Dear Broom Knight

Almes, standing outside the side door of the Storm Church, also wore a worried expression.

"Brother?" Pearl, who had quietly appeared beside him, curiously peered around. "Who is it that can make you pull such a sour face?"

"I originally wanted to go and talk to that Toronto mage that Dad mentioned," Almes sighed. "But the other party looked at me as if they'd seen…"

"Don't use any adjectives, brother," Pearl interrupted him decisively. "I'm still human, and I don't want to be implicated and turned into some grotesque creature."

This time, Almes was genuinely smiling wryly: "You've improved a lot in a year, Pearl!"

"Dad took me to the Adventurers' Tavern for more than half a month," Pearl said with a grin. "Although I didn't learn much about combat experience, my tongue became much sharper."

She raised her chin: "Didn't you say that Toronto mage comes from a merchant family?

If you show up with that demeanor you honed in the circle of princes and princesses, it would be strange if he wasn't scared away!

He probably thought he was about to be charged a meeting tax!"

Almes couldn't suppress the twitching at the corner of his mouth… His sister's mouth had indeed become much more venomous, and she also knew a lot of strange things.

This kind of unspoken rule in the royal family, where you have to give a lot of gifts just to meet with a merchant, hasn't appeared for a long time… not since His Majesty Travis ascended the throne.

Even before those unlucky princes, who used to play both sides among the great nobles, completely lost their power, they didn't do much of this kind of disreputable thing.

Even the 'voluntary' ones were basically tricked by their own people.

The princes just wouldn't 'refuse' such kindness, but they wouldn't actively make demands either.

"Don't talk about these things that no longer exist, Pearl," Almes smiled reservedly. "I accept Dad's suggestion, but that doesn't mean I'll directly contact him.

I have to…"

"A mage who can mingle with adventurers probably won't be able to accept your aristocratic style of testing," Pearl shook her head. "Brother, you're still too high and mighty."

Almes was taken aback: "I, my attitude is quite friendly! I even smiled at him!"

"That mask-like smile of yours, eh~ forget it! My brother.

It's only going to be more scary.

That kind of friendliness with a high-and-mighty undertone…" Pearl raised one eyebrow and said in a strange tone, "He'll probably just think you want to find the password to open his dimensional space before you kill him."

Almes suddenly understood: "Eh… I was thinking too simply."

Now they all act like I'm their most perfect marriage prospect.

I don't care about them themselves, but the sudden change in status will always make people feel a little elated.

Especially since, when we were young, we were often, heh, ridiculed and looked down upon."

Even when he and Pearl were born, Ezra already had a promising future in the army, but after all, it hadn't reached the point of his later success, and there were many people with similar status to him… At that time, Ezra needed to rely more on the support of the royal family.

In the eyes of the royal family and the great nobles, Ezra's label was more of a royal family offshoot, His Majesty the King's sycophant, a yes-man.

The princes and princesses who came from those great families who even dared to interfere in such an important matter as the succession to the throne, and their descendants, would inevitably have a very arrogant attitude when facing Almes and Pearl.

Even if he was naturally intelligent and had a firm mind, Almes would definitely be affected a little.

Although he could get rid of this influence, it didn't mean that he wouldn't feel anything after turning the tables. As long as he was human, he couldn't give up the joy of 'thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river'.

Even Pearl, who heard this sentence, couldn't help but imagine it, and then said with lingering fear: "No wonder Mom insisted on having me come with her."

If she stayed at home in the royal capital, and her ears were so soft… Pearl didn't dare to imagine what she would become.

Even if she definitely wouldn't do anything bad, but…

Tsk… Pearl's face suddenly showed a look of regret.

"Too obvious, my sister," Almes reminded.

"I just want Mom to know what she's done to me!" Pearl said with a particularly emphatic expression, "This may be my only chance in my life to put on airs!"

"Pulling aggro?" Almes completely disagreed.

"You're the kind of person who's been pulling aggro since you were little, you wouldn't understand me," Pearl sighed and shook her head.

Almes couldn't help but frown… What kind of aggro could he, this ordinary little mage, pull?

Forget it, his sister always had a filter when looking at him.

Almes brought the topic back: "Not going to find Macmillan is the most responsible attitude towards her.

The most important thing for the Macmillan family now is to smoothly snatch enough benefits from the Schroeder family.

If she were to be retaliated against by those capricious young ladies because she got too close to me, then she would be losing out too much."

His gratitude doesn't have that much weight.

Almes believed that Selestia could understand his politeness.

— —

Selestia did understand, but she didn't want to accept it.

Almes's attitude inevitably presupposed a complete rejection of her.

Because he didn't want to have any interaction with her at all, he felt that this was an unwarranted disaster.

But what Selestia wanted was to have that interaction!

The Macmillan family wasn't afraid of the oppression of those traditional nobles!

In fact, she even hoped for this consequence… The Storm God Temple certainly wouldn't interfere in the struggle between Macmillan and Schroeder, but if external forces dared to get involved, the temple would definitely quickly step in to solve all the problems.

The main temple could never openly favor the Schroeder family, which was rejected by the avatar of the storm.

Then their Macmillan family could win without any effort!

But this could only be a passive event, and there must not be any trace of Macmillan in it.

The storm knight is the Lord's blade, and the blade can only be directed outward.

Selestia didn't believe that Almes, who had been in the palace for so many years, wouldn't understand these inside stories. The only reason he was doing this was… that he didn't plan to have any emotional connection with her in the future, so he simply cut off all ties.

The beautiful storm knight stood in the alley on the other side of the Storm Church, staring coldly at the mage who looked down on her, her clenched fist creaking.

— —

At this moment, there was still half an hour before the arrival of the great storm that everyone was waiting for.

Whether the storm believers in the church were ready or not was uncertain, but the several winding alleys outside the church were already full of onlookers and snoopers who were ready at any moment.

Yuri was really wise when he chose an area that was both well-connected and close to the residential area when he allocated land to the Storm Church back then.

— —

"High Priest," Bishop Blair looked worriedly at Schroeder, who was sitting in front of a large vortex and had a face ashen, "Are you alright?"

"Look, look!" High Priest Schroeder said fiercely, "I'm not dead yet! The guys who are preparing to attend my funeral and divide up my sacrifices have already taken their places."

Blair was speechless.

After all, it was the High Priest in front of him who wouldn't let him come forward to drive those people away.

He searched his brains for a long time, and finally squeezed out a difficult sentence: "The High Priest will definitely be the final victor, those guys can only come to see the fireworks of our victory!"

High Priest Schroeder gave his henchman a strange look: "A very good metaphor, don't say it again in the future, it will make people want to send you down first."

"Yes! Sir," Blair immediately responded respectfully… He would rather be scolded a few times than analyze a future that even his own High Priest couldn't understand.

"Hmm…" High Priest Schroeder looked at the figures in the vortex, "Here it comes! It really is a flying bird."

A small bird that was almost invisible to the naked eye was magnified in the vortex.

The reason why it was invisible wasn't because it was too small.

But because the color of its feathers, which were only the size of an infant's fist, blended in with the wind.

This should be a talent.

High Priest Schroeder carefully observed it, confirming that the bird's feathers would change with the change in wind speed… The wind seemed invisible, but when it blew, it would inevitably leave traces. If there was no change at all, it would actually be very obvious in the eyes of someone with keen observation.

But this little bird, if High Priest Schroeder hadn't used the Eye of the Storm, which he had awakened with half a year of prayer, he wouldn't have been able to tell the difference between it and the wind.

"Interesting, no wonder it only opens before the storm comes.

It originally came riding the strong winds before the storm.

This bird is actually very suitable for the Storm Church," High Priest Schroeder said with great emotion, "I wonder if after everything is over, His Majesty will discuss with that Archmage about telling the main temple over there how to communicate with this bird."

Blair was confused: "High Priest! What are you…"

High Priest Schroeder shook his head, stood up and patted his robe: "Blair!

Let me tell you one last truth.

Selfishness is not a mistake, but you must have the courage and responsibility to bear the consequences.

Otherwise, you will directly fall into the abyss.

I can indeed not do that, but… Blair, do you know, do I already have a great-grandson?

A very cute child!"