Dear Broom Knight

The Macmillan family certainly wouldn't easily let go of those two children from the Schroeder family... but all of this had to be on the premise of not affecting themselves.

As Storm Knights, they needed to abide by many rules, and many of the nobles' usual tactics were off-limits to them.

Of course, subtly crossing the line when no one was watching wasn't a big deal.

But the problem was, they couldn't guarantee that their actions would go unnoticed.

What the Schroeder family had left were two minors!

Moreover, they hadn't committed any sins, and after the Schroeder family had already been punished, they were innocents born to those unrelated to the past events.

Even those who clamored for eliminating evil completely couldn't publicly implicate them in the sins.

And their biggest enemy was only the Macmillan family.

Although Baron Qingfeng and his mother were also hostile to Schroeder... but with all the original participants having 'voluntarily died,' and High Priest Schroeder even sacrificing his life and soul to scheme against the enemies of the gods, Baron Lowry, who had a good relationship with the Lord of Storms, certainly wouldn't go so far as to not even spare the two children.

Of course, there would definitely be many people coveting the wealthy Schroeder family.

But right now, everyone's energy was mostly diverted by Lyon's journey to the throne... to put it bluntly, those more greedy families simply couldn't free themselves up or spare the attention.

Since they were greedy, they couldn't possibly give up the most delicious piece of meat that was the throne.

At this time, a slight difference could mean a world of difference.

After all, regardless of whether Lyon succeeded or not, those families would inevitably be in a state of being beaten for the next twenty years... they had exposed too much, and whoever came to power would have to suppress them first.

Unknown strength could make those stronger than oneself have scruples, but once exposed, it would only become the target of the other party's attacks.

Although the royal nobles were accustomed to weighing gains and losses, if they could obtain hundreds or thousands of years of stability with a single determined effort... who wouldn't do it?

On the contrary, the Schroeder family, because they were too weak to withstand any wind, was the final focus of the victor... two children, even if one was inclined towards martial arts and the other towards scholarship, both with good talent, how many people would be able to see them?

Even if they had known about Lowry Montes twenty years ago.

If they had the ability to win in chaos, they wouldn't have been suppressed by the Schroeder family for so many years.

This time was actually the Macmillan family's best opportunity!

After all, the price was paid by Gezall, and they only needed to stoop down and pick it up.

As a result, they still hadn't picked it up properly and were directly kicked away by the dying rabbit on the ground.

"Celestia..." Pearl suddenly smiled, "It's a bit miserable! Shouldn't she have come to Hamilton?"

"Not good for the family, but good for her," Almes coldly assessed, "At least her whereabouts can prove that she herself definitely has no problems.

The Macmillan family, who will inevitably have a period of mutual suspicion, can only choose to entrust their trust to her."

"Really, can there be a second candle wick?" Pearl asked curiously.

"It's only really terrifying if there's a possibility! Pearl," Almes sighed, "Our traditional nobles are a little better.

Storm nobles, I guarantee that no family can feel at ease."

Although it was a bit funny to say so, the wind-type physique that the storm nobles pursued the most suddenly became a disaster at this time.

After all, once the body was infiltrated with too much elemental energy, it would be difficult to judge the original bloodline from the external temperament and feeling.

Many storm nobles, although they didn't look exactly the same, looked like they came from the same place.

In the past, this was their pride, after all, the wind was always by their side!

But now... hey~

Just how many families did High Priest Schroeder use Gezall's bloodline to insert nails into, that was really only God knew.

Even if it wasn't a candle wick, it was still a rusty nail!

"Truly didn't die in vain!" Pearl exclaimed with extraordinary admiration, "Definitely can be written into the Northern Lands Chronicles."

The history books of this world, because of the excessive participation of the laws and the too early appearance of the Lord of Knowledge, had become a kind of law-like existence.

Only history that was real enough and had a huge impact on the entire country could be recorded in it.

What the kings could do was only to allow those who were not allowed to see only a part of the content, but they could not allow lies to exist in the form of history books.

Of course, there was also a choice, which was to destroy it.

The laws allowed the destruction of past memories, but not excessive beautification.

Therefore, human cognition would appear to be fragmented... if you couldn't deceive, then letting people be ignorant was also a method.

"Our Majesty the King is the real history book," Almes hesitated for a few seconds, but still brought up His Majesty Travis, who caused this series of events, "No matter what the result is, the royal family is the biggest beneficiary.

Heh~ If Lyon wins, then they themselves don't need to be lenient to any family.

Even if it's someone else, Pearl... as long as the royal army isn't so cooperative, the winning family will have to pay a huge price to obtain the final fruits of victory.

Then, even if the king who comes to power is a bit stupid and is really willing to listen to his maternal family and wife... don't blink, if the prince wasn't configured like this, those great nobles definitely wouldn't be so crazy... their sons might not be.

No, definitely not.

The prince who is struggling to come to power behind the scenes can see the sacrifices and contributions of his maternal family, so he can still be tolerant and even patient.

However, how could the person who is right next to the throne, who can reach out and go up, still thank the courtiers who forced him to rely on marrying and having children to 'have a chance to inherit the throne'?

He will only feel bound and will definitely break free madly.

At that time, it will be the opportunity of the Royal Army... Oh~ No wonder His Majesty the King was almost angered to death by our own father.

Sure enough, he almost ruined the big event.

The Royal Army also needs a deputy commander who bears the responsibility of 'not listening to the King's orders because of conflicts of interest'!.

If it's all people from the royal family, it wouldn't be good to say so... our father can always find good opportunities at the most inappropriate times."

"Brother, don't say that," Pearl laughed awkwardly twice: "Dad doesn't know what happened."

Almes gave her a strange look: "Not knowing is the biggest problem!".

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Pearl desperately winked at her brother.

Almes suddenly realized: "It's okay, don't worry, I'll say the same in front of him."

"No, brother," Pearl had to make it clear, "Do you know how many eyes are watching us here now!

Isn't this equivalent to directly saying that our dad... in front of the gods..."

Almes reached out and pointed at her head: "You think a lot, but it's wrong.

Think again."

Pearl looked up at Almes with a confused and dazed expression, and couldn't help but suspect her own IQ... Could it be that only she was like her own father? --

Celestia looked at the Storm Church in front of her with a solemn expression.

Although she got the news the earliest, that method could only transmit a few words... She still didn't know how the Schroeder family did it.

Therefore, she didn't intend to completely admit defeat yet.

She looked up at the sky and secretly guessed that the Lord of Knowledge's operation should be to drag it out until the storm hour at dawn.

Although she still couldn't understand why the Night Goddess, who had always been irritable and easily angered, had been so patient this time.

But at least, she didn't need to worry about being trapped after rushing into the church.

When the storm came, the Storm Church had to become the state of the eye of the storm... calm and peaceful.

In fact, it was to stop all actions and quietly wait for the storm to pass.

Outsiders, if they dared to stay in the Storm Church at this time and engage in any small actions, they would be courting death.

But as a Storm Knight, she could still move a little.

In the eye of the storm, there were always collisions, and generally nothing would go wrong without spells and skills.

She clenched her hand hard, but only felt the soft armor in her palm gently resisting.

Celestia released her fingers, put down her visor with a serious expression, and waved her right hand suddenly.

A small tornado, as high as six meters, suddenly appeared beside her, and then a giant horse, pure white all over, with only light blue on its forehead and limbs, walked out of it.

This horse was as tall as three meters, and its ribs were wrapped with elemental wings of nearly three meters.

Strange rune patterns flowed on the cyan-black transparent wings.

This was the Wing of Storms.

Only the Storm Knight with the highest wind talent could have the horse bestowed by God.

Tall, mighty, and sacred.

Every appearance meant the existence of the Lord of Storms.

Celestia smiled bitterly.

She didn't want to do this in the first place.

After all, this was equivalent to publicly revealing the infighting of the Storm Church, and even she, who was deeply loved by the gods, would have to be punished afterward.

The best result was not being able to summon the Wing of Storms again for three years.

But what else could she do?

No matter what insidious methods High Priest Schroeder had left for her in the church, she couldn't possibly wait until some adventurer couldn't help but take action before following up.

Knowing this news and not taking any action, she had also violated the principles of the Storm Knights.

Patience and waiting were never the choices a Storm Knight who was seeking revenge should make.

She could only charge with endless hatred and the hurricane.

With a light leap, she jumped onto the three-meter-high horse back, and with a turn, Celestia's Gale Wings kicked the tightly closed gate of the Storm Church fiercely with their front hooves.