October 10, 1346, evening
After dinner, Altair said goodbye to Uncle Leif and left Strauss Manor by carriage.
She could have left after lunch, but perhaps she felt that her uncle was truly too lonely on his own, so she stayed until dinner was over before deciding to leave.
When Altair returned to the manor, she summoned Hahn, who had been in charge of the Weapon Factory lately, to her study to ask about the factory.
As Hahn opened the study door and had only just begun to enter, Altair casually asked, "Hahn, Uncle Leif said at lunch today that the factory has been running at full capacity lately, and weapons have been selling well?"
Hahn didn't answer her right away. Instead, he walked up to the desk, stood across from her, and replied cheerfully, "That's right, Count Altair."
"After construction of the factory was completed, you ordered that unless a major problem arose, there was no need to report to you every day, and monthly reports would suffice."
"So I didn't tell you about this."
After hearing him out, Altair nodded slightly.
The main reason this had happened was Altair's fault, since she really didn't want to look at all those documents.
The Sheffield Family had far too many businesses. Even with professional agents managing them, Altair still had to set aside half a day every day to review their reports.
So a month and a half ago, she had ordered all the agents to submit only weekly and monthly reports from then on, unless a major decision needed to be made.
After thinking for a moment, Altair said, "By our earlier calculations, the factory should be running beyond capacity by now. Make sure the workers are getting enough rest."
"And be sure to pay attention to safety. This