Dear Broom Knight

Although Count Montes was not without some resentment towards Yagris for not caring about anything.

But he still had reason. He knew very well that Yagris had no obligation to bring the Alex couple, who had never been very respectful to her.

Moreover, he himself was also at fault. He shouldn't have assumed that Natalie could do what Yagris could do.

Although she was cultivated with the goal of becoming a princess, she had never actually been in combat. How could she compare to a battle-hardened great knight?

Perhaps only pride could compare to Yagris.

But… Count Montes sighed deeply. Twelve years had passed. If she had put her heart into it and observed Yagris's methods more, Natalie wouldn't have made so many mistakes.

Perhaps he had not fallen in love with Yagris because of too many external influences.

No, in fact, Yagris had not given him a chance to move towards each other.

Their original agreement had determined the unbridgeable gap between them from the very beginning.

Count Montes actually knew that he himself was most at fault.

When he treated Yagris, who was entering a new marriage with a defensive attitude and not without some expectation, he naturally only made the sensitive and decisive female knight resolutely and calmly choose to completely eradicate the softness in her heart.

But what could he do?

Sometimes, meeting at the wrong time inevitably leads to a bad ending.

Being able to gradually move towards each other's direction without turning against each other, as they were now, was already the best outcome for this couple.

In the end, he still loved his children, whom he had carefully cherished for many years, even though they brought him so much disappointment.

Even though, in everyone's eyes, Alex and Masood couldn't even touch Lowry's coattails.

But, how can people's hearts be explained so clearly as a matter of course?

Count Montes quietly straightened his clothes, abandoned the luxurious aristocratic attire, and put on an expensive silk shirt and ice silk trousers… Although it was a bit of a waste, only in this way could he put on his armor as quickly as possible.

Touching the gemstone ring on his hand and carrying a delicate cane, Count Montes slowly walked towards the stairs leading to the lower hall.

Standing at the corner, he looked up thoughtfully.

Silence.

Although everything that happened in this castle was because of him, Alex himself was just a silent young man who looked seven parts similar to the Count.

Of course, he really didn't need to say much.

Someone was always willing to speak for him.

Therefore, Alex was also innocent, silently receiving love from his father and wife.

Even the arrogant Natalie sometimes didn't know what her husband was thinking.

But as long as those affectionate blue eyes quietly stared at her, Natalie was willing to give everything for him.

In fact, Alex and the Count looked almost exactly the same, except that the color of his eyes inherited the deep blue of his mother's family.

On the other hand, the second son, Masood, resembled his handsome and weak uncle in everything except the color of his eyes.

As for the third son, Lowry, there was really no trace of Count Montes on his face. It was said that besides the five parts that resembled Yagris, the remaining five parts resembled his grandmother.

Especially those big purple eyes.

It is said that only the family of Count Montes's mother in the entire Northern Kingdom possessed this color of eyes.

However, the biggest problem with that family was that they had few offspring, so their strength was really limited. It was no problem to help each other with the original Montes family, but it was impossible to really help with great strength.

Otherwise, Count Montes, who was a little stretched due to the expansion of the territory, would not have repeatedly married into large inland families, to the point of reaching today's awkward situation.

After all, although nobles will not really cooperate because of in-law relationships, it is difficult to cooperate without them.

“Father.” Alex respectfully saluted, his language still so scarce.

“Father~ You're here~” Natalie quickly put on a smile, blocking Masood, who was standing on the other side and preparing to say something, “Everyone is waiting for you~

Even Baron Bardi and Baron Dugan have come from afar~

By the way~ Didn't Father say last time that he didn't know how Lowry was doing recently?

It just so happens that Baron Dugan is also here, you can ask him!

Presumably, as a neighbor, Baron Dugan must be very concerned about Lowry~”

She spoke in a warm and sincere tone, but the content of what she said was all indirectly trying to trap Masood.

If Baron Dugan didn't say a word well, it was because of his relationship with Masood that he was dissatisfied with Lowry and full of hostility towards this third young master of the Count's Mansion.

But if he said it too well… as the in-law of the second young master, why should he pay so much attention to Lowry, a former competitor?

Count Montes took a deep breath, waved his hand and said impatiently: “Lowry sent someone back a few days ago. He is doing very well. It would be even better if you cared less about him.

If you really want to know what Lowry is doing recently, Natalie, I believe Lowry would definitely not mind coming back and chatting with you.

It just so happens that he is not yet an adult and does not need to avoid suspicion.”

The ivory fan in Natalie's hand made two 'crack' sounds. She smiled awkwardly and quickly threw it back into the small bag around her waist. Soon, she took out a golden and brilliant mother-of-pearl lace fan, opened it, and simply held it tightly with both hands.

Seeing Natalie directly begging for mercy, Count Montes did not continue to speak… Of course, it was more likely that he saw a pair of blue eyes looking at him pitifully.

Natalie, who was randomly attacked, lost her interest, and Count Montes directly stepped towards the center of the hall, ignoring Masood, who wanted to say something but stopped.

The second young master Montes looked angrily at his brother and sister-in-law.

Natalie held the delicate small fan to her face, only revealing a pair of affectionate eyes looking at Alex.

Alex shook his head helplessly and pointed his finger at her forehead: “Nonsense!”

However, accustomed to silence, his tone has never had any ups and downs, and it does not sound like a reproach at all.

Therefore, neither Natalie, who was pointed at, nor Masood, who was standing behind them angrily, were affected in any way.

Alex frowned and could only change the subject: “Where are the children?”

A noble lady's fan has always been her spokesperson. Natalie holding the opened fan tightly with both hands means please forgive me.

The second action, the fan covering the face, only revealing the eyes — “Be careful, someone is spying on us.”