By evening, the village's main hall was packed to the brim.
Kyle stood at the front with a chalk in hand, staring at the sea of eager eyes.
Adults, mostly older men and women, were seated on hastily assembled benches, some even standing in the back just to listen in.
Bruce stood by the door, eyebrows raised.
"Didn't think this many would show up, young master."
"I expected a crowd, but not this much enthusiasm. Seems people are more hungry for knowledge than food right now."
Kyle replied calmly, glancing over the room.
One of the elderly men raised a hand timidly.
"Young master… will we be learning how to read today?"
"Yes. We'll begin with letters and move to common words. But before that, I need to split you into smaller groups."
Kyle nodded.
A few mutters rippled across the hall.
Kyle raised his voice slightly.
