Dear Broom Knight

Fabrice always had his own filter for Mrs. Agreus.

He sincerely believed that if that lady had truly been ruthless, how could he have possibly ended up well?

He wasn't naive enough to think that Mrs. Agreus's kindness towards him was without other reasons, but if that lady could still retain a trace of kindness when it didn't harm her own interests, and even towards him, the former beneficiary, then she was a good person.

At least for him, there were some things that he shouldn't decide for himself unless he received an unquestionable answer.

He wasn't like Uncle Lowry, her own son, whom Mrs. Agreus would only find childish and cute even if he made mistakes.

If Fabrice made even a small mistake, he might become someone with ulterior motives in that lady's eyes.

Fabrice had been repaying this debt inherited from his grandfather for so many years, and he had finally seen a glimmer of hope. He would never allow himself to fall back into a rainy predicament.

"Uncle Lowry, I just think that these matters should be discussed with Mrs. Agreus," Fabrice said slowly and deliberately. "You should respect the lady's autonomy."

"Autumn has come, and you're back to your old tricks, aren't you?" Lowry instantly sensed the hidden meaning in the dead child's words. "Mom wouldn't pay attention to the people of the Storm Church, no matter which side.

Fabrice, you remember this: here, the Lord of Storms and the Storm Church are two different things.

What kind of trash is McMillan that she deserves my mom's favor?"

"Understood, I will refuse directly," Fabrice replied straightforwardly. "However, I think she might not give up so easily.

The McMillan family, what they want most now is a legitimate identity and reputation.

Uncle Lowry, who has been praised by the Lord of Storms several times, is the help they most want to obtain."

Moreover, there had always been rumors that Lowry Montes could directly contact the Lord of Storms.

Although no one could predict the actions of the gods, some prophets in the temples could see traces of their own gods to some extent… especially when the Lord of Storms clearly didn't intend to hide himself.

The credibility of this rumor coming from the Storm Church was actually very high.

No one would directly say it out loud, just because the Lord of Storms 'doesn't want anyone to know'.

Then, no one could know.

The Storm Church group, no matter how arrogant they were, didn't have the guts to point fingers at Lowry.

And Serestia McMillan was indeed the only person in the Storm Church who had an excuse to talk to Green Maple Territory.

Otherwise, Fabrice wouldn't have asked Lowry; if it were another Storm believer, he would never have wavered at all.

Lowry frowned slightly… Fabrice probably didn't really think that Mrs. Agreus would have kindness towards this young lady from the McMillan family, but in his perception, it was a 'possibility'.

Why?

Then Lowry realized that this kid was testing whether their relationship with the Storm Church had eased.

Leaving aside Lowry, the mage, Mrs. Agreus was a proper believer in the Lord of Storms.

According to his mother's past style of doing things, it was indeed possible that she would take advantage of the Storm Church's fear to gain some benefits, given the change in the relationship between Lowry and the Lord of Storms.

Then, she would naturally need a natural messenger.

The McMillan family was indeed very suitable.

Fabrice indeed thought so.

Although they belonged to two major camps, the female knight who came from the King's Army would naturally have some goodwill towards the McMillan family.

Who wouldn't want to establish a family where women held power for generations, and what was passed down was always their own surname?

Although in this world, there were indeed such regions.

For example, in the countries controlled by the Church of the Night, there were many situations where women held power.

However, precisely because the Night Church almost attracted the attention of most of the female powerhouses, other countries, especially the northern countries with harsh living environments, were basically still controlled by men.

As a minority, to gain power, one must inevitably pay more.

Only a founding general like McMillan could maintain the inheritance rights of a female patriarch in a land of men.

As for the rest, even female territorial nobles mostly inherited their father's surname, and couldn't even ensure that the next lord of the territory was still female.

Having children was a random event.

How could they continue to give birth when they had to use the spear in their hand and the sword at their waist to ensure that their interests were not violated?

It was good enough to have one child to ensure that their bloodline was passed on.

What Mrs. Agreus originally wanted was this step.

But in the end, didn't she still give the sovereignty of the territory to another family!

She wasn't dissatisfied to the point of being unhappy about it, just considering everything as an arrangement of fate.

But, there would inevitably be a trace of regret.

By that time, how many existences will be closely related to your bloodline?

But my mother's bloodline will continue to exist in this world.

She's happy just thinking about it, not worrying about family matters at all."

Fabrice was stunned for a moment before suddenly realizing: "You're a dragonkin now! What are you talking about?"

"Both of you, shut up," Mrs. Agreus's cold voice came out. "You're already several decades old, and you're still arguing?

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Fabrice, refuse her directly, don't give her any chance!

Lowry, didn't you say you were going to make me the grandest fireworks?

I'm still waiting!"

Lowry quietly threw a pair of lovebirds snuggling next to him into the demiplane… Seriously, the dialogue signal was misaligned again.

He couldn't help it.

The reason why everything was stable before was because of the control of the mechanical spirit.

Now this one, although it's used in the same way as before, is essentially the magical talent of the lovebirds.

It's fine when a single lovebird exists alone; each feather has its unique signal source.

But when two are together, especially when their feathers are intertwined, it's easy for the two signal sources to resonate.

The only thing worth celebrating is that there aren't many people qualified to talk directly to Lowry. The knights can only convert voice to text and can't communicate directly.

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"How is it?" Serestia McMillan looked at her adjutant and asked with a serious face.

"Count Fabrice refused to relay the message and said we should just give up," the lithe female knight replied respectfully.

"He didn't even plan to see us?" Serestia frowned.

"Yes! Although that butler helped us relay the message, the result was still the same refusal."

"You, calculate the time. See if this Count asked the Green Maple Territory about it," Serestia turned to look at two scholarly-dressed ladies in the room.

After a dozen minutes, the two scholars, after exchanging opinions, summarized a result: "He should have asked, but he received a refusal very quickly."

"There was no possibility of raising an objection, right?" Serestia pressed.

"Almost none. Even if there was, it should have been a negligible test, without any persuasiveness."

Serestia sighed: "It seems that there's no way to bypass Count Fabrice."

"Miss Serestia, how about we follow the Count's suggestion and find a neutral noble who has a friendly relationship with us to marry Count Fabrice Montes?"

"It's difficult.

Count Fabrice hasn't looked for a marriage partner yet, possibly waiting for a result from Prince Lyon's side," Serestia shook her head. "Our current situation with the Schroeder family isn't a secret; it's difficult for neutral nobles to catch their eye."

"Then, what about the Ellis family?" An aide tentatively asked, "If a border lord is willing to remarry with Fabrice…"

Before she could finish speaking, Serestia flew into a rage: "I've warned you many times!

Don't pair me with Graham Ellis!

What's so great about the people from the Western Border Count's family?"

"His bloodline is indeed very good," another aide replied calmly, "If Miss Serestia plans to leave descendants before level 16, this one is a good seed.

All our plans are carried out based on your decisions; you don't need to be so vigilant.

Although that young master Graham Ellis's purpose in pursuing you may not be pure, at least he looks good, has excellent talent, and his status is suitable…"

"Suitable?" Serestia couldn't help but sneer, "Although the news from the Western Border isn't good, saying that he will be abandoned by the Ellis family… but his biological father is only sick, not dead yet!

He's not like Lo… unlike the eldest brother who inherited the title, they won't go too far."

"My lady~ The Montes family, where we're standing now, the one who caused the big trouble back then was the half-brother!" The female knight expressed a different opinion, "Graham Ellis's situation doesn't seem as good as that Montes second young master who had evil intentions!"

Serestia blinked frantically… Why did she feel that something was wrong with these words?