The discussion about how to or how much support for the Iron Sand Bandit Hunt continued for another hour. Grandpa William and John negotiated skillfully, securing commitments for support from the nobles for many soldiers and resources.
Finally, the meeting come to an end. The nobles, needing to prepare their soldiers for the upcoming battle, quietly left Fletcher Castle. As they departed, Apollo stood by a window, calmly watching them leaving.
Baron Sam, in particular, caught his attention. Sam's face was twisted in frustration, his teeth grinding was clear as he walked away. He couldn't help but feel a mix of satisfaction but he was cautious. He knew that the baron's resentment could lead to further complications, but for now, he was confident in his strength, whether it was the baron or the count, he could handle them.
As the last of the nobles left, Grandpa William approached Apollo, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You did well today, Apollo."
