Dear Broom Knight

Shadows flickered within Montres Castle as dusk settled.

Lady Yagris leaned against the window at the highest point of the castle, casually sipping her apple cider, watching the bustling crowd below.

Because of that nearly face-tearing argument four years ago, she had instead yielded a portion of the Earl's castle power to the Alex couple.

Her only insistence was that as long as she was the Countess of Montres, the right wing of the castle, representing the residence of the mistress's most beloved child, would never be occupied by anyone else.

As for entrusting the hosting rights for everything except the festival banquets to the young mistress of the left wing, and even replacing some of the Earl's small banquets with arrangements made by the head maid of the left wing, Yagris had never cared that much.

She used to hold onto everything tightly because Lorry was there.

Even if her son had some mysterious aspects, youthful intelligence could never compare to the experience and physical strength that age brings.

How many intelligent people lose their lives before they even mature?

Yagris would never allow her son to suffer such a fate.

Wasn't the reason the Earl of Montres, who had always been very tolerant, had a falling out with her because he suspected she had known about Lorry's magical talent all along?

Based on the strength Lorry displayed, normally, he should have shown special qualities from a young age.

There definitely was.

Although Lorry's mischief, pranks, and willfulness obscured most of it, how could Yagris, as his own mother, who was wholeheartedly devoted to her son, not see it?

Therefore, just as the Earl of Montres said, the meticulously prepared Barony of Gezar proved that she had known all along that Lorry's awakening would be unusual.

Yagris smiled slightly and raised her wine glass towards the bustling crowd below... but so what?

When the Earl of Montres signed the contract with her, he had not hesitated at all about the future of the child.

In that old fellow's eyes, Lorry was just the price he paid to protect his two foolish sons, a gift he gave to his wife, Yagris; if Lorry hadn't shown himself to be stronger than his two elder brothers from a young age, the Earl of Montres probably wouldn't have even remembered that this was his own son.

Everything now was earned by Yagris with her own intelligence and patience, and she was willing to bear the consequences.

Even if the Earl no longer dined with her at all, and never entered her mistress's room on the right side of the castle at the highest point, what could he do?

As long as she was still the Countess, the servants in the central kitchen would never dare to show her any disrespect.

Yagris tilted her head slightly, looking at Pat who was silently observing in the shadows... What she wanted to know now was what had happened to her head maid, Pat, who had grown up with her and whom she trusted implicitly.

Ever since Lorry had the bard send that message, Pat had suddenly opened the right wing, which had been closed all along, and hid Yagris's food and daily necessities in the warehouse there.

Although the reason was still somewhat plausible... Lorry had indeed sent too much fruit, and was still sending it.

Not wanting to share it with others, the cellar warehouse 20 meters deep in the right wing, which Lorry had created on a whim, was indeed more suitable for storing troublesome things like fruit.

Also, the basement above the cellar, which was very suitable for storing wine barrels after brewing, was indeed much better than the wine cellar behind the castle.

Pat was a little too nervous.

She actually knew that Pat had some secrets.

But Yagris, who had grown up in a bloody storm, did not think that her friends and subordinates should tell her everything without reservation.

Anyway, Pat's 120% care and love for her was genuine.

As for whether it would affect the Northern Kingdom... to be honest, Yagris really didn't think Pat had that ability.

Even if Pat got into some trouble outside, as long as it didn't come to her attention, Yagris could pretend to be temporarily blind.

However, Pat had really gone too far these past two days.

No matter what the problem was with the man who appeared next to Alex's wife, who was said to be able to help Alex's three foolish sons break through the limitations of knighthood, how could Pat always hide in the shadows and monitor him?

Yagris did not care about that young man who came from a certain Marquis, who was said to be able to help Alex's three foolish sons break through the limitations of knighthood.

Her great strength gave her enough confidence.

Anyway, no matter what happened in this castle, it would not affect her beloved son.

So... the proud great knight seriously pondered what kind of language to use to prevent Pat from acting like a stalker who had suddenly fallen in love.

Although there were only two or three people in this castle who could detect Pat's small actions, no one knew whether the other two would be quick-tongued and mention this to the Earl?

If she lost so much face, Pat would probably be very uncomfortable, right?

Pat, standing in the shadows, did not know what her boss was muttering secretly; she was also deliberately trying to let Yagris see something was wrong.

Who told this Countess to act as if nothing surprised or pleased her since she sent her son away, and didn't even want to care that some people in her knightly order were starting to have divided loyalties!

Pat could now understand why Yagris had to prepare enough resources and absolutely clean subordinates for Lorry, and didn't want to send an experienced and capable old man to the Barony of Gezar.

Knights are creatures that are very easy to follow the old predecessors.

This is also because the most basic requirement for them to form a combat-effective knight formation is that the one leading the charge must be recognized and followed by all the knights.

If Lorry himself, as the Baron, was a knight, then as the creator and sole master of the knightly order, no matter whether his strength was the strongest or not, he would naturally be the most important existence in the eyes of the knights.

But once he could not become that leader, that central figure, even if it was Cheska, whom Lorry valued exceptionally, it would not work.

Even if the older, stronger knight had the intention of yielding, as long as he was there, the younger knights would always automatically regard him as the center.

If the old members of Yagris's knightly order had ever considered following Lorry, they must have completely changed their minds four years ago.

They would not even send their sons and daughters to follow Lorry anymore, but would only let them join the knightly order.