I am God LSLCCF

Chapter 509: The Witch Doctor Candidates Who Went to the Kingdom in the Sky for the Trial

The Oracle Academyʼs full name was the Oracle Kingdom Divine Technique Academy.

Academies were rare in the Land of Light and the kingdoms of the winged people. No single family or district could afford to run one.

Even nobles across the winged nations generally hired private tutors instead.

The royal house and the temple had founded the Oracle Kingdom Divine Technique Academy together. Originally, it trained divine servants for the Radiant Temple and admitted no ordinary people. Its founders were a group of ability users who had failed the selection to become sky messengers.

Later, one of the Oracle Kingdomʼs kings found himself in need of talented people and officials to help collect taxes. The divine technique academy began teaching literature, law, history, and other subjects as well, drawing no small number of noble children.

The divine technique school remained entirely separate from those teaching ordinary subjects. Three enormous round towers of different heights fitted together to form the academy, with the tallest reserved for divine technique knowledge and the training of divine servants.

Flap, flap!

Whoosh, whoosh!

The sky filled with the dense beat of wings as one winged person after another descended from on high.

The winged people alighted atop the three round towers, then descended the broad stairways. Anyone able to land on the tallest tower naturally drew envious looks from the rest.
Before long, a bell rang out and the bustle of voices slowly faded.

Teachersʼ voices drifted from the academy classrooms as they delivered their lessons.

”Rul, author of the Chronicle of the Winged People, divides our history into five periods. They are the Age of Desolation, the Age of the Abyss Calamity, the Age of the Great Migration, the Age of Pioneering, and our present Age of Kingdoms.”

”The winged people left no written records from the Age of Desolation. Much of what we know was handed down by word of mouth...”

”The defining events of the Age of the Abyss Calamity were the arrival of the snake people, the fall of the Abyss, and the Abyss War. The King of the Sky Messengers fought the most evil existence of all in a great battle, allowing Yafuan, the hero of the snake people, to seal the Abyss at last.”

”As for our present age...”

Through the window, students could be seen ranging in age from nearly grown to children of eight or nine.

Just then, a small figure appeared in the crack of the door and peered inside with one eye.

Little Matafus was not yet old enough for school. Hiding outside, she watched her father teach and listened to him recount the history of the winged people, her eyes full of longing.

Those heroic tales and ancient myths made the world seem truly wonderful to her.

When the lesson ended, her father came out.

”Matafus, wait here a moment. I need to fetch something.”

Little Matafus nodded and stood obediently outside.

Students filed from the classroom and followed the passage upward, preparing to fly from the high platform.

Among them were several children only a few years older than little Matafus, who recognized her as the teacherʼs daughter.

”Hey, itʼs that Matale girl!”

”The freak who canʼt fly.”

”Quick, look at her wings!”

”Theyʼre tiny!”

Strict teachers invariably earned their studentsʼ resentment, though few children would ever voice it to a teacherʼs face.

Little Matafus pressed herself against the wall, drawing in her shoulders and wings as though she could hide how much smaller than normal they were.

”Look, sheʼs going to cry!”

”Those wings are hideous.”

”She must be sick. Stay away from her, or weʼll catch it too!”

Remembering her great-grandfatherʼs words, little Matafus jerked up her head and glared at them.

She wanted to answer, but fear kept her from uttering a single word.

She could only say the words in her heart.

”Iʼm not scared!”

”Iʼve got to be brave!”

In truth, little Matafus was terrified. She really was not a very brave child.

Sometimes everyone can see the frightened heart behind a fierce expression.

Little Matafusʼs show of courage failed to frighten off her tormentors. If anything, they looked even more delighted.

”Donʼt talk nonsense. The Matale family isnʼt to be insulted. They were a sky messenger family once.” An older child emerging from the classroom warned little Matafusʼs tormentors. Older children were more practical and more aware of the interests at stake.