Yveta entrusted Branton with delivering the declaration of war.
But the task was actually quite simple.
Branton only had to stand on the wall, pin the parchment to an arrow, and shoot the iron-tipped arrow into an empty patch of ground below the wall.
The Children of the Forest would come and pick it up.
Yveta had assigned the task to Branton because he wanted to give him an outlet for his feelings.
After all, the Children of the Forest had slaughtered Branton's entire family.
Yveta was always happy to do little things like this that could win someone's loyalty at no cost.
Sure enough, after finishing the task, Branton spent the rest of the day walking with his head held high, feeling as if he'd finally gotten his revenge.
He even went to the study to seek out Yveta, telling him how satisfying it had been to deliver the declaration of war to the Children of the Forest on behalf of the Moro Baron Territory.
After Branton left the study, Yveta tapped the desktop and murmured to himself, "Just as I thought. When people spend time together, they often remember not what you said to them, but how they felt in your company."
"Branton seems to be in a good mood. That's great. I didn't even have to spend a single extra coin."
Only someone who knew how to be frugal could make a good lord.
Only someone who knew how to spend money could make money.
Yveta belatedly added, "Actually, that's not quite right. A gray goose-feather arrow from the barony is worth three pennies! I did spend three pennies after all. What do you think, Hearthstone Great Witch?"
The Hearthstone Great Witch smiled awkwardly. "Your Grace, you're right."
The Old Witch had been quietly observing Yveta's way