Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 864

Chapter 864: Chapter 864 - Taming the Fifth Year - Price of Family

Or those old nobles would just nod and agree and promise cooperation, then do nothing. May find technicalities and procedural delays and reasons why action had to be postponed.

They responded to Arturo because Arturo could and would go over their head directly and make them look obstructionist. The secondary family couldn’t do that without creating political incidents.

Which meant that for the next few hours, critical decisions would either not get made, or would get made poorly by people who couldn’t enforce them.

The secondary family simply didn’t have the weight to handle them appropriately when they decided to be difficult.

His shoulders were already aching anticipating what he’d find when he returned.

The work mountain that was already considerable would have converted into something genuinely overwhelming, important decisions that had been postponed awaiting his return accumulating to the point where it would take weeks of effort simply to reach the state where he could see his desk surface again.

Budget allocations frozen because he hadn’t signed off. Military promotions delayed because protocol required his review. Legal disputes festering because the secondary family didn’t have authority to make binding rulings.

And beneath those visible problems, the invisible ones. The morale issues when people felt abandoned by leadership. The power plays when nobles sensed vacuum. The small inefficiencies that would multiply into large ones if left unchecked.

"You’re thinking too loudly," Selphira said without turning around.

She was riding her White Serpent.

Arturo rode alongside on his Qilin, a Gold 2 beast that could maintain 80 kilometers per hour indefinitely and sprint to 200 if necessary.

"I have reasons to think loudly," Arturo responded.

"You’re worrying about the castle."

"Among other things."

Selphira finally looked at him. Her expression was... amused? Sympathetic? Hard to read.

"The castle will survive a week without you. It’s survived centuries... Buildings are good at that."

"It’s not the building I’m worried about."

"The nobles." Not a question. "We can whack them together when returning..."

Arturo smiled with that mental image, took a breath... Let it out slowly.

Trying to release the tension that wasn’t actually helping anything.

It was going to be a nightmare.

But at the same time, there was a part of him that felt genuinely happy not having to be buried in that work for a while.

Being able to concentrate on the singular, direct objective of saving his brother instead of balancing dozens of conflicting priorities simultaneously was almost like vacation in a certain twisted sense.

No delicate negotiations with nobles who took offense at absurd reasons. No reviewing financial reports that revealed deficits requiring creative explanation from their owners explaining such thefts and his investigations to fine them. No mediating disputes between families that had been feuding for generations and expected him to somehow resolve conflicts rooted in grievances from before he was born.

Just go, find Victor and bring him back.

It was straightforward in a way his normal work never was, clarity of purpose that was refreshing even when he knew it wasn’t really a vacation but a dangerous operation where things could go terribly wrong considering the implications of Victor’s capture.

Still, a simple objective.

Either they got Victor back or they didn’t. Either the operation succeeded or it failed.

This, though? This he’d see, this he’d feel and this mattered in a way that transcended spreadsheets and procedural compliance. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

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