Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 148



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148. Against Just Violence March 24, 1216.

What day is this? It is the day that our Principality of Powis dispatches its army in response to Yuvas’ request for help.

Those who are quick-witted will sense a sense of awkwardness here.

It is understandable that you would feel a sense of foreboding, considering that you went out to fight against the 2,000 pagans who attacked the Heje River in the past around March or April.

It is a personal preference whether one should take advantage of this time to go on an expedition.

This was to pierce the prejudice that it was difficult to raise an army in the spring because farming had to start, and although it could ruin the farming for the year, it also had the great advantage of reducing the consumption of supplies that were currently on hand.

Of course, you might think that it is okay to send it faster because the situation is urgent, but I thought a little differently.

If this expedition was really so urgent, I would have already rebuked those who were begging me not to go.

There is a causal relationship and importance to everything.

Before we could all fight the pagans together, there was one issue we had to address.

A particularly stubborn bastard who always finds a way out.

While the entire island is burning in the morning, there is one place where no damage has been reported yet.

The protagonist is the Duchy of Neva, which sits in the northwest and just watches with its teeth clenched.

I divided up the work among my friends into smaller portions, and sent letters to pressure the Duchy of Neva whenever I had time.

The recipient is the bishop of the diocese of Nevar, whose name is too troublesome to remember.

The reason it’s annoying to memorize names is because they’re just not worth memorizing.

The pagans are drinking the neighboring country’s bartline so vigorously that any proper priest would have been overcome by evil and done something.

But the Duchy of Nevar still remains silent.

Looking at the fact that the neighboring country, the Duchy of Bartley, remains silent as to whether or not it will be destroyed, even if it is difficult to give an exact answer, you can get a rough idea, a rough estimate.

Looking at the way Bishop Nevar is acting, it seems that he either lacks support or is too timid to show his authority.

I don’t know if it’s good or bad, but I know one thing: it’s not suitable for these troubled times that require determination.

What can you do if that’s your innate nature?

I moved the feather around and tried to think of the most upright and beautiful words possible.

Pretty words, correct and pretty words…

[Now that those who follow the evil mind have brought about such turbulent troubles, I am worried about their safety, so as a fellow believer, I cannot help but ask about their well-being…]

Of course, this is not a letter that is thrown at Bishop Nevar, who is incapable of doing anything.

I didn’t live as a ruffian who threw trash on the street because I couldn’t see a trash can.

Of course, Bishop Nevart is like a trash can, but he is not an emotional trash can.

[But I think things are starting to get better now.]

The one who sees is Bishop Nevar, but the one who hears is someone else.

For example, he will become the Duke of Nevar.

[It is truly fortunate that the Duchy of Batline, located right in front of the Duchy of Nevar, is slowly becoming quiet. No news is good news, isn’t it? I believe in the work of God, as the people there have overcome the crisis on their own instead of realizing the minor and fatal personality flaws of their fellow countrymen.]

A modern person accustomed to practical rationalism would probably vomit upon seeing this crude and horribly long sentence.

But even these long sentences have a background.

Whether it’s because of the historical background, the cultural background, or the teacher who taught us wrongly…

[If not.]

I mainly used it to distract the audience before delivering a concise main point.

[The Duchy of Nevar has to deal with the refugees pouring in from Batline, the pagans who will pursue them, and those who will advance after defeating Yuvas and Penrad.]

As soon as he finished marking the dot, he plunged the quill into the inkwell and sighed.

These kinds of kids seem to be everywhere, regardless of era or society.

Seeds who say it’s okay as long as it’s not me.

Those kids who think it’s okay to be friendly probably don’t know why the word “betrayal” came into existence.

Of course, the power of friendship is great, but it’s a different story if that strong friendship is one-sided.

I don’t want to disparage diplomatic efforts, but well, let’s see.

Even in a civilized society, it is difficult to overcome all hardships with just the art of living.

Moreover, the opponents were merchants who had learned how to scrape with axes instead of cards.

To the pagans, we probably looked like a treasure chest with food in it if you hit us in the head with an axe.

It was at this moment that Yurid’s voice was heard outside the window.

“Die, infidel, die!”

It was a remark that sounded like he had never received any emotional education, so I immediately turned around and looked out the window.

Then, in the garden, Yurid was seen chasing after Enon, swinging a branch.

“Stand there, infidel!”

“Eww~! Yurid, I’m not a pagan~!”

“You’re playing the role of a pagan now! I’m a faithful knight who serves royal tribute, and I will defeat you who commit plunder and enslave people! I will defeat all evil men like you!”

“Convert, I’ll convert! Please forgive me because I repented. Hmph~.”

Watching Enon running away in tears and Eurydice jumping around excitedly gave me a lot to think about.

Is it true that in this savage age, we cannot share the same emotions with those born from the seeds of savagery?

The reason I am concerned about this is because the tolerance for diversity that has been cultivated in modern times has also been applied to our people-catching pagans.

At first glance, it may sound like nonsense, but this requires some family sensitivity. Let’s think about it.

They also steal and commit theft to make a living and feed their families.

If the owner of the item is left alive, he will be busy seeking revenge, so since he is already a robber, he commits murder.

They took the hospital bills from someone who was about to die because they couldn’t pay them, so they euthanized the person who was about to die in agony and made the rest of their family members their slaves by arranging jobs for them.

A sort of medieval version of the welfare system for maintaining a minimum standard of living.

The pagan marauders are the savage version of the social worker who is loyal to his family.

I don’t think it’s meaningful to discuss good and evil here.

Saying that it’s okay to hit you because I’m good is a bit… self-righteous and uneducated…

okay.

Yurid was showing too much of her unlearned nature.

So I immediately called Min-meori John.

Since everyone was busy with the handover and couldn’t stop by the office, naturally, only the bald John, who was still studying, was there.

“zone.”

“Oh my, Your Majesty. Why have you called for me, a servant who is still busy writing?”

“I wish to reform Yurid’s savage words and actions, so bring her along with the victim, Enon.”

“?”

Min-meori John blinked for a long time before asking again.

“Your Majesty, no matter how much you want to harass Miss Yurid, you are speaking so uprightly and honestly, so why do you insist on criticizing that?”

“?”

“No matter how polite you are… this is not right. Faithful believers want to kill pagans! Isn’t this common sense, common sense!”

I blankly stared at John, who was talking about common sense, and then raised my index finger.

The tip of the finger was naturally pointed to John Minmeori.

“valet.”

“Hey, why are you suddenly swearing…”

Next, he bent his index finger inward and pointed at me.

“I am the third son of the Powis family, a close associate of the Holy See, the Bishop of Powis, the Apparitionist of the Stigmata, and the one you serve.”

“Eek! I’ll be back!”

-After a while.

Yurid, who was brought to the office by Min-Muri John, began to cry.

While caressing the small bump on his head.

“Uncle…! Why are you hitting me with something like this! You’re just nitpicking me because you want to hit me!”

John the Dirndl finally ran off with the excuse that he needed to go pee, and I was suddenly left to look after the two kids alone.

That makes me sigh.

“Sir, if you’re saying that I hit you, then you don’t have to do that…”

It seems like the misunderstanding is deepening.

Enon was fidgeting and glaring at me, so I took the preacher’s position for the first time in a long while.

“Didn’t I say that pagans are bad people, so it’s okay to beat them?”

“It’s unfair that you hit me with that!!!”

“Then, you won’t hit a good pagan?”

“…?”

My question seems to have penetrated a gap in your thinking.

Every time I took a theory class, Yurid would look at me with that dull, disarmed look in her eyes.

Well, I guess Yurid has never thought about it.

I feel guilty because the pagans are so kind…

“How can the words ‘good’ and ‘pagan’ be used together?”

“…”

“Where is the good pagan! Uncle, don’t be so stubborn!”

I suddenly had to smack my lips.

The development is a bit different from what I expected.

I had no choice but to get down on my knees and ask for forgiveness, to be on Yurid’s level.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you had such strong faith. What I meant was that you beat up bad guys.”

“So… you’re saying that we shouldn’t hit bad guys because they can become good? Uncle, is that the only reason you hit me?”

“What are you talking about?”

I calmly stroked Yurid’s bump with the most affectionate touch possible and answered in a gentle tone.

“If you want to judge what is good and bad, you have to look into and understand too many things. Then, you end up losing even the standards for good and bad.”

“Nonsense again.”

“So, instead of just beating up the bad guys, beat up the guys you hate. If a simple guy like you tries to distinguish between good and bad, you’ll just end up being taken advantage of by others.”

I understand all of us pagans.

I’ve only ever known how to use a knife in my entire life, and I only know how to steal other people’s things, so I can’t let my family starve.

Then what can I do? I have to make a living by murdering others.

But understanding and liking are two separate things.

I kill those bastards not because they’re bad guys, but because I just hate them.

Rather than the arrogance of humans who constantly try to distinguish between good and evil, I decided to be faithful to the human desire to distinguish between like and dislike.

If you say you’re going to beat up a guy I hate, and then you keep talking about forgiveness and tolerance, that guy is going to the grave of a guy I hate, like a cousin who’s a neighbor.

But Yurid looked at this profound meaning with a distorted gaze.

“Uncle, are you just saying that to say your last words?”

“Oh, right.”

I don’t know what on earth makes him act so twisted towards this uncle, who is the embodiment of family love and who sincerely worries about his nephew and gives him advice.

Are you already in puberty?

“By the way, why is Enon still here? I clearly told Lady Karina to come with me.”

I told you to meet your mom… no, your sister, after a long time, so why are you still here?

Then Enon raised both arms as if he had been waiting and complained.

“Teacher~. That’s right, Karina unnie went to the market and bought things without me~.”

“…”

“I told you to take me with you, but you said you couldn’t if I went too far because it would be too noticeable. Isn’t that too much, teacher?”

I really thought about those words.

Would it have been more correct to use the word ‘business trip’ instead of ‘vacation’?

Anyway, the die has already been cast.

I finished stroking Yurid and looked at Enon.

“Don’t worry too much, I’ll be with you the whole time you’re in the convent. Of course, the convent is a stuffy, boring place that feels like a prison without bars, and it’s also terribly quiet.”

“…”

“Isn’t this a place where people live?”

***

So on March 24th.

The departure date finally arrived.

In our siege, I, who volunteered to go on an expedition, brought the general, and the soldiers brought the response force that was on standby under Aethelred under the pretext of an emergency.

Then, Yubas, who was shaken by the successive defeats, seemed to be concerned about this and recommended a guide he knew.

“….”

“…Don’t make that face, I don’t like it either.”

I’m talking about Kardal Orn Yuvas.

Episode 149