Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 156



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156. Everyone in the tea house murder world is bound to be misunderstood in their lives.

Maybe someone made a bad first impression, or someone with wrong prejudice made a judgment… there are many reasons.

The important thing is that there is no one who is completely free from misunderstandings.

Me too.

Even I, an honest person who lives honestly and openly, am sometimes misunderstood.

People who only saw my bold decisions and emotional directing perceived me as a belligerent fighter.

But I can confidently say that I am not the type of person who enjoys chaos and struggle.

Of course, I like competitive content within the rules, but I’m the type of person who only talks about it when I win and yells that it’s boring when I lose.

That’s understandable, fighting is basically a gamble with a lot of waste.

This is why it is normal for a properly civilized person who knows how to do math to try to avoid physical conflict as much as possible.

The lessons I learned from the modern world of the 21st century were still engraved in my soul.

Avoid fighting without reason.

If you must fight, you must know how to derive benefit from it rather than expending meaningless emotions.

I think they said, “The blue bird comes first.”

I learned a more advanced lesson while playing [Fantasy Monarch].

It’s a story about two user alliances running different countries and on the verge of war.

As the Western and Eastern Empires began to engage in a war of nerves over various coastlines and islands, the users of the Eastern Empire I belonged to began holding a strategy meeting.

[It looks like the Western Empires are already building their fleets? The price of lumber is skyrocketing.]

[The users over there have grown quickly. It seems like they’ve gone for the approach of winning over local lords rather than conquering the ignorant.]

[I don’t know about future generations, but it seems like they won’t be able to win right now.]

[You know that, so you’re trying to expand now, right? That area is all honey land. It seems like you’re just going to take it and then expand your power.]

Western Empire users chose to expand quickly right away, while Eastern Empire users chose to play much more slowly but steadily.

As a result, the Eastern Empire had higher potential in the future, but the Western Empire had the upper hand in terms of military power at the time.

Users from both factions judged that they would not be able to determine victory or defeat if they clashed immediately, so instead of delaying a full-scale war, they were focused on pressuring or winning over the surrounding NPC lords to display their countries’ influence.

Here, everyone could not help but feel impatient as the Western Empire took the lead by building a fleet and subduing the lords of the island region.

[Even if it’s because it’s an area that’s been passed over, it’s really fucked up if the rest is taken away.]

[I guess I’ll have to fill in the remaining space.]

The opinions of our Eastern Empire users soon narrowed down to one.

We need to make a full-scale move here before the Western empires take over.

Fortunately, the fleet that the Western Empire was building, although large in size, took a long time to build, so it could not move for a while, while our Eastern Empire, although inferior in both quantity and quality, was able to move immediately.

But there was a biggest problem.

[Guys;; Even if you build a fleet, what is the justification for starting a war?]

[Not fabricated?]

[There’s a place like a religion for us; if you hit them like that, they’ll excommunicate you from the church, right?]

The point was that the Western Empire, the Eastern Empire, and the NPC lords stuck in between all had the same or similar religion.

In particular, the NPC lords are friendly with the Pope in order to maintain their independence, and the Pope is also supporting their independence in order to position himself as a mediator.

Because of this, even while opposing the Western Empire, pressuring the NPC lords in the island region was relegated to a lower priority.

Because it could make even the Pope an enemy for no reason.

If we ignore this dynamic structure and start a war under some ridiculous pretext, it will only give the Western Empire a reason to intervene as the protector of the NPC lords.

This is a crisis for our Eastern Empire, which is completely blocked from both the front and the back.

At this very moment, I, who had gained experience playing, took on the role of a pitcher and struck out at the batter.

[Exchange the ball]

[?]

[We have to fight, so what’s the use of exchanging hostages?]

[I sent my son to Bolmo.]

[No, sir, what are you sending your kid for?]

At that moment, I was smiling proudly, having successfully solved the puzzle.

[I have a pagan captive chick in my court. I plan to hire him as my vassal and teach him how to manipulate the other party’s kids.]

[ah…!]

[Much]

Both the Western and Eastern Empires have to fight, but neither wants to fight right now.

If users demand a host exchange agreement to prevent military conflict between each other, they will gladly accept it.

However, the exchange of hostages with Western Empire users is nothing more than a smokescreen to hide the true intentions.

[There are a lot of brats anyway, so under the pretext of keeping peace with the NPC lords, you can exchange all their brats for hostages and convert them to pagans.]

The real ones are the successors of the NPC lords.

[If you don’t give me a successor, I can just bring in those who are lower in the hierarchy among the claimants to the title, convert them, and then plan the inheritance. If I inherit the title, I have to end my life as a hostage, so naturally, the peace treaty through the exchange of hostages will also end.]

After converting their successors to paganism and having them inherit the title, they start a war using their false beliefs as an excuse.

[We can’t let this get discovered, so let’s pretend to take the land from the eastern NPC pagans and let the other users down a bit.]

[But then wouldn’t all your children die? You can’t plan your inheritance for a hundred days, and you have to do it right away when you’re ready.]

[If you exchange hostages and start a war, you’ll usually be executed;;]

At that moment, I was touched by the warmth of our user union that even cared about my cyber child.

[OK]

So I offered them some words of comfort so they could feel at ease.

[They were going to cut off their tails anyway, so they would rather have their necks cut off than their tails cut off. If you guys are planning an inheritance, send them a pre-emptive strike.]

What’s important is a change in thinking.

More important than the death of my cyber child is overcoming the crisis of my title and property being divided.

Users from the Eastern Empire who noticed this fact clapped their knees and applauded.

[Oh, that’s right. With that, inheritance planning is possible.]

[I searched through all the abandoned seeds lol]

As a result, the Eastern Empire won.

Even though it was cyberspace, the users of the Western empires never dreamed that we would send our children here as hostages and treat them like expendable goods, leaving them to be beheaded en masse.

So much so that after the multiplayer ended with our victory, we sent out some evil chat.

[Amchang, what the hell are you guys, human beings?]

[ㅋㅋㅋㅋ Those who couldn’t protect the country have long tongues]

[Wow, shit, I got goosebumps seeing these kids keep coming into the military while they’re cutting off all their balls. Don’t you guys think about honor penalties and such?]

[You can just suppress those who pick on you with the military. That’s how you protect the country, right?]

[Is winning all you have to do? You bastards are really screwed.]

This experience has been a great inspiration to me to this day.

Mainly to plan and execute a plot to make Yubas suffer eternally.

***

June 18, 1216.

The debate that started with one person’s courageous action ended with a satisfactory conclusion for everyone.

After a long wait and horrific suffering, peace has finally come to the Duchy of Penrad.

It is thanks to this that fellow believers who had pointed their swords at each other because they did not want to give up their property have overcome the chasm of distrust and miraculously joined hands.

Let us summarize the results of this amazing conference, which took place in the face of the enemy, the pagans.

first.

The Prince of Penrad has supreme command over all military operations taking place in Penrad.

second.

The field commanders of Yuvas, who were hostile to Prince Penrad and betrayed the hearts of the local people, are given a period of self-reflection.

Third.

The vacant positions and authority left by the commanders’ self-reflection are filled by Kardal, who has the support of Prince Penrad.

Fourth.

The notary of all these treaties is the Stigmata Apparitionist, Bishop of Narva.

“I hereby declare that all disputes are officially ended.”

Knock knock!

The court of Phenolium was filled with the sound of chairs being pushed back as soon as the meeting ended.

Prince Penrad and his vassals smiled brightly, while Kardal and his entourage could not hide the twitching of their lips.

On the other hand, the commanders of Yubas looked around with twisted eyebrows and bloodshot eyes, furious, but could do nothing.

Because Prince Yubas, who recognized the seriousness of the situation, gave absolute orders for Yubas to rise up.

But how could I leave them with such a frown on their faces when they are also brothers who serve the same faith?

I looked over them one by one and then raised both arms.

The duty of the priest.

It was time to keep the promise to bring bright and hopeful smiles to everyone.

“Laugh, you who have chosen the right path in the face of your enemies. You have the right to laugh!”

“Hahaha! As expected, these are wise words from the person who is favored by His Holiness, the Bishop.”

Here, Prince Penrad, who had gained extreme advantage, was the first to respond.

“Until the twilight of Ise sets beyond the horizon. Starlight of the human world, bless us.”

Just looking at his eyes, you can tell that Kardal, a pagan, is reciting a scripture that is often recited in church.

But even though everyone was laughing and lightening the mood, Yubas’s commanders did not do so.

I deeply sighed at their feelings, which had been dried up from the fierce power struggle and from traveling to and from the battlefield, and offered words of comfort.

“Are the blood relatives of Yubas not satisfied with the opportunity to fight Ise and prove their innocence and faith?”

Smile, you piece of shit.

Only after I tried to convey this message in the most polite and polite way possible, did I get a weak response.

Only then did the commanders of Yubas reluctantly clap their hands and nod their heads.

Clap clap clap…

Someone’s heartless clapping echoed off the walls.

And the applause that came back once gave courage to others as well.

Applause and laughter filled the palace in an instant.

It’s great to see everyone come together and accept the results of the talks, regardless of who is involved.

I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the lively and cheerful scenery that made me think it was not a war zone.

“then.”

Hard.

I clasped my gloved hands together and called out to the person I had been waiting for.

Terveer.

Before the meeting, our duchy’s strongest knight, who had been dozing off with his comrades and Penrad’s soldiers, opened his eyes.

“Please, Sir Terveer, guide the commanders of Yuvas where they should be in self-imprisonment.”

“Of course, Your Majesty! Come on… let’s go, you scumbags!”

The blood relatives of Yubas clench their teeth in protest against the term ‘trash’.

However, even though this world is another world, it is a place that clearly has a medieval social structure.

The law is far away, but the blade is infinitely close.

The blood relatives of Yubas turned their heads with pale faces as soon as Terveer snickered and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.

“Ugh!”

“Don’t threaten me… Just give me some guidance.”

“Haha! It’s nice to see you being so proactive!”

Could there be anything more exhilarating for the people of the Principality of Powis, the weakest of the five duchies and the one who has suffered under Yuvas all day long?

Terveer shrugged and led away the Yuvas’ clan members, almost like prisoners, without even tying them up.

Only then did Prince Penrad, who was smiling brightly, approach me.

“Your Majesty, you could have completely subdued them before they even shed blood! It seems Athelton was born with a talent for children!”

“If it had not been for Your Majesty’s decision, this would not have been attempted. Even if their forces are strong, how can they overcome the voices calling for justice?”

“Indeed… there is reason in your words, so I cannot help but ponder them. You are truly a talented person!”

***

Prince Penrad’s praise continued until the sun began to set.

I spent a long time bragging about my achievements to my guests by throwing a lavish banquet with everything I had.

As people started to come out, starting to get drunk and lose their minds, I felt a familiar hand tapping my shoulder.

Cat-eyed pagan.

None other than Kardal was staring at me.

“After the bishop.”

“Oh, the commander in chief of the Yubas Expeditionary Force.”

“Let’s talk for a moment.”

“If you want.”

I readily accepted Kardal’s invitation, picking up the glass of wine in front of me, and, as expected,

As Kardal retreated to a deserted area, he began to show signs of aggression.

“You told me to wait for the right time, but now you’ve completely separated me and my father.”

“I gave it to you because I felt sorry for the deaths of Yubas’ soldiers. You got an army, right? That’s fine.”

“…I know better than anyone else my father’s lust for power. He is not the kind of person who would quietly nominate me as his successor in this situation. Those who have secured the right to inherit or supporters… All of the blood relatives who are currently under house arrest must be killed.”

Kardal is a guy with good instincts.

While talking over there, he was looking this way and openly gazing at me.

That guy knows what I have prepared and what I want, so he hesitates and hesitates.

“If that’s what it takes, then so be it.”

“Miriam right Yubas.”

“…”

“You were saving it for this moment.”

Yeah, that’s how it should be.

I lifted the glass I had brought and laughed heartily.

“So. You’re not going to kill me?”

“Bishop…!!!”

I gave the usurper Kardal the golden opportunity to stabilize his base and put the strongest pressure on his father, Prince Yuvas.

The moment this opportunity is missed, Kardal is finished.

Prince Yubas would give all his strength to the other bloodlines in order to keep Kardal in check, who was beginning to dream of a full-fledged usurpation, and as long as the original commanders were alive, Yubas’ expeditionary force could betray Kardal at any time.

An army with no loyalty, ready to plot any scheme if the Prince of Yubas or the retired commanders promise them amnesty and greater rewards.

“If they even put you under house arrest, the choice is yours.”

There is only one way to master this, the one Kardal mentioned.

That is the system of homicide that makes one commit the crime of kin murder.

“Your choice, I’ll wait as long as you want.”

Even if it is a fatal flaw that threatens his regime for a long time.

Episode 157