Dear Broom Knight

Looking once more at the empty room, Lady Yagris turned to leave: "I'll be upstairs, waiting for you to come out."

Fabrice clenched his fist, his large gemstone ring gleaming: "I will, and I'll come to see you without a care in the world."

Turning back to look at the completely closed door, Lady Yagris slowly walked towards the staircase on the other side.

Even though she was very confident in the house she had meticulously designed, Lowry didn't dare allow any other rooms to be above that room.

Therefore, this small building looked quite large, but in reality, there were only three bedrooms that could truly be lived in.

One of them was downstairs, basically for Taylor and Charles to stay in when they came over.

As for Lowry, if he came here, he basically wouldn't look for a bed to sleep in; he would lie down on the spot when he was tired, and continue playing with his big explosions when he woke up.

However, Lady Yagris also knew that her son had a lot of strange connections, and she didn't know why he was particularly popular with some magical creatures, so he always had specialties from all over the world.

Like the fruit trees and nut trees that were now being grown in large quantities on the hills behind Gezar Castle.

Yagris, who could be considered someone who had fought in many battles, had never seen some of these things before, let alone arranged for people to plant them.

In fact, she knew a little bit that her child had something of a divine nature.

Lady Yagris had also worried whether Lowry was an existence like 'Kyle'.

But she quickly determined that he wasn't... no god would ruin their reputation like that.

Someone like Kyle, who wasn't loved by his family from a young age, but wholeheartedly created a beautiful future for himself, was the 'incarnation' that the gods would choose.

Even now, when everyone understands what 'Kyle' is all about, the people in Montes Castle and the city outside still mostly feel sympathy when they mention this Third Young Master.

Even evil gods will choose good people to use.

As for Lowry, he was just a firecracker.

Even if a god took a fancy to him, they probably wouldn't be able to act out his kind of personality.

Then, he was just born with a special bloodline.

Of course, Lady Yagris also used the method taught by that friend from Scroll Mountain to carefully verify whether there were any shadows or overlaps in her child's soul.

In the end, she came to such a pleasant conclusion.

Of course, she really didn't expect Lowry to become a mage... who would dare to think that?

Lowry's handwriting was so bad that her Gale Wolf could draw better with its claws!

She actually thought that Lowry might awaken a special knight bloodline.

Although no one had ever talked about the role of bloodlines, and some of the requirements for advancing to Knight or Great Knight had never been lowered because of any bloodline, even Dragonkin.

However, in fact, the nobles themselves understood that the greatest benefit they obtained from their bloodlines was the knight's special expertise.

Yagris, for example, comprehended agility-based expertise faster than other Great Knights of the same level.

Moreover, there was almost no problem of not being able to comprehend anything.

The biggest difficulty for nobles was whether their physique met the requirements of a knight, but as long as they met the standard, they could at least reach a proper level 10.

Otherwise, Fabrice, this fake level 10, wouldn't be looked down upon so much.

If it were an ordinary knight, even those small nobles, a fake level 10 would be their lifelong pursuit.

But, a proper level 10 can beat ten fake level 10s!

Moreover, most importantly, when a fake level 10 leads a charge, it is difficult to motivate the others in the knight formation... of course, a nine-person team is no problem.

But that's all it can do.

That is to say, although they are level 10, they can only be side wings for others, and cannot even be a squadron leader.

The army naturally doesn't care about this. What does it matter whether you are a side wing or not?

It's not like you can't get military merit and salary.

But in the noble system, this is a big difference.

Among the nobles, you can have differences from others, but that has to be because you are stronger than others.

Even if you are strange, you have to have enough strength to support this strangeness.

But if your difference is weakness, then...

Lady Yagris could actually occasionally understand why Earl Montes was so worried about those two sons, and desperately tried to find ways to help them... although those aids eventually became daggers aimed at them.

However, perhaps because she came from the army, she completely disagreed with Earl Montes's idea that since his children were not strong enough, he had to find someone else to protect them.

If, after confirming that Alex didn't have that strength, he had tried to let Alex take Fabrice's path, many things would not have happened.

Although this sounds harsh, even evil cults have to pick their people.

Unfortunately, Earl Montes couldn't accept that outcome... however, the consequences had already been brewing since he abandoned the tradition of border lord marriages for many years and married a noble from the inland.

But at that time, the only ones plotting against him were the Storm Church.

If he could have cut off his wrist in time to save his life, there would have been a glimmer of hope, but he stubbornly persisted to the end.

As a result, he brought in even more unscrupulous evil cults.

Standing on the balcony on the second floor, Lady Yagris suddenly covered her mouth and laughed.

She, it seems, has really completely walked out of those pasts.

If it were the former her, she would never have been able to consider the problem from such an outsider's perspective.

Or rather, when she was willing to reach out to help Fabrice, she had completely gotten rid of those shadows from the past.

What entangled her in the past was not her feelings for Earl Montes, but that little bit of aristocratic woman's affectation: I am willing to bear children for you, why are you treating me badly?

Why do you look down on the children I gave birth to?

In fact, when she realized that Montes's death was not as much of a blow to her as Pat's departure, she should have understood.

It's just that inertia kept her trapped in place.

Fortunately, she still figured it out.

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Although she took so many detours, at least, the her who returned to her son's side is just a true mother.

Leaning on the balcony, Yagris Gezar had a relaxed smile on her face.

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Fabrice knew that he really almost died.

The side effects of this potion are not only that the heart will stop beating for a period of time when the blood flows, and then the person who gathers all his will into the depths of his soul will use his tireless will to reawaken his heart.

Finally, it will exchange for a body that returns to its original state, and will stimulate the strongest power in the bloodline.

This potion actually has a very beautiful name, called 'Dream of Innocence'.

Fabrice now understood the truly terrifying part of this name... when your soul is on the verge of annihilation, what tests your will is not only firmness and perseverance, but also endless beautiful dreams and nightmares.

In fact, Fabrice was not afraid of beautiful dreams.

Although it did make him waver a little, his strong will made it clear that those beautiful things had been completely shattered by others.

He even aroused a stronger fighting spirit because of this.

But, nightmares... did almost scare his soul.

At the beginning, the deaths of his parents and brothers, although made him full of hatred, did make him suffer from fright.

He had a little fear of the Lord of the High Tower in his heart.

So, his nightmare can be imagined... accompanied by the overwhelming ice storm, the huge shadow hanging on Kyle was outside this small building, rushing towards him.

The only thing to be thankful for was that Fabrice had firmly believed since he was a child that Lady Yagris was the strongest and most terrifying existence in the castle.

After all, he really had seen more than once with his own eyes how his mighty and domineering grandfather was beaten black and blue, and had to wear a smiling face.

Even after growing up, he understood that what really made Earl Montes have to lick his face and get beaten was his lack of reason.

But Fabrice knew even more clearly: If Lady Yagris's strength was not so strong, the lack of reason would have become justified.

So, at the most wavering time, Fabrice firmly believed that Lady Yagris would be able to block the enemies outside until he completely woke up.

Then, he really woke up.

Fabrice slowly sat up in the huge bathtub, raised his right hand and made a fist... even though his body was still a little weak, the feeling of power was something he had never had before.

He turned around and pressed down the red crystal stone above the side of the bathtub.

Warm water flowed out of the mouths of the four metal fish with different shapes at the four corners of the bathtub.

Fabrice took out a towel from his ring and wiped the dark bloodstains on his body little by little, not caring about the slowly reddening water surface.

He, survived.

The water in the bathtub was changed three times before Fabrice completely cleaned himself up.

Finding a bathrobe and putting it on, Fabrice, who walked into the room, threw a thick carpet on a slightly flatter piece of ground, and then took out a row of potions and drank them all without hesitation.

Feeling that his body had returned to its best state and started to heat up slightly, Fabrice took out his long sword and shield and started his daily basic knight training.

However, what almost made him sprain his foot was that he advanced smoothly before he had finished one round.

Fabrice, for the first time, understood the horror of talent.

That barrier that had troubled him for so many years was not even as hard as a piece of paper at this moment when he stimulated the stronger power of his bloodline!

For a time, Fabrice didn't know whether he should be happy or not. He could only put the sword and shield aside and frantically gnaw on the meat in his ring.

He, now, is hungry enough to gnaw off a cow!