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 curled up in the corner of the room, his long, downcast hair completely obscuring his expression and face. With blood-stained hair, the dim red sunset, and the corner of the room, Kailar was curled up like a ghost from a horror movie.
Outside, a maid knocked on the door: "Young Master, do you not need a bath?"
"No need, you may leave. 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, is this the kind of life you've lived for ten years, day in and day out?" Kailar slowly raised his head, his eyes full of exhaustion.
Planning and personally engaging in slaughter were two completely different things, not to mention that the deaths of others and his own disciples were entirely separate matters.
Kailar just felt so mentally exhausted that he was on the verge of collapse.
Killing others is a cruel thing, and having one's own disciples and loved ones killed is 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 a born butcher. Even if he could send thousands, even tens of thousands of people to their deaths without hesitation for his plans, it was clear that as a literary youth, when he saw countless people die at his feet, some of whom were closely related to him, he trembled, deep in his soul.
As mentioned earlier, as a leader, he absolutely could not falter! Even if he was on the verge of collapse, he absolutely could not show even a hint of weakness in front of his subordinates, disciples, or common people.
He couldn't help but think of Teresa's experiences, the Claymores' experiences, all the Claymores' experiences... Many of them were younger and more tender maidens than he was. Just by fusing with Yoma flesh and blood, they had to fight for the Organization and for the continent?
Such bloody, intense, and cruel battles?
Looking at Kailar's rare, vulnerable face, Teresa gently came before Kailar and embraced him: "Yes, this is our mission. Now, adapt to it, then rest for a while. It's your responsibility to save more people, Kay."
"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 hot-headed. As Claymores, their hearing and sight were incredibly keen. She had, of course, heard the conversation between Teresa and Kailar inside, and being a little worried, she was the first to ask.
"Mm, still a little fragile, but I imagine after a good sleep, the familiar Kay will be back." With a gentle smile on her face, Teresa nodded slightly, allowing everyone to quietly let their hearts settle.
"But what should we do? If Master is asleep, many matters might not be decided, but waking Master would only make him more tired..." Agons said with a frown.
"Artoria, you go." Teresa smiled easily, instructing, "Look, you are Kay's woman, aren't you? Kay's mother also often acted as regent when his father went out to battle."
"N-n-n-n-n... Nonsense!" Artoria's face was flushed, and she flailed her arms, shouting. The ahoge on her head was an absolute mood detector, the golden ahoge spinning wildly due to her flustered mood was truly too adorable.
"Alright! That's how we'll do it! Lily! Come with me!" With a stern face, Agons, who had followed Kailar for ten years, understood this woman. Good strategic vision and decisive judgment were her hallmarks. Although sometimes decisiveness meant less deliberation, this was precisely the time when decisiveness was needed!
Pulling Artoria, Agons directly ignored Artoria's panicked and pleading gaze and dragged her towards that side.
Although he was very displeased about Artoria, as a knight attendant, having a relationship with her master, the two of them did have that connection. Now, in the entire Red Leaf Ridge, besides the Old Madam, the person with the deepest relationship with Kailar was only Artoria—purely in terms of relationship!
"Shhh~" Teresa gently whistled, "Now Kay can sleep a little longer."
The other three Claymores smiled and began to set up their guard perimeters.
Clearly, when Kailar was educating his disciples, he hadn't 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 to these girls. They only taught them a few Claymore techniques. In other words, if girls without talent, who hadn't developed specific Yoki usage methods, could only use 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 number of Awakened Beings kept increasing endlessly, and why they gradually gained the upper hand, shrinking the Organization's territory to such a small area.
What Kailar taught the girls was positioning, prediction, and the true, orthodox knight sword techniques from Artoria, who was much weaker than the girls but a genuine knight.
It was clear that through systematic learning and in-depth techniques, the girls became increasingly powerful. Their control over Yoki became more precise, resulting in no third Awakened Being under Kailar's command, except for one accidental awakening!
If the Organization knew about this, they would probably jump off a building!