Witnessing Fina away, he continued to frown as he flipped through his history textbook.
The three eras, Gold-Black Iron-Silver, are what is now widely recognized as ancient times.
From the Silver Age, when silver was blindly worshipped and ritualistic practices were maintained, all the way to the Black Iron Age, when iron weapons were crafted to compete for land and resources of all sorts, Eleazar vaguely saw that the ancients were gradually breaking away from the domination of the supernaturals, or perhaps the gods, and beginning to stand on their own two feet.
Most of those accounts celebrating the mystical and supernatural that is now being dug up in small numbers are defined as legends and travelogues written during the Golden Age of the Great Seas, cultural pastimes concocted during that period, where a few herbalists and alchemists fooled around with the rudimentary physics and chemistry that they had learned.
Further back in the Silver Age is the unknown change of events, where Transcendence faded into the Aurora Era after the Church's victory, and is no longer even recorded.
As for the even more distant one, dark creatures were everywhere, all sorts of true and false gods were flying around, transcendents were worse than dogs, and the world was full of corpse-eating creatures, constructs, inhuman species, and hybrid beasts created by warlocks, and ordinary people had to face misery and despair when they were born into the dark age, even his magic guide book only sporadically described a little bit of the situation at the end of that era.
"What a glorious history of human advancement, from such a humble position as herding animals, reserve food, and experimental subjects, all the way to world domination."
Flipping through his history textbook, Eleazar found that there was still something worthwhile to learn, and, excluding the hymns to human courage, he realized that the ancient languages of the Silver and Golden Ages were a very popular subject right now.
It's the kind of thing he can learn and live a lifetime without worrying about food or clothing. Most of the ancient languages were morphed from transcendental languages, runes, and notations of all sorts, but he was proficient in the occult, so the advantage of learning this could be too great.
As for people's denial of the Transcendental Absolute, Eleazar wasn't even sure if he should view it with thoughts of celebration, or contempt.
"Perhaps there is a force that is deliberately removing these effects." Eleazar was suddenly thoughtful.
No one will not aspire to the transcendent, anyone, and even if that realm is as deep as a black hole, as dark as the starry sky, and as cold as the North and South Poles, there is no stopping those who aspire to it from coming forward to fill the hole and to melt the glacier with their feeble body heat.
For this secret to remain hidden for thousands of years, there must be no telling how much evidence has been silently eliminated.
Having met the Holy Light Sequencer today, then the Church must still exist, it was already a terrifying force that could influence the world, and if one envisioned it a little more boldly, judging by the fact that his father hadn't lost his job for so many years, maybe the Shadow Council had also resurfaced, and someone else had managed to advance to Warlock in this era.
"As long as there are still dark creatures in this world, as long as there are still inhuman races, as long as there are still twisted cries of sorrow, we will never perish, and even if I die, someone is bound to find my legacy and pass on this mission forever."
"This is what I... The meaning of existence."
Clutching his history book, Eleazar, who had suddenly found the meaning of his existence in it, bowed his head and muttered to himself, a surprising wave of spirituality emanating from his body.
The cells in his entire body let out a frantic cry, combining their efforts to digest the last of the magic potion's residue.
In that instant, Eleazar's head shook as a majestic spirituality shot up into the sky, while he felt as if his soul had come out of its shell, soaring up into the sky with the spirituality.
The view suddenly became vast.
Eleazar, who was experiencing this novel sensation, suddenly had a cold gaze and looked into the distance with an expressionless face.
The old dormitory building, a gloomy atmosphere hovering in the depths of the imperceptible, the outside of the building was blocked by nails and wooden boards and a yellow cordon, there is also a round imperceptible aperture as a seal, and the wall is covered with the faint halo left behind by the holy light. Judging from these various traces, that gang of Holy Light Sequence losers had fought here in a big way, but they were never able to find that evil spirit, and finally could only blockade it and build a new dormitory building.
His eyes coldly moved away, and he looked at the first floor of the science teaching building again, in that infirmary full of sterilized water, a medic with a green light emanating from his body was full of panic, looking around, he stood behind the door with two bottles of potions in his hands as if he was ready to fight to the death.
Gaze upward, to the third floor of the science teaching building, the leftmost classroom, a layer of gray fog wrapped the entire classroom, unable to see the situation inside.
That was because someone more powerful than him had detected the prying eyes and released their power to cover it up in advance.
"Gray."
Eleazar looks at it expressionlessly for a long moment, and his gaze moves back to the second floor of the Liberal Arts.
In the middle classroom, in the window seat, Evelea, who had played him for a fool on the bus yesterday, was looking from side to side with her head down, extremely vain, an eerie purple light radiating from within her.
"Heh, so it's a witch."
In the penultimate classroom on the left, a skinny young man wearing glasses forced himself to be calm, his right hand pressed dead center on his constantly shaking thigh as his body emitted a blue light.
Like those whose bodies emitted the light of sequences, there were as many as thirteen counts in the entire academy, all of which were scattered all over the campus.
"Heh, there are so many Transcendents trying to adapt to the times."
Finally, there was the main building in the center, which was obscured by a white blur of holy light, and it was impossible to think that that would be the Sequencer of Holy Light.
Look down on the sky and the earth and see through the atmosphere!
That's, like, the real [Evil Perception]!
In the student council office on the main floor, the curtains slammed open and Qishi came to the window, her violet eyes sweeping the campus with icy coldness. Behind her, the secretary, who had been organizing her papers, slowly faded out of her uniform, which had only been used for decorative and insulating purposes, and replaced it with a long robe of a nun in grey and white, and then she took out a one-man-high scythe from a bookcase and stared faintly at the face reflected in the bright blade.
"Your Highness, I'm going."
"Well, be careful, the direction is near the gym."
Carrying a lurid scythe, Fled landed gently on the downstairs lawn in a single leap from the open window, not making a single sound as she walked slowly past people coming and going, but it was as if they were as invisible to her as if they were oblivious to the saintly robes that fluttered silently past them.
Eleazar, who was still in his enhanced version of perception, had just come back from the stench of rotting corpses in the northwest part of the city when he saw a nun dragging a large scythe toward him step by step.
It's true that if you don't get along you're going to get beaten up.
Eleazar gazed at her for a moment, and with a thought, the soul fell from the sky carrying a large stream of spirituality, all of it rushing back into the pupils of the eye that tilted its head up and froze as it tilted its head up to look at the sky.
Upon returning to his shell, he flipped through his books as if nothing had happened and pretended to study.
Ahead, the Sister of Purity came slowly, dragging her scythe, looking left and right for a moment before locking her eyes on him.