comfortable?

Just as he was thinking this, someone knocked on the door and opened it.

The first thing that came into view was a maid with fox ears and a fox tail.

“Mr. Haytham Kenway, my master requests your presence.”

Chapter 104 Arrangements for Haytham

"So this isn't hell, it's just another world. I was saved by your magic when I arrived in this other world."

Haytham looked at Elsa, the fox-eared maid in front of him, and summarized their conversation.

"Yes, you should be able to sense the unseen message; this is intelligence being conveyed to you by the rules of the world."

"indeed so……"

Haytham could sense information suddenly entering his brain, including how to return to his own world, the basic rules he needed to follow in this territory, and the existence of the Multiverse Round Table Council.

If he wants to join the Multiverse Round Table Council, he must obtain the approval of the administrator Lister and always abide by the "Interdimensional Cooperation Act".

But none of this matters.

Now that I'm dead, I really don't want to care about the world's troubles anymore.

Let the dead simply disappear peacefully.

Perhaps Haytham didn't even realize that he didn't want to fight his son Connor to the death again.

He was a Templar Knight from beginning to end, upholding his faith. His continued existence is merely an accidental coincidence.

"Take me to your master."

He arrived in a legendary other world, a world where magic did not exist in his own world.

Magic, doesn't that sound like something worth seeing?

The fox ears and tail of the maid in front of him were not fake; he might even see something more surprising.

Haytham followed Elsa out of the one-bedroom, one-bathroom guest room without a care in the world, then turned and walked toward the double doors next to it.

"This is the library of Red Maple Territory, where the owner reads."

Elsa bowed slightly, then gently opened the large, reddish-brown wooden door.

Having received a British aristocratic education, Haytham politely bowed to Elsa before stepping into the library.

The library is very large, with three floors. The entire space is illuminated by soft light, and the wooden floor is bright and new, giving a sense of security when you step on it.

The bookshelves are well-designed, with a large number of books neatly arranged according to labels, and almost every book bears the marks of time.

At first sight, Haytham fell in love with this place.

He always manages to find the truth in the records.

After surveying the library again, Haytham saw two people on the sofa in the center downstairs.