They all call me Great Master

This is where the injured reside.

Even the classrooms are filled with people who are unable to move.

The chaos that erupted during the day, despite Arthur's side intentionally controlling the direction of attacks, still resulted in many students and their parents getting injured.

Of course, aside from the dean, there hadn't been any true deaths.

But this also meant that Jimte and Kalal couldn't fight the injured for beds.

Pa!

A sheathed longsword was slapped against the blanket.

At the moment the longsword struck, Jimte swiftly dodged.

His movements were agile and quick.

Kalal looked at Jimte and slowly said.

"It seems you're fully recovered.

Let's go!

Stop lightening the mood, you know it—we need to face it together.

Besides...

It's just delivering a message."

Jimte immediately rolled his eyes.

"Do you believe such words?

Can't you hear the hesitation in his voice?"

"I can't hear it."

Kalal said seriously.

But the next moment, the young swordsman added a line—

"All I heard was that the master was having a midnight snack.

And enjoying it.

That kind of joy, it's my first time hearing it."

Jimte didn't refute this.

The swallowing sounds when Arthur passed on the message were crystal clear to him, beyond dispute, and moreover, that joy made Jimte involuntarily speculate.

"What exactly was he eating?"

"I don't know.

But it must be extremely delicious."

Kalal shook his head while stuffing a sausage into his mouth.

The young swordsman devoured it voraciously.

The young swordsman wanted to capture the feeling of his master having a midnight snack.

But something always seemed a little off.

However, even if something was off, the sausage in his mouth still became delicious.

This was a kind of—

Contagion!

Influence from the master.

Jimte couldn't help but marvel at Kalal's 'pure' demeanor.

Kalal, he, and Hayes were different.

Kalal was purely pure.

What about him and Hayes?

Too many thoughts.

Especially after deciding to follow Arthur, Kalal became even more pure, as if he had thrown away his mind, leaving only the sword in his hand and the master's orders.

What about him and Hayes?

They naturally obeyed the master's orders.

Then, they would always gather information on the situation, making plan after plan.

Most of these plans were rarely used.

But they needed to ensure that if something happened, they could have a corresponding plan ready.

This was the resolve he and Hayes had as followers.

Of course, the two of them had an understanding to manage their respective areas, and occasionally complement each other.

"Let's go!

Let's meet Ms. Anna."

Jimte said as he stood up.

Kalal followed after.

The two of them met Anna near the corridor of the college's entrance hall, and beside this woman stood the Old Lion's younger son, Pistri Hamlet.

Besides the Old Lion's younger son, there were a few student representatives—Ms. Anna, who herself was part of the college security, naturally had an advantage when dealing with the students.

Especially during the day, this woman had saved fifteen students.

The fifteen students who faced certain death from stray arrows, the worst injury was merely a graze.

This greatly elevated Anna's reputation among the students.

Thus, the armed strength belonging to the students within the college was now under this woman's control.

No one questioned it.

"Good evening, Jimte, Kalal."

While Anna was assigning the Night Watchmen and Patrol to the student representatives, the Old Lion's younger son approached Jimte and Kalal, greeting them—although the Old Lion's younger son didn't appear as active on the Inner Bay stage as his elder brother, he would participate in some necessary gatherings, slaughters, and priest rituals.

So, the three naturally knew each other.

"Good evening, Pistri."

Jimte, Kalal politely responded.

This politeness was mixed with a strong sense of detachment, an air of estrangement.

The Old Lion's younger son immediately smiled wryly.

He understood why it was like this.

His identity.

The identity of the Old Lion's younger son.

After his two elder brothers died, he became the first in line to inherit the Inner Bay.

And such an identity caused the two before him, who should have been allies, to remain wary.

Pistri understood this.

Moreover, he didn't bother explaining.

He knew any explanation would be feeble.

He would use his actions to show everyone that more than being the first heir to the Inner Bay, he hoped to do something more valuable and meaningful.

For instance: improving the lives of commoners.

As for specifics?

Building a semi-charitable school in the Docklands.

Charging a small amount of money to give commoners the chance to learn literacy.

He came to Anna for this.

It was known that, apart from private tutors for Nobles, 'St. Joan of Arc Girls' College' boasted one of the best faculties in the Inner Bay.

He hoped to borrow several teachers.

Of course, he would pay them the highest salary.

The Docklands, populated mostly by commoners, were rarely visited by dignified people, much less teach them.

But Pistri believed money would move them.

And this was the first step.

Once enough people on the docks achieved literacy, he would initiate the second step—

Teaching skills!

It could be carpentry, blacksmithing, or even cooking.

If commoners wanted to learn these livelihood skills, they would have to pay a significant price.

If possible, he hoped to reduce this cost.

Yet, publicly teaching such skills held by a few would be extremely difficult.

First, he would have to face the angry carpenters, blacksmiths, cooks, etc.

And not to mention finding teachers among them.

So, before completing the first step, he absolutely wouldn't reveal the second step to the public.

'Only when knowledge becomes fair will society become fair!'

Pistri quietly clenched his fist.

This was his dream, and it was also the goal he aimed to achieve throughout his life.

After indicating his intentions to Jimte and Kalal, the Old Lion's younger son headed to his room—to achieve his dream, he needed to overcome the current ordeal.

Although he trusted Arthur, Pistri would not be unprepared.

Just in case, after all.

"This guy seems changed somehow."

Kalal, with his swordsman's intuition, sensed a certain brilliance around Pistri.

"Seems so."

Jimte glanced at the back of the Old Lion's younger son, remaining indifferent.

To Jimte, he preferred seeing a dead Pistri.

Even with the contract in place, it was still the same.

With Pistri alive, he represented a hindrance to the master's plan to unify the Inner Bay.

'Should I create an accident?

No, it's too obvious at this moment.

I need to endure for a bit longer.'

Jimte pondered internally.

Meanwhile, Anna finally finished her task assignments—for these 'novices,' Anna didn't show even a tinge of impatience.

She was not only patient but also serious.

Because of the sense of satisfaction.

She couldn't remember the last time anyone listened to her explanations so patiently.

Especially with those respectful eyes, which gave Anna an unparalleled sense of accomplishment.

Far better than being with those four pesky women.

Those four pesky women only ever sneered at her.

Even though she was the boss.

Of course, compared to Marinda...

Just as she was about to affirm Marinda's importance.

But thinking of those young girls' respectful and admiring eyes, Anna hesitated slightly.

'Why am I hesitating?

Could it be...

No! No!'

The lady quickly shook her head, shaking off that unreliable thought.

Jimte and Kalal exchanged a subtle glance.

This woman seemed a bit off!

Internally assessing her, Jimte stepped forward, representing his master, to extend an invitation—

"Ms. Anna, I come on behalf of my master.

We would like to invite Lady Cassandra for a family gathering.

The time will be—

Tomorrow at noon."