I became a mage and was recruited by the lord as his son-in-law

"Don't mention it, Aimee does have a good eye."

Beth was tying the armor on her body, but her eyes unconsciously looked at Bennett beside her.

Bennett was standing in front of the mirror, adjusting Iris's wizard robes.

The purple wizard robe, made of elven silk, flows down from the shoulders like water, covering the entire body.

The sleeves are wide but not too long, and the lower part is decorated with lace, which is commonly used by aristocrats. It is luxurious yet not ostentatious.

The gold-thread fleur-de-lis patterns on the collar and cuffs of the wizard's robe shone with a faint golden light.

There are meaningless runes printed from top to bottom on his body, but these runes make the entire wizard robe full of mystery.

Bennett adjusted the lace at his collar. He actually didn't like lace, but if this thing was paired with a sunny and handsome face, it could indeed be called a woman killer.

"Why, who do you want to hook up with again?"

Beth saw Bennett always looking in the mirror. She felt both fond and jealous when she saw his reflection in the mirror.

This outfit does look handsome on Bennett, but Beth feels uncomfortable when she thinks about Bennett wearing this outfit and parading around the city.

"Still looking? What's so good about it? When you are crowned in the church, I will have someone design you a more handsome outfit."

Bennett turned around and looked at Beth. He also thought that this wizard robe was good, but...

"I feel like the mage robe is missing something."

"There's still something missing. Are you interested in that noble lady?"

Beth said unhappily.

Bennett ignored Beth and continued to look at the mirror, thinking for a long time, and finally looked at the chest area of ​​his clothes.

He stretched out his hand, and runes appeared in his palm.

Those runes continued to shrink and combine, finally forming the emblem of an iris.

With a thought, the iris flower appeared on his chest.

Bennett smiled and turned to show Beth:

"Look now."

Beth looked at Bennett impatiently, and when her eyes fell on the iris, she was instantly attracted by the rune iris.

It was an illusion magic circle. In Beth's eyes, she seemed to see irises blooming on the endless northern grasslands.

Finally, on a windy and snowy night, in the firelight and under the sword, only one flower was frozen in the ice for eternity.

An inexplicable sadness spread through my heart.

Beth touched the corner of her eye blankly and murmured:

"This...what is this..."

“The iris was inherited by the earl, but it was not the giant wolf in the north that made it bloom.

In the snow and wind that day, I witnessed the birth of irises.

I'm sorry that everything that should have been borne by me ended up falling on Aimee.

People always talk about the luxury of the nobility, but when discussing the responsibility and cruelty of the nobility, they often simply attribute it to greed and ruthlessness.

This is not the case. This process is helpless. No matter what time or era it is, there will always be people who have to move forward facing tears.

Many of them were pushed onto the road.

And behind these people, there will always be slander and defamation.

I think this history should not be forgotten, maybe people don’t know what happened at that time.

Perhaps if they knew it, they would use all kinds of bad words to mock the characters in this story.

But at least the sadness at that time, I think something should be preserved, maybe one day, someone can see and feel their pain and helplessness.

These sorrows should be felt by even one person.”

The sun was streaming in from the window, the room was quiet, and Bennett's words were calm.

Beth looked into Bennett's eyes. The blue light had never been clearer than it was today.

She had seen that kind of blue when she and Adam went to the far north of the world. It was this kind of blue that bloomed in the smallest spring at the top of the glacier.

That kind of blue is both peaceful and warm, and has a soothing power. It is hard to imagine that it appears on a glacier where life is dead.

That blue craves life, but life won't stay on a glacier, so it's a regrettable blue.

The person in front of me has too many ties in his heart, which has long been filled, but the remaining residue is still snatched away by others.

"Leave the sweet talk to Aimee. I'm not interested in hearing it."

Beth lowered her head to the side and said this awkwardly.

Bennett didn't care. He straightened his wizard robe again and said:

"I'm going to catch some monsters outside of the city in preparation for today's city tour. Is there anything you want?"

Beth tied the gauntlet. Now she just felt bored and didn't want to say anything.

"No need. The church will not let me lose face no matter what."

After kicking the ground twice, Beth turned and walked out of the room.

Bennett held Beth in his arms and said:

“There’s always something I can do.”

Beth turned to look at Bennett and said:

"Can you take off this rotten robe?"

Bennett was stunned for a moment and said:

"I have tried my best to treat everyone fairly."

Beth said nothing, but shook her hand away and said:

"Wait until you take off this robe before you say this."

Turned and left the room.

Bennett sighed. If it was something else, Bennett might have been able to give in, but in this special period today, he knew he couldn't give in.

With a light tap of his feet, a figure flew out of the city.

Beth looked at the figure disappearing in the sky and reached upwards, but felt nothing.

In the wizard's tower, Denise woke up Helen, whose hair was disheveled. Helen pushed Denise away with tears in her eyes and reached out for the wine bottle beside her.

Denise was so angry that she stamped her feet and finally smashed all the wine. Then she finally pulled Helen, who looked like a monster, to the window of the wizard tower.

Below the Mage Tower, the king's guards had already cleaned the streets.

No one came to make trouble, not because everyone had become nicer, but because of the people who were going to appear today, the Grand Duke of the North, the Church, and a Scourge Mage.

In front of the gate of the royal capital, where civilians used to live, it is now in ruins.

And in the ruins, the knights stood.

The knights of the church were talking and laughing, discussing the Pope's wine these days, while the knights of the North were praying.

It was as if their roles were reversed.

There were rows of spears and fluttering flags, and the ceremony to demonstrate merit looked like a battlefield.