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Chapter 457: Awakening

The location where Joshua taught was in the library hall at the back.

The first floor of the library was originally used as a large classroom, so it could withstand the ‘screams’from the Dinisha readers.

The second floor was the library that had to maintain absolute silence.

“Captain… I sense a dangerous aura from him. Who exactly is that man?”

Myrcella’s subordinate watched Joshua leave and finally could not help but walk up to ask Myrcella.

“Demon.”

Myrcella softly uttered this word, a word that was enough to make the young subordinate grip the hilt of his sword tightly.

“Demon? Captain, you don’t seem like someone who likes to joke around.”

The Holy Army seemed to be unable to believe Myrcella’s words.

This was Nolan, the most prosperous city of mankind. Moreover, the Advanced Magic Academy of Luersk was Nolan’s core location.

Myrcella did not explain too much to her subordinates. The ‘teaching’that Jose mentioned just now made Myrcella very concerned.

The first possibility that came to her mind was that Jose had established some kind of evil cult in Nolan and secretly bewitched the believers to believe in demons.

However, this was the library of an Advanced Magic Academy, a completely public place.

It was impossible for that kind of evil cult to teach in this place.

“Captain! Isn’t that the Archbishop of the ascetics?”

The voice of her subordinate suddenly made Messiah raise her head and look at the door of the library.

At the door, she saw the teacher whom she had not seen for more than three months.

As one of the archbishops of the Kingdom of the sacred religion, the ascetic had been staying in Nolan and had not returned to the sacred city.

“Is it Myrcella?”

The ascetic walked slowly to myrcella with his crutches.

Myrcella glanced at Cheryl and Denisa, who were on both sides. They bowed slightly to the ascetic and went off to do their own things.

It seemed that they were not afraid of the archbishop who could punish them at any time.

“Teacher.”Myrcella lowered her head humbly. The Holy Army beside Myrcella also bowed to the ascetic solemnly.

“Myrcella, you seem to have some doubts.”

Although the ascetic had lost his eyes, he could still sense the thoughts in his disciple’s heart through some method.

“Teacher, you have left the sacred city for such a long time… is there anything important?”Myrcella asked.

“There’s no great reason. It’s just a simple desire for new knowledge.”

“New Knowledge?”

Myrcella turned around and looked at the library hall behind her. She instantly understood what the ascetic referred to as ‘new knowledge’.

“Myrcella, follow me.”

The ascetic gave a short order to Myrcella.

The female Knight was extremely unwilling to listen to a demon’s lecture. However, in the face of her teacher’s order, Myrcella could only obediently walk into the classroom of the library.

There were not many people in the classroom, but not long after Myrcella and the ascetic found a place to sit, spell casters began to come and sit in the classroom one after another.

Myrcella swept his gaze across the surroundings. Every spell caster present belonged to the ‘teacher’level. Until now, Myrcella had only seen one spell caster who could be described as young.

At this moment, ascetic waved her hand and opened the terminal of her own weave, displaying the message interface to Myrcella.

Although ascetic did not speak, Myrcella instantly understood what her mentor meant.

She entered her mentor’s message code and successfully made him her ‘contact person’.

‘Myrcella, what do you think of Weave?’ascetic quickly typed and asked Myrcella.

‘what… What do you think of the weave?’?

Myrcella raised her head and glanced at Joshua who was standing on the podium. Joshua noticed Myrcella’s gaze and smiled at the female knight.

However, no matter how politely the demon treated her, Myrcella could not let down her guard against Joshua.

The weave was the same.

‘It’s very convenient to contact magic, the Spellcaster Forum, and… The game partition’s games are very interesting.’

Myrcella knew that her mentor had the ‘eyes given by the gods’. As one of the owners of the ‘eyes’, she was able to read the thoughts of some weak people, she could read their thoughts through their tone and expressions.

In front of the ascetics, Myrcella was a ‘weak person’, so Myrcella did not hide her opinion of the weave at all.

‘but this is the product of a demon. I’m not sure if that demon has some kind of conspiracy.’

‘the appearance of the weave has changed our lives, Myrcella.’the ascetics looked at Joshua on the podium. On the floating blackboard behind him, he wrote the title ‘concept of the web’with a fluorescent pen and said again.

‘its appearance has not only shortened the distance between humans and changed the way humans socialize, but this is far from the whole of the weave.’

‘It’s over!’! Her teacher had really fallen into some evil cult.

Myrcella began to doubt whether ascetic was planning to recruit her, but unfortunately, Myrcella felt that what ascetic said was indeed… true.

‘Can you imagine the day when the weave disappears?’ascetic asked another question, causing myrcella to be caught in a dilemma.

The weave… disappears?

Myrcella imagined that he could not open the transparent interface with a wave of his hand, and that he could not log into the spell caster forum when he woke up in the morning. He did feel empty in his heart.

But the weave should not… disappear, right?

‘The carrier of the weave is the elven tribe’s World Tree.’

‘heresy… Court of Justice? Teacher, can you tell me what exactly happened?’

The moment Myrcella saw this message, she immediately thought of the Blackwood forest fire incident that she had seen on the Spellcaster Forum.

From that day onwards, Myrcella began to doubt the sacred city that she was loyal to.

Information about the trial court was taboo even in the sacred city.

The ascetic chose to tell Myrcella some inside information at this time.

Myrcella covered her forehead as she read the series of messages on the text message. She felt a faint pain in her brain.

‘how much more can the archbishops be trusted?’Myrcella asked with her last bit of hope.

‘Gloria and Marco, as well as your other two teachers, can be absolutely trusted,’the ascetic quickly replied.

It was no different from total annihilation!

After Myrcella became Gloria’s guardian knight, she originally had the idea of ‘assisting the SAINTESS and teaching those pedantic bishops of the holy city a lesson’.

In the end, before Myrcella’s hypothetical counterattack had even begun, the ascetic told her that ‘this war ended in defeat a few years ago.’

‘mentor, are you telling me all this because you want me to stay in Nolan?’

Myrcella took some time to digest the information revealed by the ascetic and asked.

‘I want you to return to the holy city, Myrcella.’the ascetic quietly listened to the content of the website that Jose had told her, then, she immediately typed and told Myrcella, ‘The Tribunal is pushing our country to the opposite side of the world. I expect this to happen in thirty or fifty years, but the appearance of the weave has shortened everything to just half a year. I’ve been trying to find a solution.’

Messiah was once again stunned by this sentence..

‘the country of the sacred religion is going to the opposite side of the world? How is that possible…’

The words of the ascetic instantly woke messiah up. She realized that the news that appeared on the mana net recently was all negative to her country.

Although Messiah felt a little uncomfortable with this kind of news, he did not think it would cause too much of an impact.

But in reality, it wasn’t the case..

‘what should I do, mentor?’Myrcella asked.

‘didn’t that Chaos Fiend once succeed? Becoming an idol is a useful method. Secondly, you can participate in the construction of the weave.’at this time, the ascetic made a rare joke with her disciple.

‘mentor, I don’t know any of these.’

Myrcella appeared rather embarrassed. After she saw the word ‘idol’, she instantly recalled the last time she was forced to wear a dress and sing in public by Gloria in the world choir competition.

That period of experience was the greatest dark history of Myrcella’s life.

‘Gloria will do it for you. Your duty is to use your eyes to identify her enemies and protect her,’the ascetic said.

The third eye given to the Messiah by the gods had the ability to identify the judge’s disguise, which was essential to protect her.

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    Chapter 457: Awakening
    The location for Joshua's lecture was situated at the rear of the main library hall.

    The library hall was a vast space, with one area that had originally served as a large classroom, its design allowing it to accommodate the lively discussions and reactions of Denisa's readers.

    Another section of the hall was clearly dedicated to traditional library use, demanding absolute silence for reading and study.

    “Captain… I sense a dangerous aura emanating from him. Who exactly is that man?”

    Messai’s subordinate, his gaze lingering on Joshua's departing figure, finally approached her, unable to contain his curiosity.

    “Demon.”

    She softly uttered this word, a word that was enough to make the young subordinate grip the hilt of his sword tightly.

    “Demon? Captain, you hardly strike me as someone inclined to jest.”

    The temple knight’s disbelief was palpable.
    This was Norland, the jewel of human cities, and within its very heart lay the prestigious Advanced Magic Academy of Lursk.

    Messai offered no further explanation to her subordinate. Joshua's earlier mention of ‘teaching’ had ignited a deep unease within her.

    The most immediate fear that sprang to her mind was the specter of an insidious cult, secretly manipulating vulnerable souls into demon worship.

    Yet, this was the public library of a renowned Magic Academy. Such a place seemed an unlikely haven for clandestine, heretical teachings.

    “Captain! Isn’t that Archbishop Desireless?”
    Her subordinate’s exclamation startled Messai, prompting her to turn towards the library's entrance.

    Standing in the doorway was her former teacher, a figure absent from her life for over three months.

    As a high-ranking archbishop of Aetherion, he had remained in Norland, his prolonged stay a subject of quiet speculation.

    “Is that Messai?”

    Archbishop Desireless, leaning heavily on his crutches, slowly made his way towards her.

    Messai cast a quick glance at Cheryl and Denisa, positioned nearby. They offered the approaching archbishop a slight bow before resuming their respective tasks.

    Their lack of overt apprehension towards a figure who held the authority to punish them at any moment was notable.

    “Teacher.” Messai bowed her head respectfully. The temple knights flanking her followed suit.

    “Messai, you appear to be wrestling with some doubts.”

    Though sightless, the archbishop possessed an uncanny ability to perceive the inner turmoil of his disciple.

    “Teacher, your absence from the holy city has been quite extended… is there a matter of significance?” Messai inquired.
    “No grand reason, child. Simply a humble pursuit of new knowledge.”

    “New Knowledge?”

    Her gaze flickered back towards the area of the library hall where Joshua had gone. In that instant, she grasped the true meaning behind the archbishop’s words.

    “Messai, follow me.” His command was concise and carried an air of gentle authority.

    The temple Knight’s reluctance to attend a demon’s lecture was evident, but faced with the direct order from her esteemed teacher, Messai could only comply, obediently stepping towards the designated area within the library hall.

    The section where the lecture was to be held was not crowded, but shortly after Messai and Archbishop Desireless had found seats, a steady stream of mages began to filter in, claiming the remaining spaces.

    Her eyes scanned the assembled group. Every individual present seemed to hold a position of significant learning, a ‘teacher’ in their own right. Among them, Messai noted only a single wizard who could be considered young.

    Just then, the archbishop raised a hand and projected the interface of his magic net, displaying a text message for Messai to read.
    Though no words were spoken aloud, she immediately understood her mentor’s intention.

    She swiftly entered his address code, successfully adding him to her list of ‘contact persons’.

    ‘Messai, what are your thoughts on the magic net?’ he typed quickly, his digital query appearing before her eyes.

    ‘what… What are your thoughts on the magic net?’

    She lifted her gaze to Joshua, who stood upon a makeshift platform at the front of the lecture area. He met Messai’s eyes and offered the temple knight a polite smile.

    Yet, regardless of the demon’s courteous demeanor, Messai found herself unable to lower her guard.

    The magic net, in her mind, was no different.
    ‘It offers convenient access to magical resources, the mage Forum, and… The games within the game partition are quite engaging.’

    She was acutely aware of her mentor’s ‘eyes given by the gods’. As one of the rare individuals blessed with this gift, he possessed the ability to discern the thoughts of those with weaker minds, interpreting their inner states through subtle shifts in tone and expression.

    Before the archbishop, Messai considered herself a ‘weak person’, and thus, she offered her candid opinion of the magic net without reservation.

    ‘but this is the product of a demon. I’m certain that demon harbors some kind of sinister plot.’

    ‘The advent of the magic net has fundamentally altered our lives, Messai,’ the archbishop’s gaze remained fixed in the direction of Joshua. On a floating blackboard behind him, the words ‘concept of the web’ materialized in glowing script as he continued,
    ‘Its arrival has not only shrunk the distances between people and reshaped our social interactions, but this is merely a fraction of the magic net’s true potential.’

    ‘It’s over!’ The chilling realization struck Messai: her teacher had indeed succumbed to some nefarious cult.

    A wave of apprehension washed over her as she wondered if her teacher intended to recruit her. Yet, a nagging voice within her conceded that his words held a disturbing ring of truth.

    ‘Can you envision a day when the magic net simply vanishes?’ the archbishop posed another question, plunging Messai into a state of internal conflict.

    'The magic net… disappears?'

    She pictured a morning where the familiar transparent interface failed to materialize, where the mage forum remained inaccessible. A hollow ache resonated within her at the thought.

    'But surely… it won't disappear, will it?'

    ‘The very fabric of the magic net is woven through the elven tribe’s World Tree.’

    ‘heresy inquisitors… the heretical tribunal? Teacher, can you tell me what exactly transpired?’

    The moment Messai’s eyes scanned this message, the image of the Blackwood forest fire incident, vividly recounted on the mage Forum, flashed through her mind.

    From that day forward, a seed of doubt had been planted in her heart, questioning the unwavering loyalty she had once held for Aetherion.

    Information regarding the heretical tribunal was a strictly forbidden topic, even within the hallowed walls of the holy city itself.

    The archbishop’s decision to share such sensitive information at this juncture was significant.

    Messai pressed her fingers to her forehead as she absorbed the series of messages, a faint throb beginning to pulse in her brain.

    ‘How much more can the archbishops be trusted?’ Messai typed back, her message tinged with a desperate hope.

    ‘Saint Herolia and Marco, as well as your other two teachers, can be trusted implicitly,’ came the swift reply.

    It felt akin to utter annihilation!

    After becoming Herolia's guardian, Messai had harbored the ambition of ‘assisting the Saintess and teaching those narrow-minded bishops a much-needed lesson’.

    But before her hypothetical counteroffensive could even be conceived, he was informing her that ‘this war had concluded in defeat several years prior.’

    ‘Mentor, are you divulging all of this because you wish for me to remain in Norland?’
    Messai took a moment to process the cascade of revelations before posing her question.

    ‘I want you to return to the holy city, Messai,’ the archbishop’s gaze seemed to pierce through her. He quietly listened to the content of the website that Joshua was then presenting, then swiftly typed his response, ‘The Tribunal is steering our nation towards global opposition. I initially anticipated this occurring within thirty to fifty years, but the emergence of the magic net has compressed that timeline to a mere six months. I have been diligently searching for a solution.’

    Once again, she was left reeling by his words.
    ‘Aetherion is heading towards global opposition? How can such a thing be possible…’

    Her teacher’s words acted as a sudden awakening. Messai realized that the recent influx of news on the magic net, consistently negative towards her country, was not mere coincidence.

    While the nature of this information had made her uneasy, she had dismissed it as unlikely to have any significant repercussions.

    But the reality, she now understood, was far more dire.

    ‘What should I do, teacher?’ Messai’s digital query reflected her growing sense of urgency.

    ‘Didn’t the Chaos demon once achieve success through popularity? Becoming an idol is a viable strategy. Secondly, you can contribute to the development of the magic net.’ At this point, Archbishop Desireless offered his disciple a rare moment of levity.

    ‘Teacher, I possess no knowledge of such things.’

    A wave of embarrassment washed over her. The word ‘idol’ instantly conjured the mortifying memory of the singing competition, where Heloria had coerced her into wearing a dress and performing in public.

    That period remained the absolute nadir of her existence.

    ‘Saint Herolia will be the one to undertake that endeavor. Your task is to identify her adversaries and safeguard her,’ the archbishop’s message concluded.

    The third eye that Messai had been trained to use could identify disguised heresy inquisitors, a skill that would prove invaluable in protecting the Saint.
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