Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

Ignoring Royna's somewhat strange statement, Marna finally nodded: "To be fair, it is true."

"But we can't help her with this; the one who tied the knot must untie it."

[Ding—System notification: Your urgent quest, [Marna's Trial of the Light], is ready to be submitted. Quest completion rate: 75%]

[Mission Objective: Survive (Completed)]

[Secondary objective: Defeat Marna Nearl (Completed)]

[Secondary objective: Gain the approval of Marna Nearl (Completed)]

[Secondary Mission Objective: ??? (Unlocked) — The one who tied the knot must untie it: Maria Nearl's initial dream was not to become a champion of justice, but after Margaret suffered injustice, Maria changed her mind. Now, you have gained Marna's approval. The one who tied the knot must untie it. Go, guide Nearl, and find her original dream.]

[Secondary Mission Objective (Unlocked) - Marna has approved of you, but not of Maria. Help Maria find her true ideal and gain his approval. (Incomplete)]

【Submit? 】

Looking at the submission panel provided by the system, Roy shrugged.

"reject."

This land doesn't need a second Margaret.

Maria Nearl is Maria Nearl, and she shines in her own way!

As a teacher, he can't give up halfway!

P.S.: High emotional intelligence: Maria's story is about growing up.

Low emotional intelligence: Roy wants to play a loli raising game!

Volume One: Chapter Thirty-Six: Who in the world does not know the ruler?

"Grand Knight Commander, you can't ignore this matter!"

"Lord Russell, the Lightbringer family is a heroic family in Kazimir. Now, Marna is raising two children alone, and their home has been bombed. Such a disgraceful thing happening in Kazimir is a disgrace. If we do not severely punish the perpetrators, it will be a loss of face if word gets out!"

“That’s right, Grand Knight Commander, the Supervisory Council should immediately file a lawsuit with the National Assembly. Our Business Federation will definitely stand up for you!”

In front of a large mahogany desk, the aging but vigorous female knight sat upright in her chair, the coffee cup in her hand still steaming. The desk in front of her was already piled with all kinds of "petition" documents, leaving not even a place to put her teacup.

Upon hearing the words of the Business Federation representative, the female knight raised an eyebrow slightly, looked up at him with interest, and asked in return:

"Do you truly want to seek justice for the Linguang family, or are you simply using the pretext of seeking justice to suppress a knight who disobeys you?"

Seemingly not expecting the Grand Knight Commander to speak so bluntly, the representative's face turned pale with embarrassment, and he stammered:

"Uh, how could that be? Of course I respect the war heroes of Kazimir. If Cyril knew about this, he would be angry..."

"His Excellency Cyril has been gone for two years."

"When does he come back?"

"..." Russell was silent for a moment, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, his tone was somewhat unfriendly, "He may never come back, but I can send you to see him, how about it?"

Having said that, it meant he understood what Russell meant by "leaving," and he forced an awkward smile and waved his hand.

Too lazy to say anything more to this lackey of the Business Federation, the Grand Knight turned his head to the side and coldly gave the order to leave: "Alright, I don't want to say anything more that is not conducive to unity. You can leave now. I will keep an eye on this matter."

The representative opened his mouth, but ultimately wisely said, "Understood." He stood up to leave, but as soon as he turned around, he heard the Grand Knight Commander's highly warning voice:

"Let me remind you beforehand that, in order to ensure judicial fairness, the Oversight Council has no right to interfere with the National Assembly's legal rulings, and the same goes for the Business Federation. I don't want to hear anything about this, understand?"

"Understood." The representative nodded, turned and left, a smug smile playing on his lips.

The warning to the business association not to interfere with judicial fairness—ha! Interfering with something requires that thing to even exist.

It was just a matter of a phone call from the spokesperson.

He walked straight out of the reception hall of the Supervisory Council, and at the same time as he pushed open the door, another golden figure strode in.

The representative turned his head and glanced at the man, Kuranta, a blond male dressed in a wrinkled old suit, looking like a down-on-his-luck nobleman. There were too many people like him in Kazimierz these days, and he didn't want to pay any more attention to him, so he looked away and walked away.

At the same time, Marna also withdrew his gaze from the representative and addressed the knights in the reception hall:

"Find the Grand Knight Commander." (Disgusted)

"You are...Lord Marner! It's been a long time! You've finally come to..."

“Don’t misunderstand, I’m just here to resolve some unnecessary trouble.” Marner raised his hand, interrupting the knight. The knight who was receiving them immediately nodded, turned, and jogged into the Grand Knight Commander’s office. A moment later, he jogged out again, nodded solemnly to Marner, and said, “The Grand Knight Commander is waiting for you. Please.”

"Thank you." Marna nodded slightly and pushed open the door to enter.

The spacious office was filled with a classical atmosphere incongruous with its era. Knight's armor hung on shelves along the walls, crossed swords adorned the walls, display cases showcased the weapons of the long-deceased heroes of Kazimierz, and framed banners and photographs of warring knightly orders that had perished in war. All of this subtly reminded any visitor of the extraordinary identity of the woman who occupied this office in the Grand Knight Territory of Kavaleria—not a mere competitive knight whose status was built on money and publicity, but that she had been a true warrior knight!

Russell, the Grand Knight Commander of Kazimierz, a contemporary of Cyril Nearl, the current leader of the Kazimierz Knights, and a driving force behind the reforms of the Supervisory Council—a legend.

However, at this very moment, the legend leaned against his desk, his gaze deep and melancholic, staring at the empty ceiling, a slightly cold cup of coffee in his hand, lost in thought, not even turning around when Marner entered.

"Grand Knight Commander." It was Marna who called out first, startling Russell from his reverie. "Are you alright?"

“Thank you for your concern, Marner. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you. I really hope you can come and keep this old man company more often.” Russell’s face lit up with a bright smile, his eyes filled with tenderness and affection as he looked at Marner.

Only she knew best how much Marna had sacrificed, endured, and lost for the Lin Guang family over the years.

This Nearl, proud and unruly in his youth, and reserved in middle age, was not as accomplished and revered as his father, nor as talented and naturally gifted as his brother. But without a doubt, he was also a true Nearl, and he never tarnished his name!

“I heard your house was destroyed by a new gladiator. Do you have a place to stay? I can help you arrange it,” Russell asked with concern. But to her surprise, Marner shook her head.

“That’s exactly why I’m here,” Marner said. “Roy’s actions were voluntary. I hope the Oversight Council won’t file a lawsuit with the National Assembly.”

"What?" Russell asked, doubting his ears. "You did it willingly? But the Linguang Mansion has been the Linguang family's residence for centuries. Even in the most difficult times, you never abandoned it. Now it's been destroyed, and you say it was your own choice?"

However, Marner's voice did not hesitate for a moment, and she answered calmly and firmly, "That's exactly right."

Russell's expression suddenly calmed, and a glint appeared in his eyes as he looked at Marner: "Marner, could it be that you..."

“There’s no point in clinging to centuries-old traditions anymore; it’s time for us all to make a change,” Marner said calmly, with an air of enlightenment. “This change might be so drastic that we can hardly bear it, but ultimately, we have to persevere.”

Just like the destroyed Nearl mansion, Marner plans to rebuild and completely renovate its interior, replacing outdated facilities, adding antennas, internet, and a piped newspaper delivery system so people can get their newspapers without leaving home.

Without destruction, there can be no construction!

“I understand,” Russell said, genuinely pleased. “However, I still have a question: why did you suddenly change your mind?”

“Opportunities always exist, right before your eyes, why ask me?” Marna said, turning and leaving without a second thought.

He also had to go to the Business Federation and the Knights' Association to dissuade them from filing a lawsuit.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile self-deprecatingly.

Hehe, if any representative of the Business Federation knew even a little about the Lin Guang family, he could easily handle this matter here, saving the travel expenses of going to the Business Federation.

Unfortunately, for them, the name Linguang was nothing more than a useful label that they knew but not why. They recognized him, but he didn't recognize them when they weren't wearing the words "I am Linguang" around their necks.

This is the truth. In the past, he had been completely disillusioned with these things. But now, he has a glimmer of hope.

He wanted to see how Roy, that seemingly all-knowing Unarmored Alliance member, would live up to his boast and change everything.

Volume 1: Chapter 37 Xuan Tie: My daughter takes after me, she's stubborn!

Kazimir, Kavaleriaki, outside the city.

In the unclaimed forest, which overlooks the bright lights of Kazimierz, the old hunter was returning with his freshly hunted game. He noticed a newspaper in the mailbox by the door, raised an eyebrow, wiped his blood-stained hands on his clothes, and went inside.

"You're back, old man." With a strange cylindrical object dangling from her mouth, the woman inside the house tilted her head back from the lower sofa, looked towards the front door, and waved in greeting.

"What made you decide to come over here?" Xuan Tie asked with a loving smile as he tossed the camel cub into the kitchen sink, washing his hands as he did so.

The woman on the sofa took a deep breath, exhaling a cloud of smoke that, surprisingly, lacked the pungent odor of traditional cigarettes. Hearing Old Xuan Tie's question, a hint of melancholy and worry appeared on her face as she slowly replied:

"Take a look at the newspaper I brought you, and you'll understand."

"newspaper?"

Old Xuan Tie dried his hands on a towel, reached for the newspaper that had been placed on the table when he entered the room, and Roy and Marna's big faces on the front page came into view again.

Why did I use "again"? Old Xuan Tie wondered. He had lost count of how many times he had seen Roy's highly recognizable face in the newspaper. This self-proclaimed "number one handsome man in the Great Knights" and "pillar of the Unarmored Alliance" had recently been getting a ridiculously high amount of exposure. Basically, nine out of ten articles featured him, and the remaining one was also related to him.

Even so, this was only after the Business Federation suppressed the hype. Old Xuan Tie's spies within the Business Federation had reported to him more than once that the Federation's higher-ups were forcing businesses that wanted to form business partnerships with Roy to abandon their projects.

Otherwise, Roy would probably have made a fortune long ago.

Oh, it seems he's actually refusing investment.

Old Xuan Tie pursed his lips with regret. "Oh dear, this Roy, that's a huge sum of money. If it could be used as start-up capital for Yuanshi Cloud, the company's scale could at least increase several times over. If he were the spokesperson, maybe it could even be promoted directly to the Joint Conference of the Business Federation. What a pity!"

"You old man, that's someone else's money, what does it have to do with you!"

Seemingly guessing what Old Xuan Tie was thinking, the woman cursed with an unfriendly expression.

"Besides, shouldn't you worry a little about your subordinate?"

A mocking smile appeared on Old Xuan Tie's face: "Am I the one who's worried, or are you, my dear daughter, worried?"

"What nonsense are you spouting!" The woman's ears turned bright red as her thoughts were guessed, and she quickly retorted, "You were the one who gave him the order to cause some trouble for the Business Association to divert their attention. Now, not only has he caused trouble, but he's also opened those businessmen's eyes wide! I've heard they're already planning to get rid of Xiao Luo... your subordinate! Aren't you worried about dealing with the trouble you created?"

"Hahahaha, you're right, you're right, my daughter really thinks a lot."

Old Xuan Tie let out a hearty laugh, patted his thick chest, and said:

"Don't worry, since I gave this order, no matter how much trouble he causes, I can handle it. Besides, what haven't I seen? This is nothing. It's just defeating a Candle Knight. It's a small matter."

"According to intelligence, he just defeated Marna, well, Marna with the drawn sword."

"Um?!"

Old Xuan Tie nearly cut his own finger with the knife he used to cut the camel, letting out a muffled groan an octave higher than usual.