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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.
"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.