Holding a glass of juice, Kayal sat by the flower bed, watching the adults inside laugh, curse, and fawn over each other. He sighed, realizing that the guests hadn't all arrived yet, so King Uther, as the host, hadn't made his appearance. Kayal still had the leisure to sit by the flower bed, slowly watching and sighing.
"Are you Andre, that old man's son?" With an air of absolute arrogance, several figures blocked Kayal's view.
"Huh?" Kayal looked up in surprise, only to find several children about his age, with even younger children trailing behind them. Seeing their chestnut-brown hair and upturned noses, Kayal gently shook his head with a smile, then took a sip of his juice. He had no interest whatsoever in these children vying for status due to their parents' teachings.
"You fellow!" Seeing Kayal's leisurely posture, the children immediately became enraged. Having grown up surrounded by flattery, their patience and temper were not good. So-called 'second-generation rich' and 'second-generation powerful' are mistakenly considered the scum of new society precisely because of the existence of such people around them. Someone like Kayal, possessing independent thought, could influence Cyber from a scoundrel into a qualified noble butler—that's the difference.
He sighed softly in resignation, about to use Yoga to scare these brats, when he suddenly heard a loud shout. "Hey, are you guys looking for a beating!"
The children all flinched and turned their heads, only to see a blond boy running over, hands on his hips, asking loudly, "Are you looking for a beating! Sora, Rila, Mosis."
"You, what are you doing, Gawain! I'm telling you, we're not afraid of you now. This is His Majesty's presence, I don't believe you'd dare hit anyone!" As if remembering something, the leader of the children, like a mouse seeing a cat, shouted loudly.
At his words, everyone seemed to gain courage, but the blond boy with short hair just grinned, clenching his fists: "His Majesty hasn't come out yet! I'll have dealt with you all before His Majesty appears."
Immediately, the children showed their cowardice. After a shout, they scattered.
"Hey, are you Kayal, my super awesome cousin?" Kayal hadn't paid attention since the boy appeared, instead staring intently at the people inside, until the boy blocked Kayal's line of sight.
"Hm? Who are you?" Kayal looked up at the blond boy, whose voice was full of energy and who exuded vitality.
"As expected, super awesome." The boy exclaimed in surprise, but Kayal had no idea what he was talking about.
"So you're my cousin," the boy called out.
"No, to be honest, I don't know who you are at all, so your talk of a cousin is probably a mistake." Kayal naturally knew that the other party was very likely the son of one of his aunts or uncles, but he still wanted to avoid this trouble before the adults confirmed it.
"Hey, hey, don't be so cold! My name is Gawain, nice to meet you, little cousin." The blond boy said with a bright smile, his voice loud, probably his usual volume.
"Gawain?" Kayal became interested. If one knew King Uther, one couldn't not know King Arthur. And knowing King Arthur, one absolutely couldn't not know the Knights of the Round Table under King Arthur.
The two factions, led by Lancelot and Gawain, were King Arthur's left and right arms. The Knights of the Round Table were tightly united around King Arthur, achieving the Celtic's famous Twelve Battles against the West Germanic people. However, after Lancelot seduced King Arthur's queen, Guinevere, this unity instantly collapsed, and the entire Celtic nation's kingdom of Camelot also instantly crumbled—with the threat of the Romans from outside and Lancelot's situation within.
Even the wise King Arthur, who reigned for a generation, ultimately could not withstand the power of rumors.
Thinking of this, Kayal sighed with regret. If King Arthur had been as decisive as Leader Hitler, perhaps the Celts would not have later become like lambs, plundered by Viking pirates yesterday, robbed by Romans today, and exploited by Gauls tomorrow.
The people who only regretted after losing their king found no one to sympathize with them. By abandoning their king, they abandoned their own nation. Who would feel a shred of sympathy for those who betrayed their own nation?
Kayal became interested in this boy who called himself Gawain and claimed to be his cousin.
Touching his chin, Kayal's gaze made Gawain's hair stand on end.
"I heard you invented wine-making?" Gawain initiated the conversation, his eyes sparkling as he asked Kayal.
"Something like that." Brandy was, after all, a type of wine—both made from grapes.
"Oh, oh, oh! Super awesome! My dad loves wine, but the Romans' wine is the enemy's, so Dad forces himself not to drink it. Now with your wine, it'll be great, Dad can drink to his heart's content."
Kayal hadn't expected Gawain, such a boisterous boy, to actually consider what his father liked. For his carefree nature, this was quite remarkable, and it touched Kayal slightly.
"His Majesty the King seems to have arrived. Come on, let's go see His Majesty." A burst of music suddenly came from the hall. Gawain, immediately understanding what this meant, excitedly pulled Kayal and ran towards the hall.
Almost everyone was in the hall, and the musicians were playing cheerful flutes to welcome the King's arrival.
Clank, clank, clank, clank... Accompanied by the unique rhythm of knight armor on the floor, a squad of Knights slowly emerged from the center of the hall. Clearly, this squad of Knights served as an honor guard to highlight the King's majesty.
Wearing a crown adorned with several sapphires, a pure white mink cloak, and soft deerskin boots, King Uther finally made his appearance.
King Uther, however, made Kayal pause. Judging by the time his father, King Uther's personal guard, had spent, this King Uther should have been an old man, but this current King Uther was a standard pretty boy. As a middle-aged man, his skin was exceptionally well-maintained, and his meticulously trimmed beard added a lot of masculine charm. The supreme crown he wore exuded an aura of authority that truly enveloped him, and the Knight Captain's sword at his waist, far from appearing ostentatious, carried the distinct scent of the battlefield. Power and martial prowess were flawlessly combined in King Uther!
Skipping over the curly-haired little girl, who looked like a doll, that King Uther was leading, Kayal's gaze fell behind King Uther. Kayal's brow furrowed slightly: Merlin, why was she here?