Dear Broom Knight

Even upon noticing the Rainwater Goddess's excessive enthusiasm, Almes's expression remained calm.

Lorry had noticed from the start that this guy had a very stable mindset, with almost no emotional fluctuations when he spoke.

He had initially been somewhat impressed that a bad bamboo could produce good shoots… but in less than a year, he lost interest in observing Earl Ezra Hamilton.

He was a typical combat type, but at least he was rational and had a bottom line.

He was a decent neighbor, but probably wouldn't create any big, exciting messes that would catch his eye.

So, he didn't need to pay such close attention.

But after realizing that Almes might be Hermes… what else was there to say?

Although in the eyes of a normal person like him, the Rainwater Goddess was truly crazy, toxic, and brainless, in Almes's eyes… she was nothing!

If all the gods in his past world were like the Rainwater Goddess, they probably wouldn't have become so excessively insane as to completely collapse.

What a pity!

He had actually wanted to invite this natural mage to his territory as a guest, to exchange ideas with Valera, who had been groping her way forward on her own!

But now, there was no need for that.

He even suspected whether Almes's colorful natural companions, which could transform into countless strands, were actually plants.

"Casimir, give them a little earth-shattering experience," Almes said with a smile, instructing the strong man who had been standing in front of him.

"No problem!" Casimir waved the giant sword in his hand, and suddenly a huge shield nearly three meters across appeared in his other hand.

The shield spun rapidly in his hand, and the strong wind it generated instantly dispersed the fog in front of them.

Then Casimir roared and jumped into the air with all his might, and the giant shield, following him, crashed heavily into the courtyard.

Leaving only a half-meter pit in the ground.

"Let's go in too! Mage Toronto," Almes said, smiling as he extended his hand in invitation.

Lorry nodded silently and followed.

He could understand Almes's approach.

After all, the guy who created this fog definitely knew that there were two mages among the people who came.

With careful observation, one could notice that the faint light in the fog was not quite right.

Almes pretended to ask Lorry, just to prevent outsiders from knowing that he could also sense the properties of the fog.

The mages of this world have always been quite strong, and they aren't completely incapable of going toe-to-toe with the gods.

Therefore, the gods would naturally come up with various ways to restrain these mages.

Lorry, following behind Almes, stared at him with a burning gaze… although he wasn't lacking in proper combat experience, he was a bit lacking in his ability to deal with unorthodox methods, especially those of madmen and fools.

Openly or secretly, as long as one was calm enough, reacted quickly enough, and acted steadily enough, one could cope to some extent.

But a normal person can't just let water into their head when dealing with wind and sand, right?

So, one can only rely on experience to deal with it.

In this world, is there anyone who has more experience than Hermes?

He is Zeus's messenger, herald, and most intimate confidant!

To be able to live so soberly shows his mental state and abilities.

Lorry walked very calmly… although Casimir didn't jump again, the giant shield in his hand never stopped waving.

The fog couldn't quickly close in around their group because of the storm whipped up by his shield.

However, Lorry felt that the more important reason was that the controller of the fog believed Almes's nonsense and regarded Casimir as that kind of giant shield knight… the kind of holy knight from the Earth Church who possesses endless power and endurance when his feet are on the ground, similar in status and ability to storm knights.

As a result, although Casimir was still using strength, he wasn't relying on the earth.

Lorry glanced down at the frozen ground and smiled mockingly… no matter how much the Rainwater Goddess struggled, once she condensed water into ice, her divine power would quickly disappear from the ice layer.

Or rather, it shouldn't be said that it disappeared, but that it turned into another attribute.

An attribute that she couldn't completely control.

The Lord of Frost should have won a great victory in his soul struggle.

Even Rosalind, the Rainwater Goddess probably hadn't been able to completely control.

She appeared to have a way out everywhere, but every way out had a pit… this goddess was truly intelligent to the point of being desperate.

The garden wasn't big, so they quickly saw the two sides fighting.

"Yo~ Toronto, you're here!"

And Evelyn Costa, standing on a big tree, not knowing what she was doing.

"Sister Evelyn, who is fighting who!" Lorry disappeared again, leaving only Toronto behind.

Almes couldn't help but turn his head to look.

He seemed to sense the difference between Toronto and Lorry.

It was unbelievable that a mortal could disguise his soul aura so perfectly.

Even among the gods, not everyone could achieve such a flawless level.

Evelyn Costa, standing at the top of the big tree, waved her hand: "I only recognize the Storm Bishop Blair.

A storm knight on horseback came later.

The two of them argued for a long time, but they were killing the same group of people."

Toronto smiled and summoned a gust of wind to send himself up to the treetop.

"That is, Selestia Macmillan," Almes said, joining the conversation with a smile, "She and High Priest Schroeder are not on friendly terms.

Hmm… anger, probably because Duke Schroeder took his family and dragged Vice High Priest Macmillan to see the Lord of Storms."

Although probably no one here is qualified to enter the Lord of Storms's divine kingdom, he still has to be polite.

"You, what did you say?" Bishop Blair exclaimed in surprise, almost being injured by the two enemies in full black leather armor and wearing masks with strange patterns on their faces.

Evelyn Costa, who was also very surprised, threw a hammer to save him.

Toronto was a little surprised: "I thought you were just standing there!

Did they just let you intervene and save people?"

"There was a strangely dressed woman blocking me, but after you guys came in, she suddenly disappeared," Evelyn Costa pouted, and grinned at the two black-clad men who were glaring at her, "Looks like she didn't stop you.

So, the Schroeder family is completely wiped out?"

"Two children were left behind," Almes replied readily, "I guess by the time we're done here, the Duke's great-grandson will be ready to take over."

As for what's going on with the other one, it can be seen from Selestia's suddenly crazy fighting style as she listened in silence.

Blair, back to back with her, said stiffly: "What are you angry about?

The High Priest isn't really hereditary.

The young master is only twelve years old this year and has just become a priest.

The Macmillan family has so many descendants, there can't be one stronger than the young master, right?

Anyway, as long as you come up with one, the Schroeder family won't be able to compete.

The main temple can't just talk nonsense, right?"

Selestia glared back at him fiercely, and the speed of the long sword in her hand instantly doubled… She really hated these guys who didn't feel the pain of speaking!

For a pureblood knight family to produce a magic-type profession is a cold burst.

The talent of this magic-type professional must also be good enough… That's like winning the lottery.

The Macmillan family would never have bankrupted themselves to extend the life of that Vice High Priest if they had any chance!

If it were used to train newcomers, it would be enough to send three of him to the position of bishop.

Evelyn Costa looked at the two of them: "Strange, their hatred for each other has decreased, why?

I thought they would suddenly stand on the side of their enemies when they heard such a tragic ending!"

Toronto laughed: "What are you talking about? Sister Evelyn, the enemy in front of them belongs to the Lord of Storms."

Generally speaking, those who collude with the enemy of the entire force because of internal strife can be called traitors.

"Is that my point?" Evelyn Costa accused him dissatisfiedly, "Don't I understand?

Stupid little brother.

Why are you answering my mocking words to them?"

Toronto only felt inexplicable, but he still chose to remain silent.

So many years of getting along had made him completely uninterested in arguing with Evelyn Costa.

This lady is not unreasonable, but only speaks her own reason.

Almes couldn't quite understand the reactions of these two people.

Knowing that a group of people had suddenly disappeared from the field… The adventurers who rushed in with Evelyn Costa and Toronto at the beginning were not there.

And the woman who had the ability to stop Evelyn Costa was also missing.

These two people were still able to talk and laugh here, not worried about being attacked… Could it be?

He thought about it and joined the conversation again: "Blair is to avoid bringing trouble to High Priest Schroeder's great-grandson, and he must get along with the Macmillan family in harmony before that person has the ability to stand firm.

Selestia… in order to prevent the main temple of the Storm God from suddenly sending a troublesome guy to the North, she must unite all living forces, even bishops who are biased towards the Schroeder family.

Otherwise, when the main temple comes to solicit opinions, the result will definitely be wonderful."