Chapter 127: Discipline
After leaving Melia’s office, Nyx arrived at the monastery’s library—what he regarded as both the most precious and the most dangerous place.
Creak—
Nyx pushed the door open, and the sound of an argument immediately met his ears.
"Oscar, you idiot! How could you be so reckless in categorizing the subjects?"
"Look at your classification—《Habits of Goats and Sheep》 placed together with 《Gourmet Foods and Spices》?!"
"Are you trying to teach people how to raise sheep, understand sheep, or just tell them how to eat sheep?"
"How would those commoners even afford spices?!"
These were the three scholars brought in from the Three Western Baronies.
They were berating Oscar harshly, while Oscar’s face showed traces of grievance.
All three of them were highly respected scholars. Though Oscar possessed a glib tongue, it was easily seen through, and thus, in straightforward arguments, he consistently fell short.
"Yes, you’re right. However, at this moment, I am the monastery’s instructor. The bishop has granted me the freedom to decide how I conduct my teaching, so you have no authority to interfere with how I categorize the subjects,"Oscar finally snapped, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
"Perhaps in a few days, they too will become instructors of the monastery,"Nyx interjected, breaking their quarrel.
"Why are you here today? Isn’t this not your lecture day?"Oscar quickly shifted the topic.
"I had a few matters to attend to today, and I also wanted to check in on you three,"Nyx replied with a smile.
"Seems like you’re living rather comfortably here,"he said.
The three scholars exchanged glances. Finally, the eldest among them spoke.
"Yes, in terms of treatment, it’s quite good. But we’d like to know—what exactly is the purpose of capturing us like this?"
"Whether it's to kill us or to make us do something—we want a clear answer. Even if that answer is our death."
His expression was solemn as he stared at Nyx.
"Of course, there will be no killing. Although the bishop has yet to issue a direct order, he respects the three of you greatly and hopes you will remain to impart knowledge to the apprentices,"Nyx responded slowly.
"Given the current turmoil in the territory, I believe you can guess the chaos. The bishop simply hasn't had the chance to meet you."
"And frankly, I don’t think you’ll want to see the bishop too often in the future either,"Oscar added.
It was a candid remark, devoid of hesitation.
Nyx did not refute him.
The three scholars realized the gravity of the situation.
"This is a monastery—a place to teach knowledge and the Lord’s Teachings. Of course, faith is a matter of freedom, so for the apprentices, this will be more a place of learning."
"And the books from the three barons have already been taken into the Church. Soon, they’ll be sorted and will fill the shelves of this library."
"However, books alone are not enough. Teachers are needed to impart the knowledge and principles within."
"Thus, I wish to invite the three of you on behalf of the bishop to become instructors at the monastery,"Nyx stated slowly.
"What if we refuse?"one of them asked.
The other two remained silent. Clearly, the three of them had discussed this in recent days.
"Then I will do my utmost to plead with the bishop for your lives,"Nyx said.
At the side, Oscar chuckled.
"...We will need to consider it,"the three said after exchanging looks.
"Of course. The bishop is always patient. But it’s best if you can give your answer before I leave,"Nyx replied.
"I know you’re not afraid of death. But as a fellow scholar, I give you my word—this place is worth staying in."
The three departed—they needed time to discuss.
"Will you be residing at the monastery for some time?"After they left, Oscar asked.
"Yes. I will soon depart with Wolf’s warriors on a campaign,"Nyx replied.
"You’re aware of the lord’s message."
"A rather impulsive lord,"Oscar remarked with difficulty.
"But what’s done is done. At least now, the North has broken free from the principality’s control. In the West, Wolf’s knights have already cleared the region over the past two days. To the East lies Lake Salvador, so for now, York Territory can still hold off their assault."
"Heh,"Nyx chuckled.
"The lord entrusted the home to Wolf—so Wolf would never allow intruders to step into the territory."
"He’s preparing to lead the troops out."
"Lead them out to fight？"Oscar was somewhat surprised.
"Even if he is a Grand Knight, possessing a Holy Relic bestowed by the lord, facing them head-on will still be difficult."
"That’s why the Church will support Knight Wolf,"Nyx said.
"By using the Church’s Holy Relics？"Oscar asked.
He still remembered the horn that had put him to sleep twice—if they used the horn, things would become quite simple.
"No, the Lord loves all mankind. They are human too. Those warriors are merely fighting because of the greed of those nobles,"Nyx shook his head.
"They are forced, but they are also brave. Therefore, they deserve to die on the battlefield,"he said.
"Heh, how dutiful you are now,"Oscar said with mockery."Holding a Holy Relic that could decide the outcome of the war, and yet you refuse to use it."
"Those nobles wouldn’t be so merciful. If they even sense a retreat, they would unhesitatingly bring out their own Holy Relics."
"Then it’ll depend on whether the bishop has made any preparations,"Nyx shrugged.
"..."Oscar opened his mouth but ended up saying nothing. He merely shook his head.
"Still, at your age, you’re going to war with the army？"Oscar sat down, looked at Nyx, and asked.
"Healing Potions and Bandages—only priests can make them. And right now, I’m the only priest in the Church,"Nyx replied."Of course, for this expedition, I’ll be bringing those three young men from the Knight Wolf family. They are monks—perhaps after this war, they will become priests."
"Since you’ve said it yourself, then by the time they return, the Church should have three more priests,"Oscar said. Even now, he didn’t quite understand the bishop’s strictness toward priests, but he understood the words the bishop spoke.
"Perhaps. But for me, this is a very long journey,"Nyx said, his voice tinged with a sigh,
as he leaned his body back against the chair.
"So, the bishop has arranged for me to stay at the monastery for a while—to spend time with Melia."
"..."Oscar fell silent. He understood what Nyx meant.
He opened his mouth, but the words to persuade Nyx simply wouldn’t come out.
It wasn’t due to Corleon’s silence command—it was that he didn’t know how to say it.
"No need to overthink. For a scholar, my age is already quite advanced,"Nyx instead offered a word of comfort.
"Melia’s father was a close friend of mine. I will treat her as my own daughter,"Oscar said seriously."Although I don’t think Melia would be happy about it, I still accepted on her behalf,"Nyx chuckled, then said,"I want to ask for your help."
"Please speak,"Oscar responded.
"I don’t have much time, so I wish to leave behind the knowledge I’ve learned, and my understanding of the Lord’s Teachings,"
Nyx said.
"But I’m just an ordinary man—I can’t record all of it in such a short amount of time."
"So, I need your magic."