Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 150



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150. Even I, who follow the principles of etiquette that must be observed even among family members, sometimes waver.

This happens mostly when I meet guys I really like, but strangely enough, most of the guys I like are the ones who try to kill or harm me.

A representative example is the monk Sertel, who is now a distant memory.

Although Sertel was a human scoundrel who failed to manifest the stigmata due to compromising in many ways despite his vow of abstinence, he was always liked because of his consistent attitude.

I couldn’t help but laugh as I recalled how honest I was about my desires and how I revealed my base nature without hiding anything.

Sertel might have awakened his aura long ago if he had sworn to honesty rather than moderation.

Of course, he was the one who tried to kill me, and he was a villain who had harmed Topha and his soldiers, so I stabbed him hard in the face.

Why did Sertel, who has now become a guest who cannot return, come to mind?

I knew the answer.

It was the same case with my other enemy, Kardal Orn Yuvas.

Kardal was a man with the meticulousness and perseverance to support his ambitions.

“These are the supply routes and bases currently maintained by Yubas.”

Even as the advance continued, Kardal would occasionally visit the camp and share the information he knew.

He did not complain about the fact that the Duchy of Powis sent only about a thousand soldiers, and simply carried out his duties calmly.

Of course, I wouldn’t have been satisfied with just drawing a few dots and lines on a map.

“One of these. I intend to give up on all routes except those that pass through Penelium, the stronghold of Prince Penrad.”

“Why? Isn’t this the time when the entire Yubas Army was scattered to suppress the heretics? You’re in charge of supplies. You have to distribute them fairly.”

This guy is good at taking pranks.

It was quite funny to see him glaring at me when I asked him a stupid question on purpose.

“Yubas… didn’t lose because he didn’t know how to deal with them. Ariaba is clearly aiming to defeat them individually. It will be difficult to defeat those who borrowed Ise’s power in a small-scale fight, so he will drag them into a large-scale group battle.”

“So you, the supply officer, are going to abuse your authority and act like the commander in chief?”

“If Yubas’ army is destroyed, you too will have a hard time, Bishop Hou.”

“Even though Yubas is so healthy, he still suffers inside.”

Kardal.

The reason this guy says he’ll cut off all the good supply lines and keep only one is to unify Yubas’ disorganized command structure.

The fatal flaw of Yubas is that each commander is blinded by his own military achievements and does not cooperate with each other.

Even when the situation reached a critical point, it was clear that he intended to strongly pressure other commanders who were not gathering together due to pride or self-esteem by using supply as bait.

It was a great sight to see him dedicate himself to his country, but as a sponsor who supported Kardal in many ways, it was a decision that made me frown.

“If that happens, you will be attacked when the issue of responsibility for the war comes up. As your strong supporter who hopes for your independence, I am very concerned.”

“So. Let’s just suck our thumbs together until our army is completely destroyed?”

This kid is worried about a country he doesn’t even have yet.

He was anxious, obsessed with the thought that his inheritance should not be ruined.

It’s good to have a sense of ownership, but if you lack cool-headed judgment, you’ll just look ugly to others.

I tapped my forehead with my index finger, arousing Kardal’s anxiety.

“You should express it more so that everyone knows that you care so much for your country and people.”

“What nonsense are you talking about again…”

“Ultimately, the statement that we will drag this out into a large-scale group battle means that we will give up the various villages and settlements that we currently control.”

Any commander in his right mind would have already figured out what it takes to win.

You should prepare for a soul fight rather than splitting your forces to protect Penrad’s settlement and getting eaten up.

The problem was the purpose of Yuvas’s coming to save Penrad, and the grievances of the commanders scattered everywhere.

“King Yubas, who planned this expedition to gain the hearts of the people in order to ascend to the throne, would not easily allow it. Didn’t he lead this expedition by saying that he would first persuade the people since it would be difficult to gain the support of the church?”

“…”

“King Yubas will also know what the right decision is. However, he will be looking forward to the emergence of a political scapegoat who will represent his opinion because of the backlash that will occur if he does so. King Yubas will not be able to easily give up the popular support of Penrad that he has worked so hard to gain.”

“It’s a guess.”

“Isn’t this why commanders can’t just leave their garrison? They know what’s strategically right, but if they move first, they’ll be singled out as scapegoats and get branded. They’re afraid of being branded, so they don’t join up, desperately trying to make military achievements.”

In the pitch-black night, the stuffy air beneath the commander’s tent feels like it’s drying up.

A shadow falls across Kardal’s face following the flickering candlelight.

I looked at Kardal’s hardened face and started twirling my fingers.

“But it’s like giving up your title as king in order to obtain the crown. The longer Prince Yubas hesitates, the more damage he inflicts, and the more vassals and vassals who are dissatisfied with his decisions will increase by the day.”

The tip of her finger, which had been spinning around for a long time, was pointed at the man right in front of her.

It was Kardal.

“Then come out.”

“what?”

“Prove to me that you are not a king just because you have the crown. Take up the challenge. Show the people that you have the right insight and the right words, even if it means going against the will of your father, the King of Yubas.”

I put my pointing finger back and laughed.

“You can start abusing your authority from then on.”

***

Even while I was working hard as an independent consultant for Kardal, progress was made steadily.

Our destination was Penolium, the capital of the Duchy of Penrad.

This place called Phenolium is said to have had its own defenses built near the winding river.

It is said that it has avoided capture until now because it is far from the coast and has iron chains blocking the area to protect against pirates coming up the river.

When the pagans come up the river, they immediately pull the chains taut to block the movement of the pagan ships with deep keels and low hulls.

Eventually, the pagans had no choice but to disembark or return, and at least in land warfare, the Inquisitors’ army, which could move cavalry, had the advantage.

-Until now.

It has been three days since we passed through the realm of Powis and entered the Duchy of Penrad.

It was the moment when I was about to cross a gentle hill with trees growing sparsely.

Purrururk!

The horse of the knight in the lead suddenly raises its foreleg and trots.

The knight, Husten Orn Suster, who had once again taken on the role of adjutant, began to speak calmly.

“Whoa, whoa.”

Fortunately, it seems that he usually cherishes his horses very much.

As calm and warm hands repeatedly stroked and comforted the mane, Husten’s steed quickly regained its composure.

But the little rat hanging from the small iron cage beneath my saddle reacted quite differently.

Click! Click! Click!

The rat, which had been cowering in fear, suddenly started running wild and repeatedly slammed its body against the iron bars.

The torso was hit so violently that the iron bars shook noisily.

After calming his steed for a long time, Sir Hustan sighed in relief and became worried about this.

“Your Majesty, I’m sorry. Your pet was startled by my sudden words.”

“It’s not a pet.”

“Oh, I. Then why did you bring that mouse…?”

“It looks like John the Dimwit.”

“?”

John Min-meori, who had been predicting a crisis with his unique intuition.

The new presence to replace his absence was this caged mouse.

Of course, I didn’t bring him here because I particularly like rats.

Sir Hustan went away, pondering what the mouse and the bald John had in common.

It was at this time that Kardal heard the commotion and, clutching the reins, closed the distance.

“You reacted to the dragon god.”

“You’re not just surprised?”

What returned my reasonable question was Kardal’s cautious attitude.

Kardal got down from the saddle and started glaring at the rat trapped in the cage.

The little rat was lying there, wheezing, exhausted, as if it had used up all its strength from repeatedly slamming its body against the iron bars.

It was at this time that Kardal declared with a dark complexion.

“The dragon god is right. This rat hit the iron bars hard enough that its head was crushed.”

-The old gods of Ise have devised all sorts of countermeasures to counter the power of the human world.

This is the reason why the Inse army, which had a strong cavalry force called the Knights, was bound to be defeated against them.

And it was Kardal’s claim that all five surviving gods had the means to incapacitate the knights.

Here, the means of waiting that the dragon god possessed was extremely simple.

horror.

Even those fierce beasts would die of heart attacks if the Yongshin gave them even a single bit of attention.

Even if you don’t pay attention, just seeing traces left behind by the dragon god, such as body odor or footprints, will make you go crazy.

It is said that there are only two ways to perfectly endure the fear that the Dragon God brings.

Either commit suicide or worship a god who will protect you.

Kardal shook his head and climbed back into the saddle, saying:

“Rats are particularly sensitive. That knight’s steed, Husten, seems to be particularly sensitive as well.”

“If that’s the case, wouldn’t it be possible to detect flocks of migratory birds or other animals moving around? That would be much easier.”

There is no need to clean up the rat carcass.

But my plausible argument did not work on the being called Yongshin.

“The beasts cannot move unless the Dragon God permits it. All beasts are captured by the Dragon God the moment they recognize Him. Only a few, sensitive like rats, try to die before they are completely captured.”

“People are okay, right?”

“Because I am under the protection of a god. Whether it be the old god of this world or the starlight of the human world.”

God’s protection…

The moment I heard those words, I realized the truth that the church had been hiding.

I was thinking of the level 0 miracle, health and longevity, that Lux Stella grants to all humans who believe in her.

Is Lux Stella caring for her followers more than we thought?

…Seeing Kardal making such serious claims, I think it’s time to ask him.

“How do we stop it when a real dragon appears?”

At that moment, Kardal began to blink his eyes.

“The dragon god won’t move so blatantly. He will still be wary of the starlight of the world. Above all…”

“More than anything?”

“The stigmata manifester just needs to exert his power. I know that.”

“…”

***

The road to Phenolium wasn’t all sinister and scary.

Because I saw a familiar face beyond the long line of dirty refugees.

Terveer, a magnificent knight who had been displaying his military exploits in foreign lands for many years, was leading the people with a dignified attitude.

Seeing that he is unharmed, I can see that he is indeed worthy of being called the strongest knight in the Duchy of Powis.

Thinking of Duke Athelton and Aethelred, who were worried about Terveir, I found myself raising my hand and shouting.

“Terve!”

Then, Terveer, who noticed me from afar, opened his eyes wide.

“Narva!”

also.

There is no one more welcoming than family met in a faraway land.

“I heard that you took Yurid as your seed and are beating her up with lies!!!!”

…..

“Your Majesty Tervere, please be respectful. Isn’t that too informal of a speech to a bishop who has turned his back on the world and become a member of the Church?”

Episode 151