Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 146



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146. When Bishop Narva, who was a man of thorough handover, announced his intention to go on an expedition, there was one person who couldn’t say anything but laughed.

A girl laughing gloomily in a dark room with only one candle burning dangerously.

“Hehehe…”

It was Karina.

However, it was not an attitude that was acceptable to a young lady of high status.

The smile was so gloomy.

Bishop Ganista, who had been quietly moving his feather, said something sharp.

“Princess Norfang, please keep your dignity. You seem to have forgotten that you are a guest.”

“Yes? Was that the customer?”

“…The way to greet guests isn’t the same everywhere. Hehehe.”

Bishop Ganista’s eyes roll around, disoriented, at the sharp question.

But in name only he is a high-ranking priest.

Bishop Ganista quickly changed his expression and looked at Karina.

“So, what were you so fond of?”

“That would be nice! I heard His Majesty is out of the office!”

“…”

A being that is so unpleasant to look at is floating away in the distance.

Because of the expedition that could take at least half a year, or maybe much longer.

For Karina, who had lost her long-lost friends of the same age due to Narva, there was no better news than this.

Karina was making a lively plan, even humming a tune.

“I haven’t been able to properly look around the main church here, so I’ll take a look around. Oh, while I’m at it, I should also go to the market and look around to see if there are any fabrics or decorations worth buying!”

Until Bishop Ganista retorted with a hardened expression.

“It is not a welcome thing.”

“Yes? Wouldn’t it be better for Your Eminence to leave the position?”

“Of course, that’s how I feel. However, His Majesty’s opposition to your expedition is not simply because you are a strong candidate for an Aura Awakener. There are other reasons, rather.”

The answer that came back to Karina, who was staring at her with both eyes blinking, was like a bolt from the blue.

“His Majesty highly values ​​his remarkable determination and execution ability in establishing and promoting various policies energetically in just a few years, and his thorough attention to detail in all areas. In fact, his Majesty is responsible for many tasks and wants to take charge of them himself.”

“Why on earth is that… ah.”

Karina thought about what kind of person Bishop Narva was.

A person who looks at the densely written numbers and feels a sense of pride that is difficult for others to empathize with.

A man who calls filling a blank page with meaningful letters and dyeing it black as entertainment.

“The last expedition was a surprise attack, and since it was assumed that you would return soon, you took care of the pending work yourself. You even made some decisions in advance while you were arguing with the lords.”

Up until this point, I could have simply dismissed it as a strange phenomenon, but-.

“But what if I don’t come back for at least half a year?”

-Cluck.

Karina finally understood.

The reason Bishop Ganista spread public opinion against the expedition by talking about the duties of a priest without being noticed.

And as soon as Karina understood, the disaster they had been prepared for suddenly struck.

dripping.

There was a careful knock on the office door, and before I could answer, it flew open and a familiar face appeared.

The maid Edwina and John the Bald.

The two people were each holding a bundle of papers in their arms.

Bishop Ganista raised his eyebrows at this rude attitude and questioned him.

“Haha. Are you answering without me even answering?”

“If His Majesty doesn’t have an answer, he must be sleeping, so he told me to bring it quickly.”

“…”

It’s hateful.

I hate someone who is not here, someone who will soon be away from this seat for a long time.

But Edwina paid no attention to the burning, angry eyes.

Only the bald John, who was walking behind Edwina, glanced at the bishop and was conscious of him.

Then, when I made eye contact with Bishop Ganista, I broke out in a cold sweat and reluctantly smiled awkwardly.

“This needs to be moved three more times. Are you going to watch it like that already?”

Hearing these cruel words, Karina began to shed tears without realizing it.

“Your Majesty, Bishop…”

“And this is for you, Karina.”

bang.

The bundle of papers that Edwina had moved was placed in front of Bishop Ganista, and the bundle of papers that John the Bald had moved was placed in front of Karina.

Bishop Ganista rolled his tongue under the roof of his mouth and reluctantly turned over a wad of paper.

“…This is!”

It was thrilling.

“I heard that Your Highness has been in charge of the work of the Bishopric of Ile-de-France until now, but this time he plans to delegate all of it to Bishop Ganistar.”

“Isn’t this more than I used to do? No, I did all of Illenip’s work while assisting my subordinates, so why is it more than usual!?”

Bishop Ganista.

He was assisting Bishop Narva with the purpose of training a successor.

As the bishop of Ileniput moved, the work of the Ileniput bishopric was transferred here, but he carried out the work without saying a word.

The reason he cooperated with Narva as much as possible, even though he had some minor complaints, was because it was something he was supposed to do in the first place.

I also came here secretly.

Even if Narva goes on an expedition, the amount of work given to him will not change much.

It was at this point that Min-meori John answered, scratching the back of his head.

“That’s what traditional work would have been like.”

“Traditional?”

“Your Highness, you have become the de facto Bishop of Illeniphut, so how could you have just stayed still? You had your staff investigate one by one how much of the items that Illeniphut imposes tariffs on are being distributed here, and then you use that to adjust trade tariffs, or you use it to pressure or persuade the lords…

Anyway, that’s it.”

“…!!!”

“Me, me? Why did I grow more?!”

Karina screams as she pushes aside Bishop Ganista, who has become harder than a stone.

Edwina looked at her with pity, then realized it was rude and quietly lowered her head.

“I think the princess’s writing speed has stagnated because she lacks challenge…”

“Ugh, ugh, ugh.”

“…He gave it to me after telling me to gradually increase my workload for the princess’s development.”

“Ugh…!!!!”

But this was only a harbinger of disaster.

***

A person who only suppresses his desires is bound to be ruined.

Therefore, a life that knows how to moderately relieve desires is the right one.

With these thoughts in mind, Walter, the eternal subdeacon, headed to the cellar where the wine was fermenting.

“Let’s see, umm~. This sweet smell.”

My mouth is already watering.

What fun would life be without the pleasure of free wine tasting, if it were a life spent only in abstinence, without even a shred of connection with the opposite sex?

Walter walked down the stairs, humming a tune and holding a candle.

It was at this time that the shadows beyond the faintly flickering candlelight and dripping candle wax began to move like people.

“Eww!”

And the shadow that moved like a person turned out to be a person.

“Your Majesty.”

When Walter realized that the man was the infamous Bishop Narva, he felt his breath catch in his throat.

“Yes, how is your Highness here?”

It’s the end, I thought.

-Not knowing that this was just the beginning.

Narva had a satisfied smile on his face, like a wise man who had found the answer after much thought.

“I’ve been thinking that the temperature in the storage room has been strange lately.”

“?”

“Once a week, I make a surprise visit to the underground storage to check on the hygiene and temperature, and there is a strange warmth in the place that should be cool.”

If you have any doubts, it’s time to check.

Candles made from precious beeswax are a valuable commodity.

In other words, since rats can eat them, no one will find it strange to conduct surprise inspections under the pretext of inventory checks, and since the supply and demand sources are limited, supervision is sufficient.

Even if you use oiled cloth, oil is also a precious commodity.

It’s easy to tell whether you’re carrying around oil that’s been pressed from olives or a lump of solidified animal fat that’s turned white. No matter how much you wash it, it’s bound to leave traces on your clothes.

Chubby.

Narva tapped the wine cask with his index finger and chuckled.

“Besides, when you tap on this, even the sound changes slightly.”

“….”

“Your Majesty.”

Only then did Walter, the eternal sub-deacon, realize.

“I believe that if you are a deacon who loves wine so much, you will be faithful in managing, supervising, and reporting on the processes necessary to make wine, the vineyards owned by our parish, and the tenant farmers who work there.”

It was a trap.

Walter, the eternal sub-title, is a mousetrap that was deliberately left to oppress and manipulate him, who has not even a speck of ambition.

Narva reached out with his gloved right hand toward Walter’s candle.

-He said, grabbing the candle and blowing it out.

“And don’t bring candles into the wine cellar without permission, as it must be kept cool.”

But from Walter’s perspective, who was caught in the trap, it’s just unfair.

I was very careful, knowing that oil is more easily detected than candles, and yet I got caught?

I wanted to know at least that much.

“Yes, how can I use candles…”

Then Narva raised his index finger under the dark shadow.

“I also did a laundry management inspection this time.”

and.

“I also do the final inspection when shipping the wine to the merchant.”

***

Senior Sister Beneta.

She always lived in fear, as she often yelled at the young nuns who had not yet properly adapted.

As his words and actions became like this, his face naturally became fierce, and now, whenever he saw his glaring eyes, everyone would tremble and move away.

Even people of high status would have a hard time dealing with Beneta, who had a stubborn and upright personality.

Benedict’s strict nature was also applied to himself, and thanks to this, he was able to maintain a pious life even amid the tyranny of the previous bishop, who was indulged in luxury and pleasure.

But there came a day when even Veneta’s meticulousness lost out.

A laundry where nuns carry baskets of well water.

Here a high-ranking priest of a much more thoroughgoing character than Benedict himself appeared.

“I know why our nuns use a lot of linen fabric. I guess… there must be some problem with it.”

“I’m glad you understand. However, I am concerned. How can a person of sacred rank invade such a private matter?”

There was a reason why Senior Sister Beneta was so prickly.

A former bishop who was excommunicated after the trial and whose name was even erased.

He also revealed his sinister intentions towards the women in his congregation, and often regarded the monastery as a playground for his lustful desires.

If Beneta had not been treated with sufficient respect, there would have been dozens or hundreds of nuns who were brutally abused.

Because of this, Beneta developed a firm belief that men, even high-ranking clergy, should not have contact with young nuns.

Especially young high-ranking clergy who are easily swept away by passion and tend to neglect discipline.

For example, even if it is said that he is a bishop.

In fact, Bishop Narva was staring intently at the young nuns squirming in the laundry room.

“I mean the linen fabric the nuns are washing right now.”

“Yes! What a presumptuous thought I dare not speak…”

“Isn’t that too much?”

“?”

To be precise, I was looking at a piece of cloth being scraped on a washboard.

“Lye is not always abundant, and it is also used for tanning, so we cannot use it here. Frequent use of expensive soap also goes against the doctrine of frugality and saving.”

“…”

“I came here because I thought there might be too much laundry these days. I looked and saw that you give the nuns two rolls of linen fabric of a standard size for the market every month… I guess Sister Beneta took care of this.”

I understand everything.

Narva said so and then declared firmly.

“Let’s replace one piece with hemp. It won’t be a problem if the outerwear is a bit rough, and the weather has been warm lately.”

“Yes, a woman’s skin is soft.”

“I’ll allow you to wear underwear.”

Beneath’s earnest plea was cut off with a single stroke of a sword.

Narva looked at Beneta and smiled quietly, folding his hands together.

“You are so good at it that I don’t have much to touch on except this part. Please focus on establishing the atmosphere of the cathedral church as you have done.”

***

Everyone was looking down on him.

The thoroughness of the character of Narvaran.

“Did you think I didn’t know about the wrongdoings committed by the dispatched priests? I heard they enjoyed luxuries that the salary I gave them couldn’t afford.”

Among the things I looked into while going out to beg for salt last time, there was also the overall price trend in each territory.

In front of Narva, who had memorized all the routes the dispatched priests traveled, even embezzlement by citing local market prices was not permitted.

“These are several disputes in which the parish priests of the local parish have appealed for help, claiming the innocence of their citizens. I am planning to establish a ‘diocesan synod’ under my name so that these can be judged without me in the future, so each of you can gain experience through this opportunity.”

While also announcing the emergence of a new legal advisory body that will strengthen the authority and influence of the church.

“We should also provide convenience for tenant farmers who work their fields for the sake of their faith. In the end, people tend to go to places that provide for them. We will grant the land they have been farming to those who have faithfully farmed the church’s farmland for 10 years under the church’s guarantee, thus granting them the benefit of reciprocity.”

Even putting forward strong baits to attract tenant farmers in order to pressure the lords who wanted to subjugate their serfs.

“And all these things-.”

With a calm smile, the close associates you trust.

He called together Bishop Ganista, Princess Karina, the senior nun Benedict, the perennial deacon Walter, and even the maids Edwina and John the Bald.

“-I leave it to you, my dear authors.”

At that moment, the riot was predicted.

***

When I heard the voices opposing the expedition, I felt a lump in my throat for the first time in a long time.

They say that people who live righteously have many friends around them.

The moment I heard voices wishing me safety, I finally felt relieved.

The path I have walked.

You were not wrong.

Episode 147