Catherine, who had a history of being suspicious of Carl's orders and not following them, eventually sat down carefully next to Carl.
Unlike Carl, she sat with her back straight and didn't move a single inch.
Carl organized his complicated thoughts with a relaxed expression.
'Mold will be of great help to me, who has no foundation right now. At least there won't be a case of begging for help without the minimum number of troops like there was in Hilfin.'
This is a family that produced knights like Catherine.
Even if the number of people is small and the family is not powerful, there will be talent for great knights within the family.
'If I have the skills, I can attract them by making them knights as a formality. It would look like a childish prince who was so excited about the battle with the gnolls that he was picking up fallen nobles to increase his knights.'
Carl couldn't help but smirk at his own thoughts.
