Dear Broom Knight

The young Baron, much talked about by scholars with a penchant for research, was currently tinkering away in his laboratory.

As a low-level mage who would completely run out of mana after casting twenty consecutive Fireballs, Lowry was filled with a sense of crisis.

There was a reason why Knights, who advanced relatively easily, could dominate this world where the Seventh Ring was the peak.

Mages, who relied solely on spells and spell models, found it difficult to escape unscathed from a siege by numerous Knights, even with their talent for rapid spellcasting.

The legendary tales of mages waving their sleeves and felling entire ranks of physical combatants of the same level were simply impossible.

In the end, the mage would always be the first to lose combat ability.

If it weren't for the Fireball Wand his teacher had given him, Lowry wouldn't even be able to withstand a low-level Knight order with his own meager mana… they even had mobile battle formations!

Therefore, Lowry's greatest desire right now was to prepare himself with sufficient support… The Fireball Wand had already been exposed, so he needed to prepare other means of quick attack.

However, he was also clear that hidden weapon techniques like the 'Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle' were completely useless, even if they were poisoned.

Agris, at level 12, had a physique so strong that she was practically immune to all poisons, while even Count Montes at level 10 would only be half-poisoned at most.

It wasn't the low-level knights he needed to guard against; after all, he had a small knight order he could use.

Lowry's current lamentations were indeed inseparable from this sentiment.

Looking up at the intact knight's armor placed on the armor stand, then looking down at the magical residue scattered all over the floor, Lowry sighed deeply… The things he had created couldn't even break through standard armor defenses.

"Baron," Cheska, who had been staring at the nearly one-to-one scale model of the mountain range on the corner cabinet, said softly, "They have reached the valley area."

Lowry stood up and glanced at the small valley on the model, which was beginning to flash red: "Your sister is indeed very capable."

Cheska smiled proudly: "That's right."

Lowry pointed at the model: "If the Tiger's Blade can handle everything, then your sister can move into the mountains as she wishes."

Cheska nodded eagerly: "Yes!"

Then, in a tone that was both smiling and not smiling, she said: "My mother will definitely be very happy. She always felt that if my sister wanted to marry well, it would require a lot of effort on her part.

But the manor can't be left to a daughter, and our future sister-in-law wouldn't accept an old, unmarried sister… Hehe~ If my sister lives alone in the mountains, she won't have to find a good son-in-law who isn't old and doesn't require a large dowry!"

Lowry couldn't say anything. He had already gone a bit too far in helping the two sisters in this regard… After all, it was someone else's family matter.

Cheska's parents were indeed being a bit excessive, but what could he say? It was normal to find it disagreeable, but according to the broken rules of this world, they weren't being too harsh on their daughter.

They must have paid a great price to rise from their past status to their current position.

Moreover, when they realized that they couldn't hope for any further progress, it was normal to place the family's future on their children.

Therefore, when they confirmed that Taylor had a good future, they began to consider their own retirement… And Cheska's elder sister was the least talented in their family, and had never had any good reputation.

It was impossible for her to be sought after by a formal knight… Not to mention that Cheska's parents had clearly stated that there would be no dowry.

In choosing a husband, Cheska's elder sister could only either look downwards and live the life of a poor person, or marry a man of the same class but much older.

For knights, 30 or 40 years old was their prime, so, as you can imagine, the 'old' they were talking about was basically around 60 years old.

Only such old knights would not consider talent or dowry, but would instead pay a large amount of betrothal money to marry a young, beautiful, well-bred wife with a background.

In other words, Cheska's parents were actually planning to sell their daughter for wealth, but they still wanted to save face, so they gave Cheska's sister a choice that was close to none.

With Lowry's usually indifferent nature, he would definitely not interfere in such a matter.

If a little effort, or even just a few painless words, could save a life, then Lowry might do it.

But to make him put in so much effort, not only providing expensive materials but also teaching an ordinary person to carve a magic array on a mountain for several years… Lowry himself didn't know if he was crazy at the time because he had just started learning magic arrays and had plenty of money in hand.

Even if he was helping because of Cheska's request, it would still damage Lowry's reputation if this matter got out.

Helping a non-professional woman escape the 'protection' of her family was definitely not something a gentleman should do.

After all, once something happened to that lady afterwards, or she herself regretted it, the gentleman who helped her might get burned.

Although Cheska's sister had said things very decisively and her attitude was really firm enough, but… time, would change everything.

However, what was done was done, and Lowry didn't really regret it.

That sister, who didn't have very good talent but was full of perseverance, relying on the intelligence of an ordinary person to carve that chaotic and complex magic array exactly the same, did indeed remind Lowry of some helpless past.

Isn't it said that an unfortunate childhood needs a lifetime to make up for?

It's okay for him to be impulsive occasionally.

Moreover, doing good deeds will also be rewarded.

Lowry did give the Tiger's Blade a proper mission to stay in the Montes territory for a long time.

But this mission could almost be said to be under Lowry's nose all the time.

How should I put it… Three years ago, how much skill could Lowry, who had just started learning magic arrays, have?

Even if he was praised by his teacher as a rare talent for thousands of years because he had steady hands and sharp eyes, and could quickly understand even the most complex patterns, he couldn't possibly design a very perfect large-scale interlocking magic array.

As you can imagine, the reason why the magic array that Cheska's sister was learning was large was simply because of the excessive superposition of individual runes, resulting in a bloated structure.