Afternoon practice sessions...
This time the lecturer changed to a young woman full of intellectualism, aged around 25, possibly their schoolmates, with light makeup on her face, her exquisite figure tightly wrapped in her uniform, and she didn't know if they, the freshmen, had the attention span to listen to the lectures now.
The teacher walked them through the display cases and introduced them to the ancient objects inside.
Old armor, broken weapons, mutilated chimes, various vessels of unknown use...
"Well, what's come out in the open so far has been pretty normal," Eleazar commented silently in his mind.
In ancient times, the beasts were ferocious, so it made sense for the weapons to be heavy.
Eleazar glanced at their side, the rusty weapon that stood up taller than their people.
"Teacher, this weapon is so heavy that an ancient man could hold it?"
The governess explained lightly, "After comparing archaeology and a large number of relics, we're guessing that this is the statue's hand-held display."
"That makes a lot more sense." Everyone nodded.
They then walked to the next exhibit.
It was a white glittering, very brightly textured, sharp-looking scimitar, not to mention an ancient relic, some people would believe it if they said it was a modern artifact.
The teacher stepped in front of the introductory sign and asked them, "Let's start by guessing which era this is from."
The freshmen were in an uproar and started talking to each other.
Eleazar glanced at it to blend in with the atmosphere, and the answer was already in his mind at once.
Silver was silver, no matter what it was made to look like or what substance it was laced with, he could recognize it at a glance, as the metal was Witcher's go-to weapon, and if he couldn't even recognize it, he could wipe his neck and die.
It was a silver sword of high purity, but it was far from being a demon breaker, lacking a few important processes, and it looked like it was copied by an ordinary person who had seen the power of such a weapon and followed the trend.
"It must have been the golden age, where silver and black iron had such craftsmanship in sword making."
Listening to the tone of certainty coming from his side, Eleazar said nothing.
Fools, silver is a lustrous metal, and a casual polish is a work of art, for the same reason that gold always shines.
The teacher waited quietly for a moment and saw that they all had a confident look on their faces before turning around and saying:
"This relic is from the Silver Age, did any of you guess correctly?"
The new students were filled with disbelief.
They came forward to watch the presentation and then asked with a bit of difficulty:
"Teacher, silver in the Silver Age was offered to the temple, and any misuse by civilians in private was punishable by death, so why would there be such a forged item."
The schoolteacher laughed and returned, "The answer is simple because this is reserved for temple priests as a way of notably dignifying their status."
"The people of that period blindly believed that offering silver to the gods would give them a brief moment of peace, but this proved to be a useless prayer, and in the later part of the Silver Age, the priests, whose divine power was beginning to waver, began to wear silver ornaments to rule better, and so deepened the people's inner fear of the gods..."
"So... Teacher, is there a God in this world?"
The rich academic atmosphere evaporated with that one question.
The female teacher glanced at the boy who had asked the question, with a look as if she were looking at a fool.
...
Meanwhile, in the hospital...
Standing in front of a hospital bed, Qishi asked the doctor, "How is he doing?"
"Has been resuscitated over, really fortunate, if delayed a little later, his stomach pouch is afraid to be burst, I joined the profession so many years ago, but the first time to see him almost put himself up to death of people."
Lying in the sickbay was none other than the instructor who had forced Eleazar to change bedrooms at noon.
His face was pale and bloodless, and his eyes were tightly closed, obviously not yet recovered from the first aid he had just received.
Qishi nodded and stood silent in front of the hospital bed.
The atmosphere in the room froze a little, and the doctor who had awakened to the situation immediately had the good sense to leave and took the door with him, leaving the space for the big man who had startled the dean into accompanying him.
Once the unimportant people had gone, Qishi turned his head again and asked:
"Did you find out what caused it?"
A middle-aged man with a police badge on his shoulder spoke back in a deep voice:
"There are no signs of curse or possession, but there is an unusual disconnect in the mental sea, we're guessing it's some kind of mind control, the effects are over and he'll be back to normal when he comes to his senses."
"Uh-huh." Qishi nodded softly.
"When he wakes up ask what he did today."
"Yes!"
Leaving the emergency room, she led the clerk, who was guarding the door of the room, back to the intensive care unit.
Inside, on two beds, lay two girls who had been brought in the day before.
With a downcast gaze, Frid reported, "They had severe cracks in their skulls and multiple areas of brain tissue damage, they were failing before they arrived at the hospital yesterday, we resuscitated them with a bit of diluted potion, but now..."
She gave the two men in the hospital bed a pitying look.
The EKG showed normal vital signs, the eyes were wide open but no longer responsive to the outside world, the gaze was cloudy, and there was occasional slurred murmuring.
That's a much more miserable situation than being a vegetable, the living dead...
"They are now dependent on outsiders for all their physical needs, and even if they were to be taken back by their parents it would be a burden and add to their grief, and the Bishop's opinion is... Help them to end this suffering."
"Uh-huh."
Qishi nodded, coming to the center of the beds and reaching out to press their foreheads.
Flyde hurriedly stopped it, "Your Highness, this kind of thing doesn't need you..."
But seeing that Qishi had already gently closed his eyes, she had to quickly kneel on one knee, her hands clenched into fists against her heart, her eyes closed tightly and her face downcast in devout prayer.
"God loves the world..."
"Drop ----"
In the hallway, brushing past the doctors who were rushing in to try and resuscitate them, Qishi asked softly, "Did you find out what caused them to act that way?"
"Checked it out, it's also some kind of mind control, there's a serious disconnect in the mental sea, there are even signs of tampering, and their situation is even more serious than Mr. Bai's, which is the real reason for the brain death."
"That means it's highly likely that all three of the people brought to the hospital were killed by the same person?"
"Yes, great odds!"
"Well, go check out this freshman class, focus on the girls."
...
"Achoo~"
In the classroom, Evelea, who is in the middle of a lesson, suddenly sneezes.