Dear Broom Knight

Pat understood then that no amount of love could erase the hatred in her heart.

It was the fire of hell burning from within her.

She actually knew that almost all of the old bastards involved in what had happened to her had been personally put down by their own masters.

Although the Lord of Storms didn't make a big deal out of it for the sake of his own reputation, he directly deprived these former devout believers of all their preferential treatment, especially the infusion of divine power.

After being stripped of all their power, these guys would naturally fall to the brink of death due to the overly abrupt disappearance of energy, struggling painfully for days and nights before truly dying.

Their madness made them unable to even end their own lives.

In order to reignite the desire to live in these rescued girls, the people of the High Tower Church specifically took them to see that kind of ending.

Each person was like a dried corpse that could only wail, without human form, without humanity.

Just like those girls who had been tortured to the point of losing themselves.

This was also the main reason why Pat, and many girls like her, were able to live again.

It's just that those who were older, and who could really recover to the point of looking normal, mostly threw themselves into the High Tower Church's 'missionary activities' without hesitation.

Pat didn't know if she would be able to lead a so-called proper life if she had experienced that kind of pain herself... Even though she was often mentally excited by blood and always fought like her life didn't matter, she always felt that she was quite normal.

Including her attitude towards dealing with people.

However, all the peace ended when she felt the kind of aura that was similar to that group of old bastards from back then.

Although the methods were different and the degree of disgust varied, they were still those old guys from the Church of the Lord of Storms who were unwilling to accept reality and always wanted to change the god's attitude with their efforts!

In the hearts of these old guys, being able to contribute one's own strength and one's own family to their great cause, even if the person involved had no idea what was happening, was their honor.

They would sincerely plead for merit for these 'sacrifices' at the final celebration ceremony, using their greatest sincerity to implore the Lord of Storms to cleanse the sins of these people and welcome them into the Storm Country!

Perhaps only by deceiving themselves could those old guys feel that what they were doing could be recognized by the Lord of Storms... It was simply a dream!

That Lord of Storms had never thought that the church on earth could create so much trouble!

He was a true born god, and he had always valued his church but never relied on it; it was gone, and that was it.

Pat had heard many stories about those true gods from the Lord of the High Tower.

Back then, the Lord of Storms really didn't plan to withdraw directly from the Prime Material Plane, and all the true gods were the same as him.

But after struggling and still losing completely, the Lord of Storms didn't care anymore.

He didn't expect the power of human faith to keep him alive; as long as people didn't forget his name and priesthood, the Lord of Storms simply chose to let it go.

It was actually the Goddess of Harvest and the Lord of Knowledge who were reluctant to let go of the church.

So they also tried to contact their high priests... In other words, the Lord of Storms simply didn't want to be so tired.

This was also the reason why his reaction was slow; after all, this great god with a violent and straightforward temper never thought that mortals would dare to do evil in his name.

But it was precisely because of the Lord of Storms' character that the Lord of the High Tower could take advantage of the situation... The High Tower was definitely a cult, and there was no doubt about it.

The tricks that the Church of Storms played were all things they were tired of playing in the past.

Otherwise, the High Tower Church wouldn't be so accurate in catching them, even faster than the King of the North, who was stuffing spies everywhere.

But murder, arson, deception, and abduction still had to be done.

Pat had always thought that she was different from those older sisters.

However, she realized at the critical moment that the weight might be different, but the nature was definitely the same.

Even if the words were spoken nicely and things were done smoothly, she was actually harming Yag's interests.

That was Yag, who knew what she had done but still turned a deaf ear... Even Lori, whom she cared about most, Yag had never separated them, but simply didn't intend to let Pat's hand touch Lori's territory.

It just benefited that brainless fellow, Marian.

Marian... Marian.

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This name, which she had to think of because she recalled the past, made the hand Pat held on the short sword burst with veins.

The only friend she was sorry for, she only hoped to have a chance to apologize to her.

But that ignorant little knight, getting rid of him wouldn't be a bad thing... He actually thought that Marian's final choice to let Valera follow Lori was to send her to be a mistress?

His brain... No, it was that guy, he was born to look down on women.

Marian did want to do something with her, this useless girl, but although she was greedy, she was definitely not stupid.

A formal marriage alliance, even if there were many inequalities in it, was actually still balanced.

It's just that the things that seemed to be missing were filled in with the beauty and youth of young girls.

But a mistress?

That could only be called selling a daughter.

Toller's wife wanted to climb up by taking advantage of various opportunities and finally establish their Toller family, so how could they do something that would make them never be able to raise their heads among the nobles?

Relying on a smattering of knowledge about aristocratic society, he maliciously speculated about his superior who had helped him and cultivated him for so many years, and then used this self-deception to persuade himself to harm others... This kind of person would be a disaster sooner or later.

It was better for her to use him.

Pat believed that even if Marian would be angry with her because of this, she would understand sooner or later.

Even if she could no longer stay in the Montesberk County at that time, she wouldn't be forever unable to see her friends.

The kingdom's border was both a place where various forces gathered and the beginning of various conspiracies.

Even if the target was the king sitting on the throne, the mastermind would only start groping from the farthest place... This was the deterrent power of the White Dragon King.