Hilde sat at the desk and spent half an hour processing the reports and requests that had been troubling Paul for several days, dealing with more than half of them.
However, her method was somewhat different from what Paul had imagined.
Every instruction Hilde gave was a criticism or a rejection.
"What kind of nonsense is this? Long-winded, full of empty repetition, and it takes half a day to get to the point! I can't even tell what you're trying to say! All you know how to write is useless drivel!"
Hilde berated every request.
Then she personally demonstrated how it should be done by writing an example.
"Arost!"
"Lady Hilde, I'm here."
"Copy and distribute this example. From now on, every document submitted to the lord's residence must follow this format. Anything that doesn't will be rejected outright. If that causes important matters to be delayed, the person responsible will bear the consequences and be dealt with according to the rules."
"Yes."
Arost held the example in both hands as though he had obtained a priceless treasure.
After giving Arost his instructions, Hilde turned around and criticized Paul again.
"You're the lord. Reviewing the requests from below is your job, but making those requests understandable to you is the job of the people below! Stop thinking about how you can understand them. You need to make them report to you in a way you can understand. If that causes delays, it's their responsibility. Pick a few examples and punish them to warn the others! If anyone objects, dismiss them and put someone competent in their place."
"Yes, yes, yes..."
Paul nodded repeatedly.
He didn't dare say a single word of protest against Hilde's criticism.
This was simply Hilde's style.
Compared to himself, Hilde really seemed more suited to being