Dear Broom Knight

“Although Valera has moved out, you’d better not live upstairs.” Mrs. Agers walked with him to the end of the corridor on the first floor. “This place is quite suitable for you. Back then, Lowry conducted his dog…magic research in this room.

He used to cause explosions every day. Although he himself was blown to pieces, bloody and mangled, the room was completely fine.

It's perfect for you to seclude yourself and break through to become a knight.”

It seems like, can't really say nothing happened, right?

Fabrice looked at the pitted walls and the obviously patched floor, with a wry smile.

But he also understood that the fact that the house could be blown up like this without affecting the outside, not even leaving a trace outside the door frame, proved the room's isolation.

“Here is the washroom.” Mrs. Agers pointed to a gray-black metal cabinet. “Everything is there.”

Fabrice pursed his lips and sincerely thanked her: “Thank you very much for your help, Mrs. Agers.”

He finally understood why Mrs. Agers' subordinates were always so convinced by her.

This woman either doesn't care about anything, but once she takes action, she never leaves any loopholes.

Just like his request for help this time.

Some things, he could only hint at slightly, completely afraid to say too clearly.

But Mrs. Agers understood his determination to make one last effort.

Fabrice, if he only cleared the toxins from his body, he could indeed barely advance to become a knight.

But who cares about that?

His future was almost written off by everyone.

This medicine wasn't that expensive. People with some ability could buy it from the Church of the Earth.

But normal people, as long as they can survive, generally won't take it.

Blood exchange and rebirth sounds easy, but in essence, once the willpower is not strong enough, all the blood will flow out and you'll die directly. How can you welcome the moment when the heart beats again and new blood is revitalized?

Fabrice, who clearly had a good future and a stable future that everyone understood, didn't actually need to risk his life.

However, Fabrice was unwilling to let his life be reduced to a stagnant pool.

Then, put the family's future, all the burden, on his poor son.

He hoped that his children, even if they were highly expected, would be inspired by their parents' vision for the future of the family, rather than being tools burdened with heavy responsibilities from the beginning.

Although everyone in the Montes family had their problems, they were always very, very good to the people they favored.

Fabrice had always been the one who was favored, and he enjoyed this love very much.

He wasn't the kind of person who took advantage and acted cute… He could insist like this when facing Mrs. Agers, so how could he forget the past beauty?

Fabrice didn't know why he had to take this path, but perhaps it was just unwillingness, reluctance, and an inability to abandon hatred.

You see, clearly he, the Earl of Montes, was the victim of those church forces fighting each other, colluding with each other, and vying for power. His parents, brothers, elders, and friends were all destroyed in the hands of that group of disgusting old guys, but that group of shameless scum not only didn't care, but even looked down on him.

They didn't even care whether Fabrice, the Earl, would resent them.

Because he didn't have the ability.

So, even if it was the hatred of killing his parents, no one thought he would, or rather, he dared to resent anyone.

Some people even thought that he would vent this resentment on Lowry and Mrs. Agers… just for a Pat.

Unfortunately, he was very calm and knew very well who brought the real danger to his family, or rather, because of whom it existed.

His mother and his grandmother were the problem from the beginning.

And the High Tower came with the storm, not with Pat.

Since his grandfather was moved to remarry, no matter who married in, his little brother would appear with it.

Fabrice knew his proud, willful, and sensitive mother better than others.

As long as his grandfather dared to do that, his mother would definitely use this method to express her dissatisfaction and take the opportunity to obtain more control over the castle from his grandfather.

She did do it.

Even if Mrs. Agers didn't have the heart to fight with her, but… at least his mother got everything she wanted.

As for his little brother, Fabrice knew a little more than others.

The reason why his mother had always disliked Kyle was not entirely because she regarded him as a tool and couldn't love him.

After all, in the previous years, his mother had used special aristocratic methods for long-term contraception, so it was not that easy to get pregnant and have children at a certain time.

There were still the effects of those previous drugs in her body!

Perhaps it was because she took some medicine to conceive this child, so Kyle almost died several times.

Especially the last time, it was said that they couldn't even feel the baby's heartbeat… His mother had already prepared more than one way to lead the child's departure to Mrs. Agers.

But after passing that hurdle, Kyle became very strong, and those schemes were not implemented… Fortunately not.

After Kyle was born, his mother always felt that there was something wrong with this child… His father could only attribute this lack of closeness to too much calculation in the beginning, which hurt the relationship, and the child became a tool.

Their family had always thought so.

Probably, that time, his own brother was really gone!

In fact, other people's attitudes towards Kyle were not bad, just… between the mother and Kyle, they all chose the mother.

Fabrice was reluctant to think of his family's stupid second child who showed off to others because only Kyle was weaker than him.

Originally, that kid could have survived. Who cares about a useless person with no strength and no brains!

But he insisted on seeking death.

Alas… When thinking of the past, Fabrice only had sighs left.

In fact, although their family was in a mess, they could all hide it, even the stupid second uncle who inexplicably thought he was good.

Fabrice always remembered what his father said to his mother: Masood is too stupid, no one will expect him. You only need to suppress them as a couple more often, and when he finally realizes that he can't do anything, he will be honest and return to the obedient brother he used to be.

However, the evil cult and the intervention of those churches changed everything.

The things that followed were… destined to be so, and no one could blame anyone.

Of course, Fabrice hated the Lord of the High Tower, but he wouldn't resent Mrs. Agers because of Pat's identity.

However, Fabrice would not choose to let go of Pat, the high-level member of the High Tower Church, when he met her.

The High Tower Church is his eternal enemy… He will never forget how his relatives died tragically.

But, if he wants to do this, he can't be who he is now.

Even if he always smiles, he hides a volcano in his heart.

If he can't burn others, then he might as well ignite himself first.

Fabrice didn't think he couldn't hold on… The smiles of his relatives would often appear in front of him.

Fabrice clenched his fists, lowered his head and said: “Mrs. Agers, I, my gratitude to you, no…”

“I won’t interfere in the matter between you and Pat.” Mrs. Agers said quietly, “I’m very happy that you can distinguish the entanglements inside and not think that I am the source of all the mistakes.

Although even if you hate me, I don’t care, but after all, I watched you grow up. It’s best if you can figure this out.

Moreover, your hatred for Pat stems from her identity as a cultist. This, of course, is not wrong.

My help to you has nothing to do with these things.

If Pat can't even deal with you, then I will have to collect her body sooner or later.”

Fabrice pursed his lips and asked softly: “Madam, you, do you really not resent it?”

Although everything seems to be fine for Mrs. Agers now, and she had already thought about going to Lowry's side to enjoy her remaining years.

However, her remaining life is clearly still so long.

But because of a Pat, she has no future from now on.

“Life is originally the result of one’s own choices.” Mrs. Agers raised her hand and touched his head. “I don’t regret it.

Fabrice, as the shield behind me, Pat has never slacked off on the battlefield.

Without her, there would be no me now.

I will not choose to protect her because of those past events. After all, I am a great knight from the King’s Army. Loyalty to the King is a vow I make from the bottom of my heart.

But I can't possibly be cruel to her either.

This is my choice now.

So, Fabrice, since you have decided, don't give up, and don't regret it.”

She sighed: “I don’t know if helping you like this is right or wrong.

But, I understand the pain of being controlled by hatred.

You always have to do something, right?”

Just like she was back then.

Although she had always been at a disadvantage in the struggle, she had at least been struggling.

Fabrice, what he wants now is just ‘struggle’.

This world is so cruel that it is difficult to even give the enemy a little trouble, even if you risk your life.

Sometimes, those struggles are more like comforting yourself.

But, it's better than not being able to do anything.

Agers also suddenly softened her heart because she saw some of the path she had taken in the past on Fabrice.