When Kayal ordered twenty people to be killed, Artoria's brow furrowed slightly.
As a knight, she should not bully the weak, but if this were before she became king, Lily might have righteously protested strongly to Kayal.
However, after so many battles, big and small, Artoria had learned to listen, think, and ask before acting.
That last one was something that only happened in bed. For the dignity of her King, Artoria had always been working hard to "put on airs."
Artoria didn't react, and the loudest Scottish finally realized that the Knights of Camelot were even fiercer!
Guarding against their attacks, even stones or crossbow bolts and hunting bows, the Knights held their longswords, their faces grim, scanning among the Scottish.
Because of their national differences, they disliked the Scottish from the bottom of their hearts.
So when Kayal, whose prestige was second only to the King, and who was particularly well-regarded in internal affairs and benevolent governance, and who everyone privately called "His Highness the Prince," gave an order, and the King did not stop it immediately, those loud Scottish who thought Kayal and his men were pushovers were already doomed.
With a flash of a blade, without hesitation, like using an ox-slaughtering knife to kill a chicken, they, like lions pouncing on rabbits but not using their full strength, had already cut down one or two people with just a flick of their hands.
Not one more, not one less, exactly twenty.
This cleared a large area between the two sides, an area where townsfolk lay bleeding to death on the ground, having been slashed in the main artery or stabbed through the heart, without a sound.
The entire scene instantly fell silent.
No one dared to speak loudly anymore, fearing it would bring about their own demise.
"Alright," Kayal gently pulled up the clothes of the half-undressed girl in his arms, placed her on the ground, and let her stand up on her own.
Then, he smiled and asked, "Now, could someone from the town, someone who can speak, please step forward and slowly, logically, and in a language we can understand, recount the beginning, middle, and end of this whole affair?" Kayal was showing a tendency to become even more sinister.
The smiling Kayal was more terrifying than the grim-faced knights; his first words made everyone in the town take a step back.
It was clear that his indifferent attitude, where he began by killing and treated human lives as worthless, made everyone feel cold in their bodies, teeth, and hearts.
No one dared to speak.
After about half a minute of silence, an old man, trembling, was finally forced forward by the gazes of others.
Kayal had good reason to believe that all the persecution of the green-haired girl was due to this old man's stubbornness and even prejudice.
Kayal had seen many such old ghosts in ancestral halls in the villages of formerly developing countries: stubborn, unyielding, and using their age as leverage to exploit others' respect for elders.
Kayal seemed to have suffered losses in the past and had no good impression of the old man.
But Kayal, showing no emotion on his face, held out his hand and said in a calm tone, "Speak, the cause, course, and outcome of the matter."
"Cough, cough…" He coughed twice, looking at the cold, expressionless knights and the young men of the town lying in pools of blood.
Ultimately, he didn't maintain the air of a town leader, but chuckled dryly and said in celtic, "Esteemed Sir, you do not know what kind of being is behind you.
Her evil makes the sun lose its light.
Please, Sir Knights, punish her immediately."
Kayal smiled faintly, noncommittally, while the other knights exchanged glances and burst into laughter.
Evil? Kayal's gaze fixed on them, wanting to know what they meant by "evil."
His light, his holy light, was extremely sensitive to what they called darkness; it wasn't about restraint, but opposition, like the two sides of a mirror, like yin and yang, like darkness and light.
It wasn't about which was right or wrong.
Because of this, Kayal found it difficult to socialize with Remilia; even ten years of friendship hadn't made Remilia compromise.
Clearly, the light on his body was very annoying to Remilia, the Vampire Lady.
Even if Kayal was likable, their attributes were incompatible...
But Kayal hadn't felt anything annoying from the green-haired girl just now...
In other words, the "evil" that even light didn't acknowledge was merely a projection of the evil in the hearts of these townspeople...
Just as humans blame death on weapons, it is they themselves who pull the trigger!
A cold sneer flashed across Kayal's lips, then he adopted a serious expression, as if he had been moved and was merely listening intently.
"This witch has enchanted everyone in our town; hardly anyone can refuse her demands.
Even two young men dueled to the death because of her.
She used some magic to manipulate all of us in the palm of her hand!" The old man looked as if he was weeping, but there were no tear stains on his old face, which resembled dead tree bark.
He merely squinted his small eyes, observing Kayal's expression.
Seeing that Kayal showed no reaction, he seemed to make some kind of decision.
"And this woman is a monster! She is immortal! We can't even kill her!" He had originally planned to interrogate her and then become immortal himself, but now it seemed this woman truly was a witch who would bring disaster.
She had to be killed.
"He's lying," C.C. said softly, pulling at Kayal's coattail from behind him.
Kayal reached back and gently patted her hand, which was already smudged with charcoal, without any hint of disgust or disdain.
He just patted it and then gently held it.
As if seeing Kayal's action, the old man became even more impassioned, spitting as he spoke: "And young people in our village are often found dead, drained of all their blood! It must be this witch's doing!
Before, we were under her magic and didn't realize it, but now, if we don't quickly kill her, she will surely keep sucking blood in the future!!" The old man was very agitated, but he didn't see the expressions exchanged between the man in the white robe and the golden-haired woman in the white fur cloak.
Kayal and Artoria had strange expressions; they frequently entered Gensokyo and knew exactly what these symptoms meant.
Could there actually be Vampires outside of Gensokyo?!
Kayal frowned slightly, then suddenly bent down and asked C.C., "C.C., do you know what the thing on you is called?"
"I heard her say it, it's called Code Geass," C.C. replied weakly.