"Hello, Elder Kayal." She stood up slightly and bowed, her movements full of elegance, like a noble, but Kayal keenly noticed the subtle differences.
"Oh... It seems the Organization has included socializing within noble circles in its curriculum." Kayal rested his chin, his gaze like a torch as he scrutinized Galatea from head to toe. Galatea had been scrutinized by such a gaze before when she pretended to be an ordinary person, but now, unlike the complete disregard from before, Galatea felt quite uncomfortable, as if countless little ants were crawling all over her.
Startled by Kayal's words, Galatea finally realized how astute Kayal's so-called unparalleled wisdom truly was.
But then a smile appeared on her face, and Galatea grew even more confident in her plan—as long as she could convince the man in front of her!
"Then, Miss Galatea, I can clearly see that your purpose is not to pledge allegiance to me," because if it were, she would immediately be surrounded by Claymores asking about the Organization's new situation, instead of being treated with courtesy by Teresa.
"Can you tell me your intentions?" Kayal asked with a smile. He appeared quite gentlemanly, which, of course, would be enough to make ordinary women swoon and fall in love, but for a Claymore, it only increased their favorable impression a little.
For the Claymore girls, being treated equally and seen as human was the most important thing.
"Yes." Galatea composed herself, looking at the man in front of her who also had silver hair. After he defeated Scotland, he could almost be considered the most powerful man on this continent. (This continent refers to the European continent; before the concept of continents, all landmasses were considered continents.) As long as she convinced this man... everything would be fine.
Galatea suddenly found herself feeling a little nervous.
With a confident smile, Galatea looked at the surrounding area, filled with her Claymore companions, and somehow felt at ease. Her gaze met Kayal's gentle eyes steadily, and she calmly said, "I presume you all understand what kind of existence the Organization is after leaving it."
"And I am here today for this very matter." Galatea stood up and declared passionately, "I am eighty percent certain that this Organization is an outsider—it came here from another continent!"
"To fight against creatures called [Dragons] in their homeland, they deliberately incited wars, causing most children to lose their parents. They then used these unclaimed children for inhumane experiments. After the first few batches of male test subjects died, they turned their attention to female test subjects, which created us!"
"And what we call [slaying demons] are either the demons they released or our awakened companions from the past! They treat our deaths and our past as data points to adjust their so-called [strongest weapon] against Dragons!"
"I cannot accept this! I absolutely cannot accept these guys!" Galatea cried hysterically, "They don't see us as humans at all; we are simply livestock they raised!"
Galatea's words resonated with everyone. The girls, their faces filled with sorrow and grief, leaned on each other for comfort, and their gazes towards Galatea became a little softer.
In fact, combining Kayal's previous conjectures, they had already roughly guessed the truth. However, Kayal, considering their capacity to accept it, had not explicitly stated it, so everyone just had a general idea.
"Please calm down." Kayal's hand caressed her tear-stained face. His tear-dampened fingers gently traced her cheek and stopped on her chin.
Kayal's hand seemed to possess magic, and Galatea gradually recovered from her sobs.
"Clearly, Miss Galatea, you are a person with a purpose." Kayal gently patted her delicate neck, nodded, took two steps back, and sat back in his seat, saying.
"To understand the entire structure of the Organization so clearly in such a short few years of being a Claymore... I understand your resolve..."
Kayal mused, nodding, "And I also somewhat understand your intentions."
"I presume you want me to lead an army to flatten the Organization? I'm sorry, I cannot agree to that decision." Kayal gently shook his head, uttering heartless words, and Galatea's face showed disappointment.
"You only see the Organization." Kayal gently crossed his legs and rested his arm on them, his fair, slender fingers pointing out the window as he smiled softly: "And what I see... is the entire world!" Kayal radiated a dazzling light, like a true sun... His ambition directly illuminated the entire European continent.
"However... there is one thing I am very interested in. Can you help me complete this task?" Kayal stroked his chin, looking at Galatea with a sidelong glance and a smile.
Kayal invited Galatea into his study for a secret discussion.
The two talked for an entire afternoon.
In the end, no one knew what they talked about, even though many Claymore girls pressed their ears against the wall but still couldn't hear a single word from Kayal.
Finally, Galatea left with a smile on her face, and when everyone asked Kayal about it, he simply smiled without speaking.
Even Teresa and the others were like this.
Of course, they didn't know how crucial this seemingly casual move by Kayal would be in revitalizing the entire Seventh Bureau in the future, nor did they know how many years into the future Kayal's foresight extended. They could only secretly wonder in their hearts what the two had discussed in the study.
At this time, Kayal had already ridden his Unicorn back to the Royal City, because there, his students were already eagerly awaiting him with their assignments.
Kayal's lips curved into an interested smile as he looked at the gradually clearer outline of the Royal City, a massive urban center. Kayal couldn't help but murmur to himself: What kind of innovations will the concentrated genius minds of the era's top military talents bring me?
Kayal was truly very interested!
As the saying goes, 'the stones of other hills may be used to polish one's own jade.' Kayal did not cling to the notion that his own ideas were the most advanced or the best.