Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 882 The Tower, Sure Enough to Be Honest
“I understand, I won’t look anymore.” Travis sighed. “I used to always be the one standing at the front.”

"It's alright, you'll suffer a lot later!" Luscania snapped at him irritably. "Poor me, we have a loving husband and two children, and I still have to go through wind and rain with you to get beaten up."

Travis chuckled softly: "So, I love Luscania the most!"

"Then Luscania, of course, must love me the most too."

“Lowry is right, Travis’s strongest move is his shamelessness.” Luscania sighed. “After he wakes up, he might come after you from afar.”

“No, that would be too much trouble,” Travis replied calmly. “Unless I do something to anger him, Lowry will just keep those things hidden and will never show them to anyone.”

Until, the Northern Kingdom was truly doomed.

"Hey, Luscania, by then, we probably won't be around anymore, will we?"

“You’re overthinking it,” Luscania replied gently. “However, if that day ever comes, it wouldn’t be a bad ending.”

You don't need to be so hesitant and calculating at every turn.

"Oh oh oh oh!" Leon shouted a series of rhythmic baritone notes in sync with the music.

The spatial blades constantly emerging from the dimensional rift were making him somewhat irritated.

He glanced back and Yuri's hint was clear: he had to break through this crack and reach the entrance of the Wind Palace to completely close the gap left by the royal palace's magic array.

Although Leon had anticipated this from the beginning, he was still a little unhappy when he actually had to face this result.

The key question is, why can those guys hide in the gaps and keep throwing things, while he can only jump around like a bouncing monkey?

He was starting to get tired of the long snake under his feet, which he had just been enjoying.

As for the six-armed monsters around him, they could no longer pose any threat to him. Yuri, who was already familiar with their fighting methods, had long since ordered the guards on both sides to drag them to the ground and beat them up.

Before their energy on the red carpet runs out, the Royal Guard is invincible.

The energy of the red carpet magic array in the royal palace has been accumulated for tens of thousands of years.

Only a portion of it has been used up so far.

No wonder Travis chose to add Void Serpent, a spell that consumes a lot of energy but prevents them from being confined to the red carpet area.

This certainly ensured that Leon wouldn't be left waiting to get beaten up in a confined space.

To ensure His Majesty's safety, this magic array can radiate to the heavens!

Leon leaped left and dashed right, his mind almost giving up on thinking, relying solely on instinct to move around. Gradually becoming numb, Leon suddenly felt a terrifyingly hot aura rushing out from the crack.

With a thought, the long snake, which had been flying at a height of only three or four meters, suddenly rose to a height of twenty meters and landed above the gap.

It was a deep golden beam of light that struck the red carpet directly.

Yuri seemed to sway a few times following the impact.

The light screens that had trapped the onlookers dimmed for a few seconds in that instant.

"Clang! Clang!"

"Damn it..." The old mage, who had already thrown his robe to the ground and was dressed in black, stared in disbelief: "You! How did you know me..."

“A mage wouldn’t talk like that!” Milian stood opposite him with a smile, holding a longsword. “Next time, remember, don’t act sarcastic or like a mage.”

If monks really wanted to satirize someone, they wouldn't speak so directly and harshly!
When he first met Lowry, he spent countless sleepless nights after returning home trying to figure out what the archmage had actually said to him.

This guy was speaking in the tone of a mage who had infiltrated the court... but Milian knew all the court mages, even those who had already left.

Do you know how he spent the past month?
Even though Seven should have been the one to deal with the magic-based professionals, he ended up having to memorize all their faces!

If he had known, he wouldn't have been so willing to take on the responsibility of guarding the palace.

However, if this were a scholar-turned-magician, there would be no problem at all.

Only they would consider themselves the ancestors of the entire world simply because they have finally learned how to cast spells normally.

He had to start every conversation with sarcasm... in a tone that Al-Saran would use, but never in words he would actually say.

A proper court priest is actually not one to put on airs.

They would simply tell you to "get lost" in the most disdainful tone.

But these scroll mages would never behave like this in a palace full of mages... Even if they have forgotten the way they came, they are definitely not stupid.

So, Milian noticed him the moment he spoke his first words and simultaneously gave Yuri a hint.

Sure enough, he was just a disguised assassin... or rather, a swordsman who played the assassination game.

Once the attack is launched, there is no turning back; a single sword strike seals the throat.

They make it sound nice, but in reality they're just a bunch of brainwashed lunatics.

Although it is indeed very strong, its attack pattern is very simple.

Milian didn't need to think too much to block them all.

Even though the assassin swordsman is said to be the pinnacle of swordsmanship, Milian never considered taking that path. If the only option is to risk one's life in a final gamble, threatening others with a life for a life, then what hope is there for a swordsman?
Once the world restarts and the threshold for becoming a knight is lowered again, then... will the swordsman profession still have a reason to exist?
Milian is different from those who are forced to stick to the profession of swordsman.

On the road to growth, there are countless opportunities to take an easier path.

Valera's nature mage, he wasn't entirely without a chance.

Leon will give the best resources he has to Miriam.

Knowing that Milian could also sense the fluctuations in the thoughts of magical plants, Leon planned to take him deep into the forest to dig out some of the more powerful magical plant buds!
However, Milian simply chose to refuse.

He loved the profession of swordsman, which had saved him from despair, and he was also willing to see those children who once didn't know what the future held, find the light in their lives with his help... A child who has never experienced despair cannot become a swordsman.

Milian knew the limitations of a swordsman.

Without the help of a knight's bloodline power, and without a mage's ability to manipulate the laws, even the strongest swordsman can only manipulate the energy of the laws within a meter of him. The higher the level, the harder it is to endure.

But so what?

At least he has the power to use all sorts of gadgets and scrolls.

Milian doesn't believe that assassin swordsman is the final path for the swordsman profession.

If swinging the sword a thousand times a day isn't enough, then he'll swing it five thousand times.

If his knowledge base is insufficient for him to construct a future for swordsmen, then he will read books one by one.

He's so young, and Leon has showered him with countless good things. He should live to be at least two or three hundred years old. Why doesn't he try harder?

He doesn't need to worry about family succession.

Everyone he cares about probably outlives him.

After the Rosalind incident, Miriam, now completely calm, never lost her composure again.

So this time, even though the assassin swordsman in front of him unleashed thirty sword strikes in a single second, Milian managed to completely stop him.

Even if the opponent is an experienced level 16 swordsman.

But he was only level 15.

But Milian was actually able to advance to the so-called max-level swordsman 20 years ago.

He simply chose to build a more solid foundation.

Even if he doesn't see any progress for a long time, as long as he doesn't feel a surge of energy and an imminent advancement every time he swings his sword, he will continue to cultivate diligently.

Miriam was convinced that she was on the right track.

This path may be one that no one will follow in the future... but at least he can show the world that swordsmen do not only have the option of dying together with their opponents.

As long as his longsword is fast enough to tear through space, he can stand at the pinnacle of strength.

"Leon!" Yuri's exclamation broke the tense atmosphere.

Milian froze.

But he swiftly blocked the assassin's next attack.

“I will be watching you,” Milian said calmly.

"Aren't you worried about what trouble Prince Leon in the sky might be in?" The old swordsman shifted his position, realizing he couldn't break through the young swordsman's defenses, and couldn't help but utter an angry and embarrassed greeting, "Isn't that your master? You're working as his dog, why don't you hurry up and lick his ass!"

“I originally thought you came from Scroll Mountain,” Milian said thoughtfully, “but now it seems you are a follower of the Tower hidden in Scroll Mountain.”

Hmm... Lord of the Tower, aren't you quite cultured?

How did they raise such followers? They're not even as polite as the Ice Dog King's subordinates.

"Heh~ Self-important." The assassin swordsman just sneered, seemingly not taking it seriously at all.

“As expected of someone from the Tower.” Milian nodded to himself. “Lorry said that only followers of the Tower would not feel humiliated by being compared to an Icehound.”

Because you simply don't understand, the Ice Dog is the Ice Dog King's true follower.

Those Ice Dog devotees who surround the Ice Dog are actually laborers serving their master.

The Church of Ice has a unique form of equality, which is why most people don't realize it.

But people from legitimate church backgrounds actually know this.

The people of the Tower Church are all half-baked; the Lord of the Tower would never tell them what they should know.

However, the clever followers of the Tower will also show an angry look when faced with similar metaphors... At this point, just follow up with a few words about the Icehound Servants and see how they respond to confirm it.

Previously, everyone tacitly kept these things to themselves and would never speak out, in order to avoid the Tower believers knowing the inside story.

But we don't need it now.

With the Ice Dog King gone, the Ice Dogs naturally lost their special status and became no different from other human believers... in other words, nobody cared about them.

(End of this chapter)