Dear Broom Knight

She was a princess of the North, not an uncultured shrew.

Rosalind still had her own pride.

Even if she schemed daily about how to trick people, and her methods weren't exactly aboveboard, she absolutely couldn't let people think she was low-class.

If she was going to be bad, she had to be bad with a certain level of sophistication.

Rosalind looked down on Daisy's shrewish tactics, which she'd probably learned from some backwater village.

But Rosalind also understood that for Daisy to only think of such base humiliation, Valera herself must be incredibly perfect.

Daisy still had some sense, and didn't attack Valera's talent.

No one would be foolish enough to attack a high-level swordsman's talent.

Those who could overcome the flaws of their talent with their own will, their will was their strongest talent.

Rosalind would choose Milian as her object of admiration from Leon's stories, naturally because, to some extent, swordsmen were most favored by noble ladies.

Bards and the like were only suitable for affairs.

But if there really was a lover who could transcend class boundaries, noble ladies would only choose swordsmen.

Swordsmen would never deceive their own hearts.

They loved when they loved, and didn't love when they didn't love.

Moreover, their will was so firm that they would never resent the woman who caused it all because of life's disharmony.

Even if they were love-struck, noble ladies knew what kind of men they could love and what kind of men they could only play love games with.

Knights… weren't knights just a choice of equal social standing?

Moreover, swordsmen, due to the excessive tempering of their muscles and bones, usually had refined appearances, and their features were generally very proper, unlike knights, who were sometimes affected in their appearance by their bloodline.

No matter how beautiful a crude and burly fellow was, he would only make people feel horrified.

After all, such people usually had very thick necks.

Rosalind could be considered well-traveled, and even she felt chills when encountering such handsome men.

Only swordsmen had very high upper limits and very high lower limits.

So, if there was a love story about falling in love with a low-level knight and being willing to give up everything for him, basically no one would believe it.

But if it was a swordsman, and a high-level one at that, it would be very convincing.

Male swordsmen were so attractive, so who would dare to talk about a female swordsman's talent?

Even in the Royal Palace of the North, such people were the focus of attention.

Rosalind was already very confident in her methods, so she dared to use someone like Valera, who was flawless in terms of strength, beauty, methods, and ability, as a stepping stone.

Appearance meant that Valera cared.

Alex wasn't stupid, he couldn't possibly not realize this.

Although it might make some fantasies reappear in his heart… so what?

Valera couldn't possibly become his wife.

If she didn't care, Alex would always respect her in his heart, but as long as she revealed a little intention of competing with Rosalind, then Rosalind would have countless ways to make Alex realize that Valera wasn't worth it.

No king wanted to discover that he was being used, especially when others could also see it.

Rosalind knew more about how to manipulate men's psychology than any other woman in this world… she had learned a lot of knowledge that no one else but her understood.

But the current result was the worst.

Rosalind felt a sense of anxiety in her heart: clearly, in the past two days, she could still feel the hostility and opposition coming from Green Maple Valley targeting her, confirming that the other party would definitely do something to her.

Why did they suddenly start advancing, looking like they were guarding against everyone as if they were enemies?

It was as if they were about to invade!

Rosalind suddenly raised her head: "Green Maple Territory really doesn't welcome us!

I'm just a girl with a little thought, hoping to compete with this Miss Valera, why bother, making it seem like we're going to…

No matter how ignorant I am, I can't possibly lead an army to attack a proper baron's territory as a princess, right?

Besides, even if I wanted to, Commander Jonathan wouldn't agree!

I really don't know… what they're thinking…"

She shook her head helplessly: "Forget it, let's go back! We'll set off tomorrow and head inland first."

Jonathan was stunned for a moment before directly refusing: "His Majesty the King has not revoked your status, Princess Rosalind.

Unless there is a formal decree, the marriage delegation cannot leave the Northern Border region. Allowing you to detour from Hamilton to Gezar was already a reluctant compromise.

Please don't make things difficult for me, Your Highness."

Rosalind sighed plaintively: "Forget it… what can I say?

I have no face to go back to Hamilton.

Then, are we only left with Montes?"

"Count Montes only received your transit note, and he may not accept your long stay." Jonathan thought for a moment, still feeling a little embarrassed, "The current Count Montes received a great favor from Lady Yagris, and the safety of the territory now relies on the personnel left behind by Lady Yagris… Some things cannot be forced even if His Majesty the King himself comes."

Rosalind smiled: "I know.

Commander Jonathan, I'm just a little impulsive, and, I've fallen in love, but I'm not ignorant of everything.

Lady Yagris takes care of Count Montes because of my father's will, so no one can blame Fabrice Montes for not wanting to entertain me because of Green Maple Territory.

However, I don't plan to stay in Montes Territory for too long.

If my father still wants to renegotiate this marriage with the Icefield, then before the next delegation arrives, I'm willing to wait on the border line.

I remember there are several independent baronies there."

"Those are… military nobles' territories, and the environment is probably not very good." Jonathan said hesitantly, "It's really not suitable for a princess to live in."

"Then we'll go back to Hamilton!" Daisy actively spoke, "Your Highness, you haven't seen the living environment of those low-level nobles.

Especially the military nobles here in the North, they live very rough lives.

My father, who wholeheartedly wanted me to marry a good man, looked down on it and was so frightened that he sent me back to the capital!

You can't just think that other places are okay just because the Earl of Hamilton's territory is good.

Really, it's not okay!"

She said mysteriously: "Spring is coming, and many little things are about to appear.

Without magic circles and potions to drive them away… Your Highness, you'll scream even if you just turn over in bed."

Jonathan's eyes widened slightly.

He really didn't expect to be able to persuade Rosalind not to be impulsive from this direction.

Of course, their delegation's residential area had always been sprayed with some kind of insect repellent, otherwise even the most perfect tents couldn't withstand those ubiquitous little things.

But if the local situation was serious and rampant everywhere, magic potions wouldn't always work.

The less clean a place was, the more serious this problem was.

However, as someone who had been on the battlefield, Jonathan really didn't pay much attention to this issue.

After Rosalind reacted, she immediately frowned.

But her most important issue now was to prevent that King Alex, who might already be on his way here, from directly facing this Green Maple Valley that radiated colorful light.

She didn't want him to see that Valera alone was comparable to an army.

Rosalind knew very well that if it was someone like her father, he would definitely take the opportunity to cancel the wedding directly, without considering the relationship between the two countries.

The tricks and manipulations she had thought of were useless sparks in the face of absolute strength.

Even a brief flash was their brilliance.

And the only result.

This was a magical plant that could directly become a royal palace, a royal city!

The Icefield Royal Family's biggest concern about safety could be solved by this banyan tree for the most part.

Although this banyan tree had completely taken root, the banyan tree's greatest ability was that the aerial roots were actually just accessories that could be abandoned by sacrificing a certain amount of magic power, right?

Rosalind didn't think Alex wouldn't think of these things.

And, wasn't the reason why Valera so firmly rejected this king because she couldn't be a queen?

A proper girl, who was also so capable, no one could say she didn't know what was good for her if she didn't want to be someone else's mistress.

But if she was to be married as a queen, Rosalind didn't think Valera could refuse.

Maybe she wouldn't necessarily fall in love with Alex, but… who could refuse the crown of a queen?

Men were not as meaningful as that crown.

Rosalind had made so many arrangements, but it wasn't to give Alex an opportunity to openly turn against the Icefield Royal Family!

In that case, she really wouldn't be able to marry out or go home.

Rosalind said fiercely: "No matter what, let's leave here first!

I don't want to be guarded against like a thief either.

Montes Territory, I remember I can stay for at least a month, right?

Then let's go there first and wait for my father's decree.

We'll talk about the rest later."

Jonathan was a little confused. This didn't match the information and orders he had received at all.

He turned his head to look at the overly colorful outer wall of Green Maple Territory, and finally lowered his head and agreed: "According to your will, Princess Rosalind."

—

Taylor lazily leaned on the recliner by the window, watching the colorful night outside the crystal window.

And the brightly lit camp outside the valley in the night.

Charles had gone out to arrange the trivial matters in Green Maple Valley, leaving only him idle.

Valera's aura had also stabilized, so he didn't need to worry… Hmm?

"Sis~ Sis~ Valera Sis~ Come out quickly!" He stood up with a whoosh, "That little princess's camp has set off overnight!

Weren't you still going to…"