Isekai Journey Of The Magic Archer

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The group moved from one place inside the institution to another, observed everything happening here closely, commented on things, and as they moved, the Knight captain became more and more fascinated by the four individuals.

He was now more certain about them being the elders of the past who were here to observe them so that they could suggest certain changes that were needed in this place.

And, as someone who also desired changes, he was glad to hear some of the criticisms from the green hooded lady.

Her every comment on something induced a pinch in his heart but some of them were more relieving than painful.

"The new classroom."

They were now standing before the classroom where the students learned about the teachings of various gods, and the place that had become the new classroom only a few hundred years ago.

"There used to be a different place where classes took place?"

However, as a knight not even a hundred years old, he had never known about any other place that used to be the classroom used for teaching.

It confused him how he had no idea about it, but he was curious, and so he asked a question that he certainly received the answer to.

"There used to be one," the purple hooded lady answered.

There were no known records of such a place either, but he can tell with his truth-detecting eyes that whatever the elder had said just now, was not a lie.

There really existed another classroom where the students of the past were taught by their teachers, and as there was only one classroom for the divine teachings in this entire institution that covered nearly an entire floor, he did not know where else could the other place of teaching have been.

"Which had to be released," she added to her previous answer though, and grabbed the fleeting attention of the knight king once again.

"But that's what reality is." Added the golden hooded Sir with their profound voice that clearly sounded the oldest among the four of them.

There was a subtle sadness in the voice of the golden hooded elder that resonated with the knight captain somehow.

He could tell the feeling the elder was feeling was that of sadness and along with it, there was a presence of acceptance that indicated his acceptance of the given fact.

Which, truthfully, the knight captain failed to grasp clearly.

"Change is eternal and all pervasive."

However, the very next moment he thought he would never understand the thoughts of an Elder, the green hooded critique shed light on the matter, and gave the knight captain the clarity that he needed in order to grasp the situation completely.

"Not even the three goddesses could stop the flow of fate." She added further, giving the knight captain the enlightenment of reality that he already knew about.

"Correct…"

He now understood why they said there was another classroom where the teaching took place and why there was no record of it.

They did not mean it literally, that wasn't the case at all.

By 'There used to be one' answer of the purple hooded lady, he now knew she meant not a certain place where the classes took place in the past but one's self before they understood their Faith.

A state where every element of life was a teaching that led one towards the truth of life, towards the gods they were meant to serve.

The flow of Fate was eternal and all pervasive. It neither stopped for anything or anyone, nor did it discriminate against any being existing in this world.

Even the eternal and all powerful gods were subjected to the flow of Fate, the true flow of Nature, and that was the truth.

One's unintentional worship of their divine before the point they figure out their calling, was nothing more than the turning of the clock like fate.

The change from the state of ignorance to the state of enlightenment, and then one's journey towards the Truth and liberation was what the purpose of all knowledgeable lives was.

He knew all of it as he had studied it all for several years before reaching the position he was in.

"Now…"

This world was reality where they existed. The change was the nature of this reality, which was always led by the flow of fate.

The change that happens is a Truth that nobody in this classroom before them, nobody in this entire world would be able to comprehend. And still, it will be there. Always.

"Let us go in."

"Yes, elder."

Just as how even the goddesses that Weaves the threads of fate could not change, or hinder its flow, the change itself— the quality of the ever flowing Fate- could not be stopped.

-Kreeeee…

-Ka-lap!

He was enlightened once more thanks to the grace of the elders who thought of him as worthy enough to receive this enlightenment.

And as they entered the classroom where all the prospects of the Kaksha received their education on the Temple gods, he knew he was going to remember this day for the rest of his life.

Truthfully, he also knew this was only the start. And that the process of learning from these four enlightened souls had only begun just now.

"Thus the Demon lord of Thunderclouds, shrouded in the swirling tempests of their own essence, questioned amidst the chaos of the battlefield: "Oh, divinity of Construction, what thou be doing on the battlefield of ruin?"

The demon's voice boomed with an unsettling mixture of curiosity and disdain, challenging the very purpose of creation amidst such devastation.

To which, the great god of Construction, the blessed of the foundation of this very institution, spoke with a calm authority: "The creation is a natural process begun at the beginning of creation.

Where there is light, the darkness is bound to exist in that place.

The creation is followed by the destruction. Destruction is followed by creation. And the two exist in eternal perfect harmony with one another."

Their words carried the weight of millennia-old wisdom, revealing the underlying truths of existence. They spoke of creation as an intrinsic part of the cosmic order, a process initiated at the dawn of time itself.

They acknowledged the inevitability of darkness in the presence of light, emphasising that the two are inseparable, each defining the other in a cosmic balance…"

The high priest was teaching the students sitting on not desks or chairs, but on the cold floor.

"The demon lord was perplexed as they heard the words of divinity, as along with the words, Creation sprang forth from the very soil soaked with the blood of the fallen, a testament to the enduring power of life amidst death.

The demon lord, confronted with this display of divine authority, found themselves perplexed, unable to reconcile their understanding of the world with the profound truths laid bare before them."

The students were listening to what the teaching high priest was telling them. Some were writing down some things, some but most of the students were listening to this knowledge.

"Oral traditions are still intact."

"Good."

The normal teaching process was through the display of the knowledge that was known by the teacher to the students who did not understand it.

It was common practice to have a place where the teachers could write or draw things that would make it simpler for the students to understand what the teachers wanted to teach.

That was the common practice in most of the teaching institutions of this world, however in Kaksha, the only modes of teaching were Oral teachings, and sometimes practical demonstrations.

There was no board where they could write in this entire classroom, and even though four unknown individuals had come and sat down on the ground at the very back along with the knight captain, the class was still ongoing like it had been.

"Alright students. You can ask any questions you have now before we continue."

The teaching priest and many students had already noticed the individuals that had walked in at the end, however, it was normal for various people to join them in the class so neither the students nor the teachers had any great reaction to them.

They continued with the class, and the students started asking questions by raising their hands.

"Teacher, so how did the God of construction stop the demon?"

There were students of various ages in this place.

Some of them had been here for a few months, some for some weeks, while some of the students sitting here had lived in this institution for a few years now.

Some were older than many, while some were even as old as the teaching priest and yet, all of them were the students that were learning the same thing.

"Right, teacher. Didn't we learn earlier that Lord Bruhashi could only create and not destroy?"

"Even if the creation is followed by destruction, for someone whose existence alone signifies creation, would destruction of anything by their hands not be considered a contradiction to their existence?" Asked a certain young student with shining bright hair and gold like deep eyes.

And, this question not only picked the interest of the other students around him, it also attracted the four sitting at the very back of the class.

"Is that the young saint?"

"Yes, Elder. That is the young saint of Meyat. The successor of Pope Benedict."

"Hmmm."

He was a bright young man with a unique light in his eyes.

Looking at him was strange in a way as it gave off the impression of looking at something that one should not look at with their eyes… however, it was different for the four of them.

"Interesting…"

The one in the white hood placed his quill down and locked his eyes at the young boy sitting on the very left side of the very front.

"…?!"

This was the first time this person in white hood had said anything since they all entered this place so the Knight captain was uncertain if they could even speak or not.

However, now that he had heard that extremely subtle but the most unique kind of voice from this individual in white hood… he knew one fact.

The one that had said his very first word just now, this white hooded elder, was the most unique one among all four that had come here to see them for themselves.