After comforting his fragile students, Kailar finally got some rest. To be honest, saving hundreds of people had severely overdrawn his mental energy.
Barefoot, Kailar huddled in the corner of the room, his long hair, stained with blood, covering his face and expression completely. The crimson sunset and the corner of the room made Kailar look like a ghost from a horror movie, curled up in the corner of the room.
A maid knocked on the door from outside: "Young Master, don't you need to take a bath?"
"No, you can go. I want to rest for a while." Kailar's voice was a little hoarse, a slightly tired sound reaching the maid's ears through the door.
The maid bowed slightly and said softly: "I understand."
… "Teresa, has your life been like this, day in and day out, for ten years?" Kailar slowly raised his head, his eyes full of exhaustion.
Strategizing and personally killing were two completely different things, not to mention that the death of others and the death of his own disciples were also completely different matters.
Kailar just felt so exhausted he was on the verge of collapse, mentally.
Killing others was a cruel thing; his disciples, his loved ones being killed was also a cruel thing. Kailar experienced both cruelties in his first war, so it was no wonder he was on the verge of collapse.
He was not a born general, nor was he a born butcher. Even if he could send thousands, tens of thousands of people to their deaths without hesitation for his plans, it was clear that as a literary youth, he trembled, deep in his soul, when he saw countless people die at his feet, some of whom were closely related to him.
As mentioned before, as a leader, he absolutely could not falter! Even if he was on the verge of collapse, he absolutely could not show even the slightest weakness in front of his subordinates, disciples, or common people.
He involuntarily thought of Teresa's experiences, the Claymores' experiences, all the Claymores' experiences… many of them were younger and more tender maidens than himself. Simply by fusing with Yoma flesh and blood, they had to fight for the Organization, for the continent?
Such bloody, intense, and cruel battles?
Looking at Kailar's rare, vulnerable face, Teresa gently approached him and embraced him: "Yes, this is our mission. Now, adapt to it, then rest for a while, and it's your responsibility to save more people, Kailar."
"I watched you grow up, I know you…" Teresa gently stroked Kailar's back, comforting him.
"Mm…" Gently inhaling the scent of gardenias on her, Kailar softly closed his eyes and murmured: "Wake me up in half an hour, Teresa."
"Sweet dreams." Gently lifting Kailar, Teresa placed him on the bed, then pushed the door open and walked out.
Outside were three Claymores, Artoria, and several of Kailar's leading disciples.
"How is he?!" A little impatient, Sofia was naturally quick-tempered. As Claymores, their hearing and sight were incredibly sharp. She had, of course, heard the conversation between Teresa and Kailar inside. A little worried, she asked first.
"Mm, still a little fragile, but I believe the familiar Kailar will be back after a good sleep." A gentle smile appeared on her face, and Teresa nodded slightly, allowing everyone to quietly relax.
"But what should we do? If Master is asleep, many decisions might not be made, but waking Master would only make him more tired…" Agons said with a frown.
"Artoria, you go," Teresa said with a relaxed smile, instructing, "You see, you are Kailar's woman, aren't you? Kailar's mother also often acted as regent in his father's stead when he went to war."
"Nonsense, nonsense, nonsense, nonsense, nonsense… What nonsense are you spouting!" Artoria's face flushed as she gesticulated wildly, her cowlick, a perfect mood detector, twirling wildly with her flustered emotions, looking utterly adorable.
"Alright! That's how it'll be! Lily! Come with me!" With a stern face, Agons had followed Kailar for ten years and understood this woman. Good strategic vision and extremely decisive judgment were her hallmarks. Although sometimes decisiveness meant less planning, this was precisely the time when decisiveness was needed!
Grabbing Artoria, Agons directly ignored Artoria's flustered and pleading gaze and dragged her towards that direction.
Although he was very dissatisfied with Artoria, a guard knight, having a relationship with her master, the two did have this relationship. Now, in all of Red Leaf Ridge, the person with the deepest connection to Kailar, besides the Old Madam, was only Artoria—from a purely relational perspective!
"Shh~" Teresa let out a soft whistle: "Now Kailar can sleep a little longer."
The other three Claymores smiled and began to set up their guard perimeters.
Clearly, while educating his disciples, Kailar had not forgotten to educate his guards: the Claymores.
Firstly, the Claymores' education was led by Teresa, supplemented by Cassandra and Irene, focusing on the systematic study of Yoki manipulation techniques and movement. Secondly, there was Kailar's scientific education—to be honest, the Organization was too harsh and disgusting towards these girls. They only taught them a few basic Claymore methods. In other words, if girls lacked talent or hadn't developed specific methods for Yoki usage, they could only rely on ordinary Yoki bursts to enhance their strength and speed to fight their predecessors: the Awakened Beings.
And Awakened Beings were ultimate awakened forms that burst with two hundred percent of their Yoki! When Claymores, at a disadvantage in strength and speed, fell into a bitter struggle and had to unleash over eighty percent of their awakening to slay their predecessors, it was likely that the Claymores, fighting in four-person teams, would gain two to three more Awakened Beings—no wonder the Awakened Forms kept increasing endlessly, and the Awakened Beings gradually gained the upper hand, shrinking the Organization's territory to such a small area.
What Kailar taught the girls was positioning, prediction, and true, orthodox knight sword skills, taught by Artoria, who was much weaker than the girls but a legitimate knight.
It was evident that through systematic learning and in-depth techniques, the girls grew stronger, and their control over Yoki became more precise, resulting in no third Awakened Being under Kailar's command, apart from one accidental awakening!
If the Organization knew about this, they would probably jump off a building!