Dear Broom Knight

The King of the North was well aware that if his capital, or even the spies in his palace, numbered a hundred, then a border lord like Montes would have at least sixty.

A third of these would be dispatched by the Church of the Storm.

While these fellows were fiercely competitive in their pursuit of power and profit, they were even more ruthless when dealing with members of other churches.

If a church turned into a cult, they would even abandon the meat already at their lips!

An established cult like the Lord of Ice could still struggle for a while, but a church like the Tower… a slight slip-up would be enough to get them caught.

Although the King of the North had some predictions about the events in Montes Territory, he truly hadn't expected them to be so unbelievable… Having one son involved in a cult incident was terrifying enough; two was simply unheard of since ancient times!

The Pat beside Yagris, on the other hand, was understandable.

Although he hadn't known some things about the Church of the Storm at the time, he could still catch a whiff of them afterward.

The King of the North simply didn't know Pat's true identity at first, but after the information was gathered, he guessed a little.

However, a person like Pat didn't cause much harm.

Of course, that was in his opinion.

Pat, and girls like her, always had the Church of the Storm as their primary goal in life.

As for the harm to the noble system… well, the Tower Church had plenty of people who could do what Pat did.

The real problem lay with the nobles themselves who were influenced, not the external manipulators… after all, those who could only hide in the shadows had to rely on coercion and enticement, with little emphasis on coercion.

At least, in the country he ruled, this was indeed the case.

The King of the North sighed helplessly.

In the end, all of this could only be blamed on Earl Montes himself for breaking the tradition of border earls only marrying into equally well-defended border territories.

Border earls were powerful, but their influence was limited.

They also found it difficult to extend their reach beyond their own border territories, let alone have manpower to support their in-laws.

For them, marriage was only for mutual support, not genuine assistance.

The two families that Montes found to supplement his expanding new territory were indeed well-connected and could help him find many assistants… but their downfall also lay in this overly developed social network.

The King of the North, who had landed on the ground, glanced at Yagris and Lowry, who were rushing over, and walked towards the ruins filled with mournful cries.

Then he was stunned.

As he had expected, there weren't many survivors, but Earl Montes was definitely among them.

But there was also something different.

Earl Montes, unexpectedly, didn't seem to have many days left to live!

And the remaining survivors were only Fabris, a young man at a loss, holding his grandfather's head and weeping bitterly.

The usually composed King of the North completely broke down, rushing towards Earl Montes in a few steps: "My God! Nascimento, what happened?"

Earl Montes gently opened one eye, answering weakly: "Your Majesty, you've, come!"

"Lowry!" His Majesty the King abruptly turned to look at the little mage who had rushed in with him, "Come here!"

Earl Montes's fingers twitched, but he still said nothing.

Compared to his foolish father, who still harbored illusions, Lowry was well aware of why His Majesty the King was calling him… How could his teacher, the court archmage, not have left him some life-saving medicine?

Moreover, it was a much better all-purpose potion than those commonly available on the market.

Earl Montes had clearly had his knight's will ignited and then been deprived of his flesh and blood energy; pure healing potions were useless to him.

He needed to replenish his physical strength, energy, willpower, and even his spirit, and the potion couldn't be too potent.

The potions that His Majesty the King carried with him didn't have anything that gentle.

Fabris took it readily and fed it to him firmly.

Earl Montes visibly improved.

But everyone could tell that he didn't have much time left.

Although he still looked like a middle-aged man, his aura was like that of an old man in his twilight years, ready to pass away at any moment.

"Nascimento ah…" the King of the North sighed.

"It was I, my own greed led to this result," Earl Montes smiled slightly, "My Majesty, Nascimento can no longer follow you."

"I came too late," the King of the North said after a moment of silence.

Earl Montes shook his head: "Your Majesty, it is already a great honor that you came in person at this time.

If you hadn't trusted me so much, I, I wouldn't have survived at all.

Let alone been able to save a Fabris."

Although the King of the North could be considered to wield great power, he couldn't violate the common rules between the king and the nobles.

For a border lord like Earl Montes, if he didn't ask the king for assistance himself, the King of the North shouldn't have rushed over like this.

Although it could be said that His Majesty the King believed in Earl Montes's trust in him, it was indeed a breach of contract that was enough for the nobles to impeach His Majesty the King.

Don't think that His Majesty the King has extraordinary strength and can suppress the entire court, but the Council of Nobles has often opposed him on various matters.

After all, he is only one person and cannot manage the entire country with his own power.

Therefore, what should be conceded must be conceded, and what should not be touched cannot be touched.

It's just that the nobles can no longer extend their hands into the king's inherent power as they did in the past.

Or rather, the laws of the kingdom are finally laws, not just a piece of paper.

The nobles must, at least on the surface, only play the game within the scope permitted by law.

His Majesty the King must also be bound by the law.

Although he could choose not to do so.

But after all, he is a king who understands the hardships of the people, so he would rather put those shackles on himself.

Then the nobles would never easily do anything foolish that would cause this White Dragon King to break free from his shackles.

Earl Montes glanced at Lady Yagris, who was standing at the back with a dazed expression: "Yag, don't worry, Pat didn't actually do anything."

He sighed and shook his head: "The descent of the evil god is already inevitable.

My parents' flesh and blood have already been devoured by him, and no one but His Majesty the King can stop him."

Then he struggled to sit up: "Your Majesty! But he hasn't reached the point of being invincible!

He failed to swallow my knight's core."

Earl Montes pointed towards the inland: "Although his final blow was terrifying, I could see that his power was not sufficient!

Even after taking away Alex's flesh and blood, the spell he released wasn't even at the 7th circle!

After this, he will definitely go to Natalie's family!

Your Majesty… please be sure to…"

"Don't worry, Nascimento," the King of the North said decisively, "Natalie's family will be uprooted and wiped out for colluding with the cult!"

Fabris, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled slightly.

"Do you know why you were spared?" The King of the North noticed his small movement.

"He told me," Fabris replied softly, "For the sake of the brotherly affection I have for Kyle, he will kill me last."

The King of the North paused for a few seconds before understanding what he meant, looking at Earl Montes in disbelief: "Nascimento, what is going on with your family?

The only one in your family who is somewhat human is Fabris?

Weren't you good to all your children? How could you raise…"

Even though she was very depressed, Lady Yagris still sneered: "Like father, like son, you learn from those you associate with."

Earl Montes was speechless.

He was the one who started favoring his children, to begin with.

The King of the North couldn't say anything more… Although the court and the nobles would publicly praise Earl Montes for spoiling his youngest son, Lowry, they secretly ridiculed his ignorance.

No matter how talented a child is, if they don't have the desire to cultivate, then talent is just an adjective.

What kind of biological parents wouldn't push their children to improve?

Unless that child wasn't his.

Earl Montes said dejectedly: "Indeed, it's all my fault."

Yagris glanced at him and didn't continue to speak… Nascimento Montes was really going to die.

Earl Montes grabbed Fabris's hand and looked at His Majesty the King with a serious expression: "Your Majesty, I beg you, Your Majesty!

Please grant me the Dragonfire Burial after my death!"

The King of the North hesitated for a few seconds, but still nodded in agreement: "Alright, Nascimento, consider it for the sake of so many years of comradeship."

Dragonfire Burial, in essence, is still cremation, at most the dragonfire burns cleaner.

But saying it out loud becomes an honor, rather than being 'reduced to ashes'.

Initially, this method of burial was because there were too many dead people on the battlefield, and there was still fighting to be done.

The enemy's corpses were burned with fierce fire oil, but one couldn't treat one's own people the same way.

But according to the rules of the temple, when burning corpses, even if the other party was evil, some prayer rituals had to be performed.

That would be too solemn to show to one's own people… it wouldn't look much different.

Therefore, since some time ago, the cremation of one's own people has been done with the fire of magical beasts as the ignition.

Then, it slowly formed the legend that the stronger the magical animal whose fire burned, the purer the warrior's heroic soul, able to wash away all sins and return to the homeland he longed for.

The White Dragon's dragonfire is naturally the most glorious funeral, not everyone can receive it.