"Hahahahaha…" In a luxurious palace, the King laughed heartily. Though his delicate physique usually made people think he lacked power, at this moment, the King's dominance was fully displayed as he roared with laughter in the hall, one hand holding a parchment scroll and the other covering his forehead.
After a long while, the King stopped laughing, composed himself, and asked, "Morgan, what do you think of that Andre boy?"
Below the throne stood the golden-haired, curly-haired Morgan.
"Hmph, while he is very talented, he understands too little about politics." The mere fourteen-year-old Morgan hugged her ample chest, proud as a peacock. "This will bring disaster to his family—offending the dignity of the Royal Family will lead to death sooner or later. That arrogant fellow."
"Haha, Morgan, you are still too green! Compared to that fellow." King Uther laughed heartily.
"That boy already figured out that I wouldn't do anything to his family. No, I should say I wouldn't do anything to his father." King Uther's smile and Kayal's calculations were equally shrewd.
"Our unspoken understanding began the moment he proposed this bill. He had already accurately gauged my relationship with his father. I wouldn't be angry with him because of this bill, and he, in turn, presented this bill to me. His intention is simple: use Red Leaf Ridge as a pilot. If Red Leaf Ridge succeeds, then this is his gift to me. And if Red Leaf Ridge fails, I won't hold him responsible, because he failed." King Uther laughed, pleased with his daughter's answer, but compared to that little monster Kayal, she still had a long way to go!
Morgan felt bitter.
"Morgan, take a look," King Uther said, tossing the parchment scroll to Morgan, then stroked his chin and smiled again. "To actually use the system of the Roman Republic… Tiberius would surely go mad if he heard… Speaking of which, Tiberius's health isn't good, is it… I hope that guy dies of anger."
Tiberius was Claudius, the current Roman Emperor, son of the great Roman Emperor Augustus, and father of the future tyrant Nero.
Claudius was already in his twilight years. Nearing sixty, he and King Uther were evenly matched opponents, frequently crossing the English Channel to invade Camelot. The two had been bitter rivals since they ascended to power. However, King Uther still had a glimmer of hope with Atoris, whereas Claudius, the unfortunate man, had two daughters born to him so far, and his Empress, Agrippina, was a typical vixen. The daily troubles she caused left Claudius exasperated. Although King Uther's wife, Igraine, was also a widow, King Uther was proud that his wife was definitely much better than the treacherous vixen Agrippina, who brought chaos to the nation.
This had always been a source of his pride.
Looking at the parchment scroll in her hand, Morgan slowly furrowed her brows. She had always demanded much of herself as the King's first heir, and she had always followed King Uther, navigating the politics among the lords. This was the first time she had faced political tactics from a peer and completely missed the hidden message. Was this the unspoken understanding between a top King and a top minister?
Although one was at least fifty, and the other only nine, a complete two generations apart, like a grandfather and grandson, they had so tacitly completed the implementation of the new policy. Morgan, who didn't know what reform was, also didn't know what impact this decree would have on Camelot. But on the surface, this decree was undoubtedly excellent: it could stimulate the spirit of Camelot, making it martial! Progressive! Diligent! Striving!
When a nation fully mobilizes, the energy it generates can bring about immense progress in an instant… He's only nine and already at this level… Morgan sighed softly. She felt a lot of pressure; she still had a long way to go in her future.
And what was Kayal, the central figure of their discussion, doing now? He was doing perverted things and saying perverted words with a gentle smile on his face… Well, he was just simply asking the Claymores to take off their clothes.
The problem was what came next.
As Kayal's loyal follower, Priscilla's clothes instantly burst open. Her delicate, developing, upright figure, with a pair of small, modest breasts (harmonious with that, you know), stood before everyone.
The other four, who had been quite calm, immediately blushed. Thank Irene for her perpetually cold expression; even with slightly reddened cheeks now, there was no hint of shyness, at most just a blush.
Sophia and Rolulia were completely red-faced like young maidens. Despite being in their twenties, having lived in the Organization and never interacted with humans, they were completely tender lambs, shy, blushing, and with steam constantly rising from their heads, all indicating… they were embarrassed!
Especially Teresa, who had always maintained a smile, now with a red face… it was really conspicuous!
"Alright, girls, I know you're shy." Kayal made a shy expression, feigned of course. "But you have to let me do my job, let me examine your bodies. Perhaps I can help you, you never know."
Sophia was completely won over by Kayal. Biting her lip, she made up her mind, and suddenly, she unfastened some buttons. Her armor, shoulder guards, leaf guards, and the sword sheath on her back all came off.
And of course, her Claymore.
Sophia, in her tight-fitting clothes, appeared very nervous, not only because of shyness but also fear: fear that after Kayal saw their bodies, this only remaining boy who regarded them as humans would disappear, and fear that her ugly body would scare Kayal.
The hearts of the Claymore girls were fragile and sensitive.
Since betraying the Organization, Rolulia had always been inseparable from Sophia. With Teresa's arrogance and Irene's coldness, only Sophia was her equal in strength, and they also had similar temperaments. After their initial squabbles, they slowly became familiar and then good friends.
Seeing Sophia undress, Rolulia, who was already naturally bold, no longer hesitated. After stripping completely, she realized her good friend was still hesitating about whether to take off her underwear… Even Rolulia, despite her boldness, instantly blushed.
Instead, Rolulia's actions gave courage to the others, from Sophia to Irene. It was Teresa, seemingly arrogant, who couldn't let go, fumbling and unable to undress. After the dual baptism of Clare and Kayal, Teresa's inner self was actually the closest to human among the Claymores—even though to others, she seemed to disregard humans the most, in the eyes of those she valued, she was actually more sensitive!