Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

"You tell a good story, Mr. Heinstant, if I hadn’t heard the whole story of that night from my descendants, I might have believed everything you just said. I’ve seen for myself the integrity of the Temple Knights. Now, your name is..." The Legendary Sir turned his head to look at Ingram, who without any hesitation, knelt down on one knee.

"I am Ingram Fanor, Legendary Sir. I came here today to wield the hammer of judgment and deliver the belated trial to the heretic of our sect, Hill Gaiate, the young son of Yade Gaiate." After finishing his statement, he lifted his head and looked at the Legendary Sir: "Sir, you can kill me. I know my hands are stained with the blood of the Gaiates... but Heinstant is just a scholar, a man of peace. If he is here tonight, it is surely to assist me in this trial."

"Traitors among you? This is indeed a headache-inducing answer. Wait a moment, Mars, my child, come here and tell me what you think." The Legendary Sir gestured to the crowd. Heinstant lowered his head, but when the owner of the red shoes appeared on the edge of his vision, he still sighed deeply in his heart.

Indeed a lovely boy, Pantho cat-people are truly difficult to distinguish when they are young, as written in the books.

And the little master of the red shoes stood next to the chair, shaking his head: "I always thought that the Dead Eyes followed their master and killed my father, who was a police officer... If it wasn’t for my deep dive this time, I might never have known my father’s true cause of death. You say my father betrayed the teachings of the Temple Knights; why would he choose to betray them."

"I know." Heinstant raised his head.

"Heinstant! Do not divulge the secrets of the Order!"

"No, we stand before an Ancient Knight Commander, and there are no secrets before a Knight Commander, my brother." Heinstant shook his head.

"The Gaiate lineage has always served the sect of the Central Holy Kingdom; he was a loyal descendant of the sect. The four generations of Gaiates before him served and died for the sect. Under normal circumstances, we shouldn’t exterminate them so thoroughly." At this point, a pained expression appeared on Heinstant’s face as he looked at the boy: "Your grandfather killed the only son of the Primate at that time, refused to admit his mistake afterwards, and left the sect. It took us twenty-five years to find him."

"Why did my grandfather kill that peer?" The child’s face showed curiosity for the first time.