Dear Broom Knight

Lori dismissed the Rainwater Goddess's overconfidence, but was curious about the reason for her confidence.

She estimated that it would be difficult to completely seize the power of ice, and the fact that there was an old saying of Cold Rain allowed her to take even one-tenth of it.

This was thanks to that high tower staff member.

The fellow's final fate was actually understandable. Even without the meddling of the Night Goddess, he probably would have had to apologize to the world with his own death... 'Oh, you know everything~ You just had to say that rainwater and ice and snow are actually water.'

Did the gods not know that?

Rainwater knew it too, but why didn't she dare to add ice and snow to her divine duties?

The concept of divine duties in the fantasy world has never been simple physical knowledge. Since she failed to obtain that part of the law when she was born into this world, if she wanted to obtain it again, she would need a long time to slowly infect it with her own aura.

A 'weak' and 'unambitious' goddess who could only place her hopes on the protection of the Night Goddess, how could she openly do this?

She understood in her heart and found many ways to grab all the concepts related to water into her own hands.

However, a bastard thing suddenly appeared, pulling her inexplicably into the broad daylight!

The expansion of divine duties that the Lord of the Earth could easily accept was almost no different from poison for her, whose divine power level was so low.

As the concepts of the law rushed in, she trembled, and it was difficult for her to even protect the existence of 'herself'.

In the end, she could only hope that the believers on the earth would simultaneously offer prayers to stabilize her persona and divine soul, and then she completely exposed her hidden hand on the earth.

The Night Goddess gave up her complete protection of her and began to make calculations, probably because she saw her meticulous mind and resolute methods.

It was not easy to stabilize a little, but the world changed drastically again, and the Rainwater Goddess had to choose between herself and giving up a large number of nominal believers... That time, in order to save her life, she did not have time to screen her believers. After all, at the beginning, she wanted to engage in secret activities, and what she needed was 'decisive killing', the kind of believers who dared to do anything.

Such believers were the best consumables. As long as they were used well, they could be burned out before affecting the image of the gods themselves, becoming the firewood for her to become stronger.

The Rainwater Goddess originally thought of slowly solving it later, but unfortunately, fate did not give her this opportunity.

She stepped on all the bottom lines given by the will of the world. Although she did not fall on the spot because the matter was not so big, she also faced a life crisis.

In the end, she could only use the method of calculating the White Dragon King to give herself a chance to be reborn.

Could the Rainwater Goddess not hate the High Tower and his little followers?

She could have done it slowly according to her own steps.

However, Lori could not sympathize with her.

She did it all herself, and from the beginning, she didn't trust anyone, and she was caught off guard because of her little thoughts.

The most important thing is that if she had sworn to heaven and earth that she would always be the Rainwater Goddess when she encountered that sudden event, then she would not have to worry about the soaring divine power and faith.

It is not wrong to want to get these, but it is a bit meaningless to want both.

The Night Goddess can't just pull her up for her desires after discovering that her little friend is not really so weak, so innocent, and so desireless, right?

It's good enough to continue to treat her as a friend who can still associate with, despite ignoring the past deceptions.

Lori didn't think there was a problem with the Night Goddess's attitude towards the Rainwater Goddess afterward... It's good enough for the friendship between gods to have some calculations in their friendship.

Few people who claim to cherish feelings can make friends without any requirements.

Those who seem to have no material needs must demand more emotionally.

What the Night Goddess wanted at the beginning was feelings. Although there were a few more requirements, there were indeed no other problems.

As a result, she found that she had given it to the wrong person, and then quickly switched to being concerned about interests. This goddess is really knowledgeable and the speed of emotional switching is really fast enough.

If it were someone else, they would have slapped her a few times first.

As a result, the Rainwater Goddess felt that the Night Goddess was sorry for her... Well... If the Lord of Storms didn't say how annoying the Night Goddess's tests for her favored existence were, Lori would have felt that the Night Goddess was the unlucky one.

But those pasts have nothing to do with them outsiders, what Lori wants to know now is, with only the dilapidated Rainwater divine duty left, and the Night Goddess staring at her, where does she get the confidence to think that she can definitely return to her divine position, and even start paving the way for a 'beautiful' future?

But obviously, even in the eyes of the Lord of Storms, the Rainwater Goddess has this possibility to return to her old position.

Otherwise, he would not have directly escaped.

In the eyes of these gods, even if they are enemies, as long as the other party is still a god, there will not be no chance of cooperation at all.

After returning to the small manor where she was temporarily staying, she immediately cleaned up, bathed, changed into long clothes, draped her long hair, knelt in front of the small idol she carried with her, and prayed frantically while holding her Storm Ring.

Serestia finally breathed a sigh of relief after sensing that her information had been 'uploaded' to where it should go.

Then, an endless rage suddenly rose, and she uttered a vicious voice word by word: "Watson!"

She knew very well that since the other party dared to say such words in front of her, he must have mentioned it to High Priest Schroeder long ago.

No matter who Watson wants to plot against, whether the existence behind him wants to deal with the Lord of Storms, when Watson said this sentence, he put Serestia and High Priest Schroeder in a position of irreconcilable conflict.

The Macmillan family and the Schroeder family are indeed enemies for generations.

But there are also differences between enemies and enemies.

They can only be regarded as mortal enemies, never hoping that the other party will be good. If their own actions can make the other party unlucky, that would be even better.

Serestia also knew that what happened to her back then would never be that the Schroeder family took the initiative to do anything to her.

But after discovering that there was an outstanding descendant of the Macmillan family in her family, the Schroeder family did not intend to let her go.

Of course, this bit of greed also ruined them miserably.

Even if High Priest Schroeder can regain the position of High Priest after this adventure, the power in his hands will inevitably be greatly reduced.

The power he gave up for twenty years is in the hands of the Macmillan family. This Deputy High Priest has even cultivated in the Northern Divine Temple of the Storm Church for more than fifty years.

It is only relying on the glory of the past few thousand years that the Schroeder family can survive to this day... What they originally bet on was that the old and frail Deputy High Priest Macmillan would die early.

However, after learning what had happened, the Macmillan patriarch did not hesitate to sell his property and bought the Fruit of Life from the Earth Church and sent it to the Deputy High Priest.

Although the Macmillan family does not have anyone who can inherit his authority as High Priest, as long as he lasts long enough, then at least the young people will be able to reach the point of controlling the noble bishops.

The Macmillan family, in the case of Storm Knights appearing in every generation, is naturally a little worse in another aspect, but it is not to the point where no one can use it for two consecutive generations, it is just that the talent is not so strong.

In addition, the family has enough resources to supply, basically they can still become priests.

As long as the priests endure the years, they can always reach the position of bishop... Everyone in the Macmillan family will demand themselves according to the standards of the Storm Knights, and basically they can get the approval of the gods.

Especially the lord bishop. Once the identity is determined, unless the other party has any major crimes to be caught, no matter how great the power of the High Priest is, he cannot deprive the legitimate bishop of his due rights.

The High Priest is indeed very important, with high position and authority, and can even affect the Storm Lord's Temple tens of thousands of miles away, but it is impossible to be more important than the future of the Storm Church.

Any forced accusations, random assigning of crimes to the Bishop, or even the dismissal of an 'innocent Bishop' would shake the foundations of the Storm Church.

Before High Priest Schroeder completely ruined himself, the McMillan family was firmly confined to the capital and their own territory.

What's the point of achieving the position of Bishop in the capital's cathedral?

With the High Priest in charge, who would listen to the Bishop?

Vice High Priest McMillan spent thirty years in that Bishop position before barely managing to get promoted.

He even almost lost the position of Capital Bishop, barely managing to have a family priest who had just turned thirty take over the responsibility.

Unexpectedly, the McMillan family would one day have the opportunity to even gain the right to preach.

Celestia also knew that the Main Temple wouldn't allow the McMillan family to become too powerful. Even if the Schroeder family had no power to resist, they would definitely support a new High Priest family.

But so what?

Her family didn't care about high-sounding positions; practical benefits were the most important thing.

Even if one day the McMillan family was defeated in this power struggle, they would definitely accumulate enough resources to allow the family to prosper again for thousands of years.

This was a surefire investment, and Celestia sincerely felt that her family head was extremely wise.

But, there was one prerequisite, and that was... the Schroeder family wouldn't fight them to the death.

Their defeat shouldn't be because of her family, or at least, the reason they knew should be unrelated to them.

Baron Watson was about to completely destroy the best opportunity for the McMillans!

Celestia was extremely angry but couldn't show disrespect in front of the statue, so she had to pace around the room.

Fortunately, according to procedure, the letter submitted with her personal statue would definitely be given to that avatar wandering around Qingfeng Territory... Dealing with things nearby was always the Storm Lord's style.

Celestia quickly received a reply: Acknowledged, do not worry.

She suddenly sat down on the ground, letting out a long breath: High Priest Schroeder doesn't seem to have gone mad yet.

No matter what was on his mind, as long as he honestly reported such an important matter, then the ones who would be unlucky, no, shouldering the responsibility, would only be High Priest Schroeder and Duke Schroeder.

The family inheritance would still not be affected.

Including those disciples, grandchildren, and descendants scattered throughout the major territories of the North, they could continue to do their work.

In the end, the struggle between the two families would still be conducted within the bottom line, rather than a desperate life-and-death struggle.

That's good.

As for why Baron Watson was unaware of this, Celestia had no interest in knowing.

With High Priest Schroeder's cunning, Watson's feigned composure and calmness were too obvious and pretentious, making him no match at all.

Celestia's heart stirred slightly: That old fellow, shouldn't be...

No, impossible.

The inherent selfishness of the Schroeder family cannot be eradicated.

One of the important reasons why the McMillan family has always been at a disadvantage over the years is that they are too concerned about each other.

If her own rise to power might lead to the defeat or even misfortune of several family members, most people would hesitate.

But how could such competition tolerate hesitation?

The most important opportunities are fleeting. If you don't immediately grasp them in your hands, you can only watch others snatch them away.

Even if the Schroeder family has one person win while everyone else loses completely, while the McMillans lose the biggest but grasp all the small advantages, the final result will inevitably be their defeat.

But the McMillans have always been unable to change their indecisive ways, just like the Schroeder family can always watch their siblings lose until they are reduced to bones.

Celestia slowly walked out of the prayer room, turned her head to look at the statue, and belatedly understood the key point: The Storm Lord had long known what was happening, but had remained silent, obviously having other plans.

High Priest Schroeder's secret report of this matter was a secret.

Then... after that, wouldn't she have to fight a tacit battle with this High Priest?

How to fight it... she was really a little nervous.

In a head-on battle, Celestia was not afraid of anyone. For a Storm Knight, heroic sacrifice was the best way to return.

But playing mind games with a guy like High Priest Schroeder, and having to make it look like there were back-and-forths that outsiders couldn't see at all... she was really not good at it.

Celestia walked to the window and turned her gaze to Hamilton Castle.

Although her interest in Almes was indeed mixed with some complex emotions, her enthusiasm for him personally was by no means false.

Everything else was added value. The most perfect result would be to have a child who was somewhat similar to Almes.

The ambitions and desires that Celestia showed were all to cover up her most fundamental need: to borrow a seed.

But that Almes was too smart and too perceptive... If Celestia didn't use those messy things to distract him, the final result would definitely be a complete loss.

It would be fine to lose both the principal and the interest, but if she really gave birth to a child who inherited the McMillan bloodline and Almes's mind but was taken back to Hamilton by him... wouldn't she lose until she vomited blood?

This would be a huge debt!

The McMillan ancestors were all watching her in the Storm God Kingdom!

Celestia really didn't want to be too ashamed to die one day.

So, she could only stay aloof and ambiguous.

Seemingly flirting everywhere, in essence, she was worried that the flower she had her eye on was too poisonous, daring only to land on the grass next to it and peek.

Celestia didn't think that Almes could win against High Priest Schroeder in a life-or-death struggle.

This wasn't a matter of aptitude.

Almes was several decades younger than High Priest Schroeder!

Celestia certainly didn't think that more experience necessarily meant being stronger.

However, when it came to harming people, experienced people definitely had a more obvious advantage.

In addition, Almes was a relatively principled person. Although he was cunning, he wasn't really bad.

Being neither good nor bad was sometimes a flaw.

But, if he played a confrontation game with High Priest Schroeder, Almes might not necessarily be defeated.

Celestia clenched her fist, walked into her small study, and began to write furiously... Almes certainly wouldn't care about her life or death, but he had to consider his own parents and younger sister, right?

In the current situation, the Earl and Countess of Hamilton, who were doing things based on the military's set of practices, couldn't resist even with a decent Bowen.

Just think of the fate of the former Northern Earl Montes to know.

Once used as a chess piece by a god, and accidentally becoming a discarded piece... then you wouldn't be carefully placed on the side of the chessboard, or even thrown into the trash can, but you would truly be completely annihilated.

Celestia and High Priest Schroeder were actually in the same danger.

She didn't think she was exaggerating, after all, as long as she didn't make any mistakes, the Storm Lord's avatar nearby could guarantee that she could return to the God Kingdom after her fall.

But the Hamilton family didn't have this opportunity.

Once they died, they would truly be dead.

However, that couple seemed to think that this matter had nothing to do with them, only wanting to watch the excitement!

This was also the biggest weakness of the military nobles who had been protected by the White Dragon King for too long.

They knew the terror of the gods and respected them, but their fear was not enough.

Now they were so obedient because the lesson given by that Earl Montes was too profound. Otherwise, they might have taken the initiative to attack!

It was really good that they could only huddle in the castle and watch the excitement like this now.

But, the ones causing trouble now were not the native gods who had to abide by the rules of this world!

Even the Lord of Frost and the Lord of the Tower were doing things within certain limits... they had only ever targeted the nobles, or rather, the professional class.

Outsiders were different.

Celestia looked at the letter she had written in her hand and smiled slightly... she had also done a great good deed.