Dear Broom Knight

It wasn't until Cheska had finished everything that she finally understood Lorry's purpose in doing so.

If the Earth Church didn't clearly state their purpose, then the Dark Night and Frost, Frost and Storm, who were already poised for war in the Icefield Kingdom… Yes, although they were all fighting against the Lord of Frost, Dark Night and Storm were like kings who wouldn't meet, and no one paid attention to anyone… They would inevitably be dissatisfied with those who were hiding behind the scenes and causing trouble.

Especially Dark Night, who might directly retaliate against the Earth Church.

After all, the people in charge in the Icefield Kingdom were two Dark Moons who were very accustomed to being unreasonable and acting recklessly.

As for Storm… the Lord of Storm, blocking the entrance to Vargas, might have a reason not to restrain himself.

Compared to the Icefield Kingdom, Vargas, which completely belonged to the Earth Church's faction, was even less likely to be abandoned.

To put it bluntly, even in a theocratic country like Vargas, the royal family still had a certain degree of autonomy.

As long as they didn't declare that they were abandoning their faith in the Lord of Earth, causing some trouble for the Earth Church wouldn't be a big deal.

Wasn't that how the Northern Kingdom treated the Storm Church!

What the White Dragon King could do, other kings, although not as easily, weren't absolutely unable to do.

It was really hard to say whether the Earth Church could grit their teeth and bear it.

Mainly, other factions probably wouldn't be willing to help take the blame.

But if the Earth Church chose to make things clear in order to avoid causing dissatisfaction from the two major churches…

Then it would be interesting.

A righteous god's church, just to take a fancy to a Storm believer who might be liked by the Earth God, stretched their hands so far… Where's their face?

What did they want to do?

Was this just harming the interests of Lorry, the mage lord?

As a loyal believer of Madam Yagris, Valeria belonged to the Storm faction from the day she was born.

Even Lorry wouldn't react to the appearance of Storm's mark in his territory. The people in his family were much more devout than the habitual belief in the Lord of Storm in the North.

He had never stopped his people from admiring and worshiping Storm… The absence of a church didn't affect the truly devout from enshrining small statues of the Lord of Storm in their homes.

He had never denied the faith itself. Even the Lord of Storm wouldn't think that Lorry's aversion to and rejection of the Storm Church was disrespectful to him.

So, daring to directly dig at the Lord of Storm's foundation, then, who did the Earth Church really look down on?

Although the disgusting nature of this matter wasn't enough to support the Lord of Storm rushing into Vargas, it was no problem to let that one block the door for another ten and a half days.

Moreover, the most important thing was that the Earth Church would inevitably have to give up their coveting of Valeria, and also had to make their words sound nice.

For example, they just wanted to test her, but a certain bishop took it upon himself and did something out of line… Yes, in the end, they would inevitably have to sacrifice that bishop's reputation and let him bear all the responsibility.

It had always been the case throughout history, and Cheska didn't need to think about it much.

It's just that the consequences of doing so would be that Lorry's relationship with the Earth Church would inevitably directly slide into indifference.

The Earth Church didn't think that Lorry would directly overturn the table, which stemmed from their little bit of indispensable ability as a lord!

No one could guarantee that their territory would have good weather and abundant harvests every year. When there was a lack of food and clothing, the best solution was to find the Earth Church.

However, their Baroness wasn't afraid of this, so it wasn't a problem.

Lorry had always had a hoarding habit, buying everything by the cartload… the kind of cart that could hold dimensional bags.

Cheska believed that if the Baron was willing to be decisive, those growth potions, and even grain and cloth, would probably be enough for the entire territory to use for two hundred years.

As for other things… Baron Lorry was least afraid of making enemies.

Since he was a child, he had been a model of reckless behavior.

If the Earth Church thought they could make Lorry swallow this anger, they were really daydreaming.

Another trouble was that even if Valeria regretted it in the future, the Earth Church would never accept her again.

Standing in the knight's hut in the city wall area, Cheska looked back at the castle… So, Lorry repeatedly confirmed Valeria's thoughts.

Their Baron was really very, very good.

What lord, when they had already thought of a solution, and even prepared to go head-to-head, would still consider the future and feelings of their subordinates first!

Cheska turned her head back, her expression very firm… Although such a Baron made people feel warm, they shouldn't have created such a difficult problem for the Baron in the first place!

She had to work harder.

Cheska was very clear that if such a thing happened to her, the consequences would be terrible.

Even if it was normally impossible… But, in theory, the Earth Church shouldn't have targeted such a powerful lord as Baron Lorry just because they liked someone's talent!

To put it bluntly, these strong people from the church must have not taken mortals seriously at all, which was why they were so unscrupulous.

Then what was so special about her?

If anyone thought that even Baron Lorry couldn't see through his tricks, then what scruples would he have about attacking Cheska?

Having arranged everything, Cheska flipped out her small notebook, confirmed her schedule, and then walked towards the Frozen Lake without hesitation.

She could already walk normally in the castle, so… she might as well strengthen her ability to withstand pressure! — —

"Lorry."

Luscania gently knocked on the open window.

"Luscania?"

Lorry raised his head from the easel, looking at his friend in surprise, "Is something wrong?"

"What are you painting? It looks very beautiful."

Luscania tilted her head and asked back.

"Spring returns to the earth."

Lorry answered simply.

"Hmm?"

Luscania looked again, "Why do I think your spring is quite, um, lively? No, it should be said, restless… Yes, it's restless."

"You have quite the artistic taste, Luscania."

Lorry was really surprised this time, "Why didn't I see that before?"

"Dragons also have to learn art…"

Luscania didn't refute, she just sighed meaningfully, "No, don't go exploring those things, Lorry.

Dragons' attitude towards art… um, is very peculiar.

Some really have an eye for it, they collect these things without thinking too much, just to make themselves happy to look at.

But some, although they don't have an eye for it, think they do, and deeply feel that some of the artworks they collect will definitely appreciate in value in the future.

Waking up from a nap, their warehouse full of paintings and sculptures would directly increase in price by hundreds of times, which is the dragon life dream of many such dragons.

Even if they always, ah ~ are left with only ruins, they never think that this is because their vision is not good.

Instead, it's that those humans, elves ~ don't understand what art is at all.

So, as long as you want to explore the artistic career of dragons… you can receive countless strange memories.

Trying to find something useful from them that won't lead you to the ends of the earth is not an easy task.

Someone like you with your own artistic attitude would go crazy as soon as you entered.

You'd probably be even crazier when you came out.

This is more painful for dragons than learning dragon language magic to the point of mental breakdown!"

Luscania warned Lorry very seriously: "Wait until you feel that life is too boring one day and want to find some excitement before messing with that stuff.

But, you don't need to bother!

What is art, isn't it just whatever you want!"

That's why he liked Luscania so much~

What an interesting and thoughtful lady.

Lorry showed his friend a smile that made people feel warm just by looking at it.

However, Luscania didn't feel anything about it.

She liked Lorry's aura, but even if Lorry dressed up cutely and beautifully, she wouldn't think Lorry was good-looking anywhere.

A slender and strong body, bright and smooth scales, sharp and pointed horns, were the type she liked.

She just said bluntly: "Cheska suddenly ran to the Frozen Lake to train.

Tsk, shivering from the cold, and still resisting the pressure of me and Boranios… I think she's looking for death.

But, if she dies, I guess you'll be unhappy."

Lorry suddenly stood up.

However, after thinking for a few seconds, he sat down again: "Luscania, raise my underwater palace!

If she can't hold on, throw her in."

That small crystal palace, as Lorry's former escape choice, naturally had many treatment facilities.

Frostbite, the most common injury in the North, was naturally also within the scope of treatment.

Lorry knew very well why Cheska had suddenly gone crazy.

In this situation, he'd better not interfere too much.

Whether Cheska could break through the shackles, establish her own knight's core, or even create her own special expertise, or… fail, was Cheska's choice.

Most importantly, Lorry couldn't actively help her unload this anger.

"A knight… always has to feel this kind of emotion."

The frustration of being unable to win, the resentment of only being able to be protected by others, the pain of helplessness… The things that the battlefield could teach a knight, Cheska found it difficult to experience in Lorry's territory.

Lorry was a little worried about it.

He couldn't just force himself to suffer, could he?

Especially since this wasn't suffering for himself.

However, Cheska herself felt this bitterness, and wanted to overcome it.

Then he shouldn't stop her in any way.

"So, something happened that Cheska, who you protect so well, would have this impulse."

Luscania asked seriously, "My friend, are you hurt?"

"Me? Didn't you see?"

Lorry stood up again, letting Luscania see.

"I'm not talking about your body."

Luscania ignored his little joke, "What about your heart? Is it hurt?"