The victory banquet was still ten days away. There was no need to head over early and draw outside attention. Having marched out in the winter and been gone for more than half a year, Hudson felt physically and mentally exhausted.
After returning home and seeing his wife and children, he had no time for a proper reunion before throwing himself back into territorial affairs.
This was the fate of nobles on the Aslant Continent!
While enjoying glory and wealth, they also had to bear the corresponding responsibilities and obligations. A leisurely life was a luxury; at the very least, the nobles of the Alpha Kingdom had no right to enjoy one.
The more capable one was, the more often one had to lead troops into battle, and the longer one had to spend apart from one's family.
Delegating power was impossible!
A newly risen great noble house like the Coslo Family had formed around Hudson from the very beginning. At its core, it was still a hastily assembled outfit.
Nearly all of the territory's senior administrators had been hired from outside. Very few members of the family itself were capable of taking on those positions.
Under such circumstances, Hudson had to rule with absolute authority to ensure the family's control over the territory.
Delegating power could only happen after the system had been perfected and the development model most suited to the family had been found.
Human nature could not withstand testing.
Hudson had never intended to test his subordinates' loyalty.
People changed. Even if they were loyal now, there was no guarantee they would remain loyal in the future. People's mindsets differed from one period to another.
Besides, spies from various factions had filled the territory since its founding days.
Following the principle of not wasting useful talent,