The discussion about support for the Iron Sand Bandit Hunt continued for another hour. Grandpa William and Father John negotiated skillfully, securing commitments from the nobles for many soldiers and resources.
Finally, the meeting ended. The nobles, needing to prepare their forces for the upcoming battle, quietly left Fletcher Castle. As they departed, Apollo stood by a window, watching them.
Baron Sam, in particular, caught his attention. Sam's face was contorted in frustration, his teeth grinding audibly as he walked away. Apollo couldn't help but feel a mix of satisfaction and caution. 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."
