Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 157



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157. Do not choose, but obey Parthos Orn Phenolium Penrad.

The man with a noble lineage and a long history and tradition worthy of his long name was smiling for the first time in a long time.

It was thanks to the helper I met with across the flickering candlelight in the night when the night dew had settled.

“Is it really okay for me to just wait like this?”

“Kardal is an ambitious man. He will not miss this opportunity. This will be his last chance to fully seize the expeditionary force.”

“It’s the last.”

“Not all of Yuvas’ blood relatives are stupid. Even if they are imprisoned for now, they will still be looking for a way to fight back. Leaving them alive will only harm Kardal.”

An unexpected helper.

The schemer who defeated Yuvas, the formidable enemy that King Penrad had to groan against, in one breath with cunning tricks revealed smooth eyes beneath his shiny black hair.

Narva after the bishopric of Powis.

He lifted the glass of boiling water and blew on it.

“Then, the reason you called me in the middle of the night…”

“I thought he might take advantage of the chaos to assassinate Your Highness. On the other hand, the cornered Yuvas’ blood relatives might try to use Your Highness’s life as collateral.”

Bishop Narva answered any question or situation as if he had anticipated it, as if he had been flowing water.

When you listen to those soft and lively words, you can’t help but feel refreshed.

Hororok-.

Narva brought the glass to his lips, took a sip, and smiled faintly.

“Therefore, the Terveer guard is outside the door, and I am guarding the inside. Waste of time will only be disadvantageous to him, so I will probably take action sometime today.”

Prince Penrad wondered where this leisure came from.

Where on earth does that confidence come from?

It was a completely different appearance from the naturally innocent and innocent Prince Aeselton, who had avoided any dark tricks.

So, a sharp question arose out of a little spite, or perhaps envy towards the Duke of Athelton who had such a wonderful child.

“I understand your meticulousness, but it’s difficult for everything in the world to go according to plan. Even if the situation changes suddenly, will you be able to achieve what you have planned?”

Then Narva slowly put down his glass and smiled kindly.

“Please tell me what you are concerned about and I will consider it as well.”

“I understand your intentions.”

Before the meeting, Prince Penrad heard several stories from Narva.

Narva was exceptional at getting the gist of a story across.

He said he made Yubas an offer he couldn’t refuse, and Yubas accepted.

Prince Penrad was momentarily suspicious of her simple manner of speaking.

I wondered why Yubas would accept a choice that was disadvantageous to him, but the moment I heard the story, I realized.

If you look at the choices that Narva kindly explained to you, they are all terrifying.

Among these, Prince Yubas seems to be the best option.

He would have chosen to hand over all command to Kardal and hand over the command of the Allied forces to Prince Penrad.

Prince Penrad’s question arose here.

“But even if Prince Yuvas, the Bairu Orn Yuvas, chose Kardal to preserve his power, isn’t that not leaving room for a counterattack? I can see your intentions because you chose the best option among the options you presented.”

Rather than putting forward Miriam Orne Jubas, who is already nothing more than a puppet of the church, I would rather choose Kardal, who attempted to usurp the throne.

Prince Penrad thought this was why Yuvas accepted the negotiations.

“We need to buy time to find a successor to replace Kardal… I suppose that’s what you think?”

It was a surprising question that came to me after much deliberation.

Indeed, Narva began to blink.

Prince Penrad felt a strange sense of satisfaction at the gazes blankly looking at him and straightened his posture.

also.

No matter how outstanding his abilities may be, Bishop Narva is ultimately just a young man without any experience.

It was the moment when Prince Penrad smiled triumphantly.

“…”

Narva was silently staring at Prince Penrad with both eyes blinking.

“…?”

He furrowed his eyebrows and narrowed his forehead.

“ah.”

He placed his glass on the table with a thud and then burst into laughter.

“Hahaha! Indeed!”

“As expected… I knew you’d recognize me. Hehe, for now I’ll have to rely on the wisdom of the experienced.”

“Yes. You should always listen to the advice of the wise. If you judge things arbitrarily, you are likely to get into big trouble.”

“Athelton is truly blessed with many children. I still don’t have the confidence to send my own son to battle, but I have a son like you who would give up his inheritance to help me.”

Prince Penrad and Narva looked at each other for a while and laughed happily.

It was at this moment that another voice intervened.

Terveer, who had been silently guarding outside the door, knocked cautiously on the door.

“I hear groans. And footsteps.”

It was clear what Terveer’s message meant.

The corners of Prince Penrad’s mouth, who had been smiling brightly, twitched slightly, while Narva nodded leisurely and answered.

“Please take care of the security, Sir Tervere.”

“May good fortune be with you too, Your Majesty.”

The night the meeting took place.

The first thing Kardal did after taking all command was to massacre all of the other blood relatives.

Yubas’s blood relatives, who noticed the sinister intention, tried to resist urgently, but it was useless.

Kardal moved quickly with only a few of his immediate subordinates, and thanks to the tacit approval of Prince Penrad, he was able to continue the executions without any interference.

Of course, it wouldn’t have been strange if the blade in the middle of the night had been stuck in a completely unexpected place.

“Step back.”

-Clang.

The sound of footsteps sweeping down the hallway suddenly stops.

Tervere, a knight wearing a surcoat with the family crest painted on it over silver chainmail armor.

“If you come any closer, it is my order to slaughter you all.”

He had clashed with the pagans and even the Yuvas’ vanguard several times, and he was waiting with his sword drawn.

The assassins began to hesitate, unable to come any closer to this grim warning.

Lost momentum.

Terveer, who had judged it thus, continued speaking in a calm tone.

“But if we go back, we will remain as bad friends as we have been until now.”

If you approach despite this warning, an irreversible storm will blow through the Duchy of Penrad.

The enemy is closing in on him every moment, and only Ariaba, who swings his sword four times, will be able to laugh.

So, should we rush forward for the future, or should we accept reality and compromise?

The assassins thought about it for a long time before making a decision.

Beneath the wriggling shadows, the cat’s characteristic bright yellow eyes glowed.

“I was just chasing the one who ran away.”

“Hoo? If you were worried about that, don’t worry. I don’t particularly like the name Nana Yehana Yubas!”

Tch.

The sound of tongue clicking resonates.

“I’m going back.”

The bright yellow cat’s eyes closed again under the eyelids.

And then, not long after, the overlapping footsteps began to retreat, tapping on the cold stone floor.

Even if he was an executioner who did not care about human life, he could not ignore Terveer’s namelessness.

And so the night of death passed.

Hororok…

The sound of chains rubbing against each other outside the door and the calm sound of someone swallowing continue to overlap.

Unlike Prince Penrad, who had turned pale and stiff, Narva opened the book he had prepared and enjoyed reading, turning the pages.

When the sun finally rose, Prince Penrad’s fear had been replaced by anger.

The night of death has passed.

“How dare you… me!

If Narva and Terveer had not been guarding them all night, they might have been killed together in the confusion.

When I thought about it like that, it was natural that my heart was boiling with anger.

But instead of listening to Prince Penrad’s complaints, Narva chose to persuade him in a serious voice.

“Your Majesty, this may be Yubas’s plan. He must have used trickery after seeing the courage you showed. I understand your anger, but drawing your sword here will only lead to a military conflict with Yubas.”

“Bishop. So you’re saying I should just stay still when my life is threatened?”

“If you take away their reason for staying here, how can they continue to stay here?”

Narva smiled, caressing his empty glass.

“It would be better to remove that reason and make them go back quickly. Then they will fight among themselves.”

However, Prince Penrad’s attitude was stubborn.

Prince Penrad was so furious that his life was threatened that he did not consider the political expediency.

Since Narbayashi had played a major role in helping us get through this situation safely, he only pretended to listen.

“Hmm. I’ve always listened to your words. But please understand that I can’t take all advice to heart.”

“Understood, Your Majesty.”

And Narva did not try to stop or discourage him any further.

All he did was nod with a faint smile, a humble attitude befitting the image that comes to mind when thinking of a priest.

***

The city where the massacre took place was in utter chaos.

Taking advantage of the confusion, Kardal tried to strike down Prince Penrad, and the Prince Penrad was furious.

The two men’s battle for supremacy was colder and sharper than the frost of May and June, and it was felt all over the castle.

Heavily armed soldiers, their faces completely covered by face shields, move through the bloodstains, exuding a cold aura.

With swords drawn from their scabbards and spears swinging with each step, the sunlight was dizzyingly scattered, and there was only one place that escaped this cool tension.

Iron Man.

The knights relaxed and all of a sudden, they forgot their pride and sat down on the ground.

“You can’t possibly move right away…”

“I wonder if they are really that baseless. They would kill their own family indiscriminately.”

“Ugh, my legs. They hurt.”

Terveer was no exception.

Terveer sighed, wiping the cold sweat dripping down his cheeks with the hem of his coat.

“Narva, we’ve passed the Gobi, but… I heard His Highness the Duke of Penrad’s words outside.”

“yes?”

“Yubas has chosen the option for a counterattack. Have you devised a way to prepare for it?”

The feeling of exhilaration is fleeting and the future is brightly unfolding.

Terveer guessed that the cunning and powerful Yuvas would not tolerate such trickery.

It was a serious enough topic to make me sigh heavily.

But Narva stared blankly at Terveer for a while, then waved his hand and laughed.

“Haha! You shouldn’t think of Lord Terveer as Prince Penrad.”

“Thinking?”

“Sir Terveer. No, brother.”

This time it was Terveer’s turn to blink.

Narva tapped his empty glass with his index finger and bared his teeth.

“I never gave you a choice.”

With that, Narva kindly explained to Terveer and the knights.

Byrne Orne Yubas.

He chose Kardal to preserve his power to fight against Miriam Orne Jubas, whom the Church had put forward as a puppet.

But the church is not Miriam Orne Yubas.

I will never accept any successor who is not Enon, the illegitimate son of the current king.

Of course, Kardal, who was heavily influenced by Ise, will certainly be branded a heretic if he puts forward any other successor whose innocence has not been proven.

Yubas is now left with only two outcomes.

Will you tolerate Miriam’s victory and become a perfect puppet of the Church, or will you pay the price of joining the hands of Kardal or another successor by being hunted down by the native princes thirsting for the Holy War?

“What kind of choice is this? If you tell me, I have to accept it all.”

“”…””

“Okay, now that the internal organization is finished.”

Clap clap.

Narva drew attention with two rounds of applause.

“Now let’s think about where to fight our real enemy, Ariava.”

Episode 158