In the study.
Yveta considered this for a moment, then suddenly said, "Although I accepted Branton's kindness and became the temporary commander of this castle,"
"you are free. With the Moro Family gone, you're free."
"Your Knight Territories can become independent. So you don't need to swear loyalty to me."
Branton was a little bewildered.
Why was everyone now coming forward to swear loyalty to Lord Yveta, only for Lord Yveta to refuse?
This was such a good opportunity. What a shame it would be to let it slip away!
Branton was secretly anxious for Yveta. Lord, hurry up and accept!
Yveta glanced at the conflicted expressions on the three knights' faces. An independent Knight Territory, without a lord, where they could rule as little kings of their own—that should have been a good thing for many knights.
In the study, people's thoughts surged like undercurrents.
Yveta twirled the Ring of Desire on the little finger of his right hand. He kept his head lowered, as if resting at his leisure.
Faced with this situation, the Old Witch first looked puzzled, then seemed to understand and admire him.
Yveta didn't want a group of people who swore loyalty to him out of desperation in a crisis. Nor did he want to sit here like a schemer, waiting for the knights to come pledge themselves to him, then beam like a clown.
Today, he would make these knights understand: you're the ones begging to swear loyalty to me.
You're the ones begging me to be your lord.
I didn't scheme to make you swear loyalty to me!
The three knights soon came back to their senses, leaving behind their pleasant fantasy of an independent Knight Territory.
The two knights who had seen the size of the Children of the Forest forces