Chapter 62: The Sun
"Truth does not change because of changes in the environnt," said Corleon.
"Mr. Nyx should understand that."
"The standards of legendary scholars, the modification of curses, isn't it all about restoring the truth?"
"But that’s too difficult." Nyx shook his head. "So difficult that even among scholars, there are three different factions."
"Those who still strive to modify or even eliminate curses; those who abandon lifting curses and instead seek the future based on the current world; and those like , who neither lift curses nor pursue the future, choosing instead to beco a consulting scholar."
"The history of scholars predates even these ten thousand years, and yet, even after all this effort, not only have curses not decreased, they’ve actually increased."
"Priest, can you imagine it?" said Nyx. "Clearly, just the day before, we had almost fully analyzed an object, but the next day when we woke up, its na had changed."
"Yes, its essence had not changed, but because of the change in na, all of our research conclusions beca uncertain."
"This change of na is not just a change in terminology, but a conceptual and cognitive transformation."
"Just like the saffron outside the church—before, perhaps it was a rare spice, and at that ti it was called saffron, or perhaps so other na."
"But one day, it suddenly changed. It could no longer be used as a spice. It was no longer rare. It was everywhere."
"Then its existing uses were all altered, and everything related to it would also change."
"A minor effect might be the collapse of an entire industry, while a major effect might be the extinction of a biosphere layer."
"And such things have been recorded in the Association."
"This is far too terrifying, far too despairing."
"Your truth is noble, but under such overwhelming power, even truth becos extrely fragile."
"Like the Morning Star in the sky—it is so great, rising in the morning and setting at night, giving life to all things—but a long, long ti ago, it wasn’t called Morning Star. It had an even greater na. Yet one day, we suddenly couldn’t rember its na."
"In the face of this curse, everything is too fragile."
Nyx let out a sigh.
"According to your statent, it is indeed too fragile," said Corleon.
"But in your understanding, this is also the curse distorting the original truth of the object. The curse is imposed, and the logic of the object itself has not disappeared—it is hidden, waiting for the day when soone removes the curse from it."
Corleon thought of his own ability of Enlightennt, which could enlighten objects and reveal the power Blessed by the Lord.
"Perhaps one day, when the curse is removed, the truth of the world will be restored. Like the Morning Star in the sky—maybe it’s called the Sun?" Corleon said.
"The Sun? What a strange na." Nyx shook his head. "Perhaps, but for now, I just want to maintain stability."
"Whether it’s curses or the future, I don’t want to think about it. I’m already old. In my heart, raising lia properly is what matters most."
"Her parents died exploring the future. I don’t want her to beco a scholar."
"You should let her consider what kind of person she wants to beco. Forcing her might not be what she wants," said Corleon.
"Perhaps, but being a scholar is also a curse. Every scholar walks the sa path. That path is dangerous. I’ve experienced it—I only survived by luck. Her parents went through it too, but died during an exploration," said Nyx.
"I only hope she can grow up healthy, then get married, and finally have a family of her own."
"But now, I have already explained the dangers of this world to the priest, and the priest still refuses to tell —whose power did you steal?" Nyx looked at Corleon.
"I already told you," Corleon said. "If you still don’t believe , why not experience it yourself?"
"Experience it myself?" Nyx looked puzzled.
Corleon took off the cross from around his neck, held it in his palm, and reached out to Nyx. "To truly understand sothing, perhaps the best way is to experience it personally—if you are willing to trust ."
"Of course. Without the priest, lia and I might already be dead. It's just that mysterious matters are too serious—I have to be cautious." As he spoke, Nyx stood up, approached, and took the cross from Corleon’s hand without hesitation.
"I will pray for the Lord to bestow His Blessing upon you," Corleon said, bestowing the Priest’s Commandnt on Nyx at the mont of contact.
"When you touch the Lord, you will feel the presence of the Lord."
"Of course, to touch the Lord, you may need a Holy Scripture—it contains the Lord’s Words."
"It’s just that the church currently lacks extra copies of the Holy Scripture, so you’ll need to transcribe it yourself."
From the conversation with Nyx, Corleon did not sense much desire for life in the other.
But even though Nyx said he had given up the path of the scholar, the hidden longing for truth was sothing Corleon could clearly feel.
Corleon felt that this strong thirst for knowledge and exploration was perhaps, as Nyx had said, the curse of the scholar itself.
"Of course. I’ll begin transcribing tomorrow. Priest, please forgive —these old eyes aren’t as sharp as they used to be," said Nyx.
He held the cross that Corleon handed him.
It was simply made of wood, with no traces of magic residue.
Then he put the cross around his neck.
"Naturally, if you need anything tomorrow, you can ask Agamnon for help," Corleon said with a smile. "Among the monks, he’s the most sensible one."
"What about Cicero?"
"His heart is filled with sincerity."
Nyx understood what Corleon ant, and couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
Neither of them ntioned Ando.
It was late at night. Nyx had already fallen asleep, letting out light snores.
Corleon kneeled in front of the Lord’s Throne.
What Nyx had said—about needing scholarly enlightennt to beco literate—since he knew it was a curse, Corleon thought perhaps it could be resolved through Baptism.
‘O Lord, please grant Your revelation.’
A vision flashed in Corleon’s mind—it was an image of a newborn child receiving Baptism.
He revealed a smile.
In the world of Light, before Corleon was a projection of the pale red crystal of the Commandnt · Bishop.
He reached out and tapped it, and the crystal spread out, showing five nodes, corresponding to the five abilities a Bishop could use.
He waved his hand to draw the node representing Baptism in front of him.
The current Baptism could only cleanse bacteria and minor hidden injuries from the body.
He slightly opened his mouth, and so power of Faith overflowed from the Light Orb and flowed into Corleon’s mouth.
He closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, they had beco a dazzling golden, humanity fading away.
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