Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 149



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149. The identity of the enemies Why do the pagans who serve this world live in contempt, hatred, and fear at the same time?

Most ordinary people would probably answer that it is because of the pagans’ strange way of thinking and brutal cruelty.

But it’s been two days since he led the army out on a campaign.

The story I heard from the guide at the barracks gave me a different feeling.

“Bishop Powis, the situation is more serious than you imagine.”

A nighttime scene where shadows flicker in the lamplight.

These were the words he spat out as he took out the map he had kept in his bosom and spread it out on the table.

I asked, deliberately, with a hint of playfulness.

“Informal speech?”

“I am now an envoy of Yubas, sent to establish an equal cooperative relationship. And if Yubas collapses so easily, you will suffer the consequences as well.”

“oh.”

Kardal Orn Yuvas.

With long, platinum-blond hair that reached down to his shoulders and slit-shaped pupils like cat eyes, this pseudo-pagan, who was clearly influenced by the Ise, was extremely cooperative and polite in front of the water lord.

Moreover, it was a bit unexpected that he understood himself and his situation and tried to maintain his authority in his own way. I thought he would run wild like crazy, but he was much more intelligent and calm than I thought.

Honestly, I almost forgot that he was the leader of Yubas’s group who was trying to kill me.

It’s a shame. Even if I hadn’t put my name on the death list, I would have tried to use it appropriately.

He is a character that will not end well, so it is not good to be too attached to him.

I deliberately chose to withdraw my attention and listen quietly.

“Enough with the jokes. Is the situation that serious?”

“One of the powerful tools that Yuvas boasts of has been destroyed. Bishop, how much did you hear?”

“There’s even news that the four-swinging Ariavaran guy defeated three thousand of your soldiers.”

Then Kardal clicked his tongue and turned his head.

Just when I thought this kid was finally losing control of his expression.

“It’s not just 3,000.”

Instead of keeping secrets and hiding the truth, Kardal was open and honest.

In particular, he had no qualms about exposing Yubas’s corruption.

“Of those 3,000, the majority were the knights that Yubas was proud of, and the knight class that was in charge of the manor. Nearly 1,000 of the knights alone died.”

“?”

After a moment of thought, I asked the most important question.

“I believe you have about 1,500 cavalry.”

“Yes. There were exactly one thousand and seven hundred. Half of them were wiped out. Exactly five or six hundred did not return.”

You were bragging that it was close to a thousand, and now you’re cutting it in half?

When I was about to point that out, Kardal struck first.

“The bodies of the remaining 200 were barely recovered, and 76 were found hanging from their flagpoles or insignia.”

…..

“Are your army actually retarded?”

“We also thought the field commanders were idiots. But we weren’t.”

“With this major? Aren’t you an idiot?”

After hearing my reasonable argument, Kardal straightened his posture and protested.

“That’s what I came to tell you. As a bishop, a stigmata apparitionist and a close associate of the Vatican, you must know about the origins of Yuvas. This is a story related to that.”

“Surely you’re not going to behead me and take me away to become independent right now, are you?”

When I looked up, he became serious and started to spur his rebuttal.

“Even if you sacrifice your head, you will never become king. What I want is the king of Yuvas, not the slave of those tribesmen.”

“okay?”

“What I’m trying to say is how they beat us.”

It was at this time that Kardal’s complexion darkened.

For a long time, he couldn’t continue speaking and just tapped the map with his fingers.

Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he opened his mouth.

“It’s about the cunning tricks they use to fight the knights.”

Jubas’ army was objectively a decent army.

It was obvious that a lot of care had been put into the organization.

Well-equipped and well-trained infantry that will form a strong and sturdy anvil.

A relatively lightly armed reserve of light infantry to support the heavily armed main infantry.

And the cavalry of terrifying power, the key to eradicating paganism.

Here, with its abundant natural resources and long-standing political stability as its foundation, a solid supply system was built, and even the recruitment of lower-ranking officers to serve as backbone was carried out smoothly, so it was bound to be a strong army.

In particular, Yubas’ cavalry force was displaying the kind of power that is commonly thought of as a tank, and was repeatedly achieving brilliant feats.

Until the pagan leader, the four-wielding Ariava, appeared.

The tide of battle is dramatically turned when Ariaba, swinging his sword four times, gathers the defeated soldiers and defeats the knights of Yubas.

An obvious question arises here.

Pagans don’t ride horses, or anything like that.

As I was coming and going by boat, I probably didn’t feel any particular need for it.

So how could these little brats defeat the knights, the flowers of the Middle Ages who were forgiven for their arrogant and brutal behavior simply because they fought well?

By using divine tactics and mysterious strategies to easily win in any difficult situation?

The answer is their faith.

It was with the old gods of Ise.

Kardal spoke of the part not from the perspective of the Church, but as a surviving pagan, a survivor of an older era.

“Lux Stella… After winning the final battle against the alien race you commonly call the Ysera, the church implemented a policy of thorough annihilation. Those who were friendly to alien races, as well as those within the church who pursued tolerance, saying that conversion was possible, were thoroughly rejected.”

After the victory, it is said that those who followed Lux ​​Stella were divided.

The Insepa clan, which believed that the beliefs in other races and old gods would one day restore this world, called for their annihilation.

The Hunse faction attempted to compromise to some extent with the existing, deeply rooted beliefs and harmonize them by only revising a few important doctrines.

Of course, the human desire for revenge was much stronger than expected, and the power of the Honse faction decreased day by day, eventually failing to remain as a significant faction.

It is said that this is because not only was their purity questioned, but public opinion that coexistence was impossible largely won over as Ise’s side continued to attack the Aura Awakeners.

Why did Kardal keep talking about such trivial things?

“Yubas is a descendant of those who crossed the sea to oppose the hardline stance within the church as a member of the Honsepa. They were idealists who believed that the old gods and the Lux Stella faith could coexist.”

It was because of the defense of Yubas’ origin.

“You… the fuck, are you really going to talk about that?”

“Thanks to this, I was able to compare and contrast various documents, references, etc. from beyond the church and the ocean, and clearly determine the identity of the old gods who survived.”

“phew.”

I slowly put down my hand that was fidgeting on the hilt of the knife.

Kardal continued speaking calmly as if nothing had happened, even after seeing that sight.

“Despite the church’s continued destruction of records and repeated persecution of paganism, there are five gods who survived and are worshipped beyond the sea. Originally, there may have been only five gods within the church, unless they were of the cardinal level…”

Then he stares at me intently and nods his head without thinking.

“Bishop, if you are at that level, I will tell you.”

***

Kardal’s story was a great help in forming a vague and vague image of Ise.

To summarize, it is like this.

As is often the case with polytheistic religions, there were levels to the pantheon of gods worshipped by different races.

In some ways, the hierarchy of the gods was also ruthless.

A god who grants more universal and valuable blessings and miracles receives more faith and more tribute.

And because they were more famous and powerful than other gods, they were remembered longer and survived.

The five gods survived the relentless and cruel suppression and annihilation of the church.

The pagans beyond the ocean call these five gods the Great Gods, and the gods whose records were erased by the church and forgotten are called the Sleeping Gods.

These great gods were the very enemies the church had to face now.

The five gods are categorized as follows:

“The first is the god of war, the most widely believed god among pagans. There are many other names for him, but… there are so many that the church simply calls him Bello Bellum.”

A god who understands the various forms of conflict and convinces them of the reasons for fighting, leading them to a new order and stable reign or a collapsed world of chaos and miserable chaos.

The favored race is Orcs, and the blessing given is instant death resistance.

When you are wounded and should die, you will survive if you kill the one who wounded you first.

“Next is the god of agriculture, a traveler who quenches his thirst with blood. It’s Chimal.”

A god who promises a bountiful harvest equal to the amount of blood shed by the sacrifice, but demands more sacrifices the following year, and eventually causes the blood of everyone living in the land to be shed the moment the believer refuses to make an offering.

His favorite race is goblins, and he bestows abundant harvests.

Whether you cultivate the land or cultivate people, the desired ears of grain and desired body parts will grow and grow to yield more harvests.

“Nature God, the fruit of eternal life. Sister of Chimal… The church calls her Sanguio Silva.”

A god who accepts those who have harmed life as sacrifices and gives sweet fruit from their blood to his followers.

The favored race is elves, and the blessings bestowed are hidden.

If you don’t want it, no one will find out.

“The god of the sea, the gluttonous. This god, who now most actively helps the pagans beyond the sea, is called Conspector Oculus by the church.”

A god who regards all beings on Earth as deformed babies born wrongly and tries to devour them at any time.

The favored race is Sea Spawn, and the protection it bestows is Sea Fog.

While walking through the fog, you are slightly affected by the starlight of Lux Stella.

“And this time, the one who steps forward is the Dragon God, Tyrannos.”

“You’re coming this time? Is there any noteworthy sign?”

“There are signs, signs… there are signs.”

A god who elevates himself to the ultimate goal that all life should strive toward and declares those who do not resemble him to be inferior.

The favored race is Kobolds, and no protection is granted.

because.

“Rumors of dragon sightings persist.”

-Because he personally appears in the form of an incarnation for the believers he cherishes.

***

A procession of refugees moving with their long tails wagging.

The children sitting on the cart and swinging their legs and the clanking of pots resonated loudly and then stopped.

The adults who had been pulling the carts with difficulty squatted down and began to fight silently, sobbing or with hoarse voices. They had all used up all their energy in the hasty escape.

Refugees who are so exhausted that they can’t even cry properly.

Beside him were Terveir and his knights.

Terveer watched this scene silently from the saddle of his horse, then let out a sigh of reproach.

“Yubas. If you wanted the ball, you should have won.”

“…”

“You were so confident that you could do it on your own, but this is what happened in the end…!”

Of course, the orders Terwehr received were to protect the refugees and guide their evacuation.

But as a knight dispatched to help those in crisis, it was natural for him to join in on the difficult fight.

I will protect the weak against those who are cruel to the weak.

Although he expressed his intention to join in the suppression of the heretics in accordance with chivalry, unfortunately, all of Yuvas’ commanders were strongly opposed to Terveer’s participation in the war, fearing that they would lose their military merits.

The results, as you can see, were disastrous.

The fellow knights who had been by his side also sympathized with Terveer’s despair.

“Even if you come now and ask for help…”

“I don’t know if there’s any room left before the ugly face.”

The problem isn’t just Yubas.

The one who was more delighted than anyone by the fall of Yuvas was Prince Penrad, who had been unknowingly growing resentful.

Now they were hastily gathering the lords together, saying that they would take the lead, but it was clear as day what the end would be like.

The fight wasn’t just against pagans.

Even the refugees in front of me began to raise their voices and eventually started throwing fists.

Terveer took this sight very seriously.

“I guess I’ll have to stop it. There might be a riot.”

“Oh, my. I wish they could fight so bravely against the pagans.”

The knights grumbled but did not hesitate to show off their might.

But after the fight calmed down and I found out the reason, my complaints doubled.

Terveer felt his breath catch in his throat.

“You saw a dragon but didn’t believe it so you fought it?”

“Nari, it’s true. I, I didn’t see it directly, but I’m sure the shadow was a dragon.”

“The bird must have spread its wings. If you’re in a confusing situation, it’s not strange to be mistaken.”

“Nari! Seriously! Doesn’t a ploughman know the flapping of bird wings?”

“Okay… Get some rest. Whatever it is, you have to run away, right?”

As Terveer waves his hand and chases him away, the serf makes a look of resentment on his face.

He continued to wave his hands for a while without paying any attention.

When the serf finally left, Terveer sighed, pressing his aching forehead with his right hand.

“A dragon.”

“Your Majesty, don’t worry about it. What would a serf know?”

But some of them bent their hands and pecked at other knights like bird beaks, giggling.

“Kwang! It’s an evil dragon!”

“Eww, it’s a dragon! …Puhahahahaha!!!”

“Stop teasing that uneducated serf too much…”

The knights who are embarrassed and trying to stop him and the knights who keep laughing.

Terveer just sighed deeply among them.

“I hope the refugees aren’t scared by strange rumors.”

Episode 150