Kayal's smile was perfect; any young girl seeing it would be entranced and at a loss.
But these Claymores and others were different. They looked up at Kayal, then firmly shook their heads.
"Why not?" Even with a nine-out-of-ten chance of success, Kayal showed no emotion other than his smile as he questioned the young girl.
"I am a Claymore of the Organization. I will not betray the Organization." The girl's voice was so firm that Kayal rubbed the bridge of his nose.
Damn it, what is this Organization? Kayal was furious. The most crucial thing for persuasion was information, but now he was just a child he had met by chance, trying to intervene between five people and convince them to surrender to him. It was incredibly difficult!
"Haha." The beautiful blonde with wavy hair smiled, sheathing her sword on her back: "I've also become soft-hearted, because of that child."
"It's time to go, Clare. Go to the inn and pack your luggage. We can't trouble the people in town anymore. Get ready to leave." She took two steps back and said to the girl with tea-colored long hair.
The girl, who was probably three or four years younger than Kayal and his companions, nodded obediently and ran into the inn.
"Although I cannot join your family and become your subordinate, you are truly excellent." The charm exuded by the smiling blonde with wavy hair was moving.
"Alright, although I don't quite understand you, and you don't quite understand us, I still hope you will join, even though I know you will reject this one hundred percent." Kayal was a bit dejected. He shook his head: "Alright, I am the Duke of Red Leaf Ridge. I hope that when you are at your wit's end, you will remember Red Leaf Ridge."
At least plant an impression in this woman's heart, so that when they can no longer hold on, they will come to Red Leaf Ridge, even if it's just for protection.
Kayal thought so.
Shrugging, the blonde with wavy hair took the luggage handed to her by the little girl.
"Teresa, I brought everything, even the things Teresa wears at her waist." The girl said as if presenting a treasure.
"You even went out of your way to bring it. It must be heavy." The blonde with wavy hair said with a smile. Now, she should be called Teresa.
"No, it's fine." The little girl was very understanding.
"Then thank you for your help, goodbye." Teresa turned her head, smiled and nodded at Kayal, then took the girl's hand and walked out of the city step by step.
Lying on the ground, Irene watched the two leave, her face filled with unwillingness.
A while later, Irene slowly got up, looking at their retreating figures, and said in disbelief: "Unbelievable, that, that smiling Teresa, actually showed mercy... If it were before, Priscilla would probably have had her head cut off long ago. In any case, our hope has been preserved." Dragging injuries that would be fatal to an ordinary person, she came to Priscilla's side and strictly admonished Priscilla: "Don't cry! Nothing is over! What happens next is the key…"
On the other side.
"Forget it, let's go. What just happened has exposed our identities, and it's troublesome without knowing who the lord here is." Kayal glared at Gawain. Although he remembered this being Gawain's family territory, that was memory from over ten years ago. Who knew if the lord here was at odds with his father and Gawain's father?
So it's better to leave quickly. Anyway, it will be over tomorrow. Let's quickly finish watching this asymmetrical war and then go back to establish an intelligence agency. Kayal was already utterly frustrated with being completely in the dark, like a blind man.
Gawain nodded and went to the back of the stable to fetch the horses. As for luggage, they didn't bring much, so there was no need for such trouble. The most valuable things they had were only Kayal's sapphire ring and the horses.
"Unforgivable!!!" A loud shout suddenly erupted from over there, and the whirlwind it created instantly knocked Kayal and Atoris down.
There was no warning at all. Kayal only saw a dark shadow suddenly flash past him, then it shot onto the rooftop. The instantaneous burst of power caused the roof to collapse immediately, and the figure flew out like a rocket.
"Was that… Priscilla just now?" Kayal's mind was filled with the distorted face that had floated past his eyes, as he muttered to himself uncertainly.
"Damn it, something must have happened." Kayal sharply blew a whistle, and in less than five seconds, the little Unicorn appeared before him, trotting across the rooftops.
"Let's go! Atoris!!" Kayal mounted the horse and extended his hand to Atoris.
Atoris hesitated for only a moment, then unreservedly grabbed Kayal's hand, jumped onto the horse's back, and hugged Kayal's waist.
"Kay, what happened?" Gawain, who had come out with his large horse, asked loudly, looking at Kayal who was already on horseback.
"Don't ask so many questions, let's go." Kayal grabbed the horse's mane, then suddenly waved his hand, and three balls of light enveloped Irene and the other two Claymores.
"Go!" Kayal didn't know if he was talking to the three Claymores or Gawain, he just patted the horse's neck, and the little Unicorn galloped in the direction Kayal pointed.
Following closely beside the continuously accelerating little Unicorn, Gawain was still very unaccustomed to such high speed: "Kay, what happened?"
"That guy went berserk just now." This was the first time Kayal had shown such a grim expression in front of the two of them. Until now, Kayal had always been calm, composed, smiling, with no problem that could stump him, and always graceful in their eyes.
This time, the problem might be quite big. In Kayal's mind, clues were constantly being connected or denied and cut off.
Thinking of the face that had already become monstrous, Kayal felt terror for the first time.
"Up there." The sound of swords clashing echoed like a storm, traveling very far, and the source was on the slope of the high mountain.
"Go up!" Kayal shouted.
Facing the slope, Gawain should be glad there were no rocks, otherwise his little demon horse would not be able to keep up with the little Unicorn, which leaped like a Tibetan antelope.
Gawain looked at the little Unicorn with extreme envy; it had already proven its superiority along the way.
When they arrived at the scene, they saw the completely monstrous Priscilla rapidly fighting Teresa. The monstrous Priscilla not only had a monster-like face, but her fighting style also allowed her arms to bend and form curved attacks, which was simply too abnormal.
"What exactly is going on?" Kayal muttered to himself, watching the battle between the beauty and the beast.