"Does everyone have enough?" Kayal asked loudly, walking back and forth through the ranks. He had to make sure everyone had something to eat and everyone was full.
Suddenly, someone couldn't help but cry. The sobbing sound seemed like a signal, and more than half of the six thousand people in the entire square began to cry.
"What's wrong! What's wrong!" Kayal was a bit at a loss with the current situation: "What happened!"
"Hey, child, what's wrong?" Kayal knelt down and asked, stroking a girl's head.
"No, boo... hiss... I suddenly remembered my mother's taste, and I don't know why the tears just kept falling." The girl ate her food while sobbing, and the large tears falling into the sweet soup didn't bother her.
...Kayal could only silently watch these traumatized children, shedding tears while he stroked their heads, comforting their hearts.
Unfortunately, he was only one person, and he only had two hands. His maximum capacity was only to comfort two children.
Thank God he still had a mouth!
Taking a few steps to the very front, Kayal shouted: "No home? It's right here! No relatives? Look around you! No parents? I am! We don't need tears! We don't need weakness! We are the noblest Camelot people! Show me your backbone! Show me if you have ambition! Do you have it!!"
"Ya! Ya! Ya!!" It was the boys who were passionate, shouting first after hearing Kayal's words, and then slowly, like a tide, the sound of "Ya! Ya! Ya!" became a chorus.
"From today onwards, you are my disciples! I will assign your courses according to your talents! I will wholeheartedly teach you all my knowledge! For the next ten years! You won't have it easy!"
"Ya! Ya! Ya!" It seemed to have become their slogan, and the entire square was filled with shouts of "Ya! Ya!"
"All Hail Camelot! All Hail Camelot! All Hail Camelot!!!" Kayal raised his hands and shouted.
"All Hail Camelot! All Hail Camelot! All Hail Camelot!!!" The cheers, like a mountain and a tsunami, were like the shouts of souls. Atoris, standing behind Kayal, couldn't help but shed tears. Standing among these children shouting "Long live Camelot," the shouts from the depths of their souls were like a baptism, moving everyone. "All Hail Camelot! All Hail Camelot! All Hail Camelot!!!" Even Atoris, even Cyber, couldn't help but join in the shouting.
Kayal greatly enjoyed this feeling of a mountain and a tsunami of cheers. He had already set the future destiny of Camelot: the form of government would, of course, be a constitutional monarchy. As a leader, being betrayed to the point of national collapse clearly meant King Arthur was not a qualified leader. However, as a military marshal, any of the twelve battles against the Anglo-Saxons were classic, textbook-like tactical plans. It could only be said that King Arthur was politically naive, rather than accusing him of tactical errors.
What a joke! A king who could return to his country and put down a rebellion after his army was decimated was awesome, no matter what!
So, Kayal serving as prime minister and the King serving as marshal of the army was Kayal's future goal. Of course, whether the King would be so obedient was not within Kayal's calculations. Kayal only calculated what he could control. He had no desire to fathom the unpredictable human heart. He just had to do his best, and time would naturally reveal the human heart!
After a busy night, finally, everyone's names were registered. The children, however, were sprawled out, asleep in the square.
The maids, one by one, carried blankets and covered them, diligently and responsibly. Kayal walked towards his bedroom, followed by Cyber, carrying a pile of scrolls, and his bodyguard, Atoris.
"Then, Young Master, I'll go put away the documents." Cyber seemed to notice Atoris's hesitation, bowed slightly, smiled, and then turned to leave.
"That..." Atoris, who had tried to speak several times, still hadn't said anything by the time they reached Kayal's bedroom.
"Hmm. What do you want to say?" Kayal asked gently, taking off his clothes and putting on soft silk pajamas.
"Kayal, can I attend the classes?" Atoris's face was flushed like a ripe apple when she spoke, especially since she usually had a serious, rigid demeanor, her current blushing face made her even more alluring.
"Of course." Kayal smiled and sat on the edge of the bed, nodding gently: "But as my personal guard, you must choose your own courses."
"Yes." Atoris nodded and replied.
"How about it, want to come up and sleep together?" Kayal patted the bed, teasing.
"Don't, don't joke!" Atoris's face, which had slowly returned to normal, turned red again, she shouted, turned around, and strode towards the door.
"Now, Atoris." Kayal's words made Atoris pause, "What?" Her face was flushed, and she dared not turn back to let Kayal laugh at her.
"You look very pretty as a girl, don't always dress like a man." Kayal said playfully, then lay down on the bed. "Good night."
"Ah? Mm, good night." As if there was some monstrous flood behind her, Atoris didn't even have time to blow out the lamp before closing the door and running out.
Kayal, wrapped in his quilt, suddenly turned over and murmured: "Good night, Teresa."
"Mm. Good night." Sitting in the dark corner was none other than the No. 1 Claymore, Teresa! With a faint smile, Teresa closed her silver eyes and fell into a doze.
A figure, evading everyone's perception and detection, slowly entered Kayal's bedroom. After lifting the blanket, it smoothly entered Kayal's warm embrace.
The next morning, looking at the tea-haired girl sleeping like a kitten in his arms, Kayal could only smile bitterly and shake his head.
After a series of experiments, it was finally confirmed that Priscilla didn't recognize people by their faces, but by their aura! She would be afraid of Teresa's aura, and she would feel dependent and relaxed with Kayal's aura. As for others, she disliked the faint demonic aura of the Claymores, and when facing true demons, it was killing intent, along with other different reactions.
Dressed, Kayal walked, buttoning his sleeves. Western formal wear was good in every way, except for too many buttons, which was troublesome.
Looking at the six thousand boys and girls who were fully awake and eating breakfast in the square, Kayal felt very relieved.
He strode forward, his heart incredibly at ease.
The first lesson is about to begin! Brats! Are you ready!