Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 159



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159. The swindler originally created a reputation. Bishop Senista of the Diocese of Penrad.

Although he was not a stigmata apparition, he was recognized for his long studies and strong sense of mission to make a living, and was appointed to the position of bishop.

A man who unfortunately did not have the practical ability or political sense, but was not lacking as a religious person.

The reason why the diocese of Penrad was still in turmoil and why it was still standing was all down to Bishop Senista.

For this bishop, armed with religious zeal, the news that the stigmata apparition had come was a very joyful thing.

Especially if he is a close associate of the Vatican, a protector of the people who has been granted a black mantle.

However, the previous interview had left Bishop Senista deeply disappointed.

Bishop Narva, who was said to be a stigmata apparition, was horribly cruel and showed little zeal in protecting the poor people.

Even if you are angry and want to fight back, the entire cathedral has already been taken over by Bishop Narva.

Bishop Senista could only lament and loiter in his bedroom.

“What good is victory if it does not protect the innocent?”

The biggest difference that separates the Manjinjeon of Ise and the church of Inse.

It is precisely this utter refusal to sacrifice the weak.

Even if the result was a disaster, even if everyone died because they could not abandon the weak, the church of humanity did the right thing.

On the other hand, Bishop Narva is very heretical.

He resembles his enemies, Ise, so much so that if he had not been a stigmata manifestor, he would have been immediately referred to the Inquisition for Heresy.

This fact made Bishop Senista sigh and doubt whether Lux Stella was still with him.

‘O Starlight of Humanity, this is not freedom, this is indulgence.’

The agony did not stop.

Bishop Senista could not fall asleep even with his pillow, and was forced to pace and sigh constantly.

So when the guests came.

When the guest knocked cautiously on the doorknob, it was not missed.

“Bishop, are you there?”

“Who would have brought this lowly servant to me at this hour of the night…”

Bishop Senista welcomed his guest with a puzzled yet unquestioning attitude.

In any case, it is a pseudo episcopal position since the Bishop of Narva seized all authority.

Bishop Senista’s true intention was that he had no reason to harm, and that he would rather be harmed than just stand by helplessly.

But the moment I found out the identity of the guest who had come.

The story that Mild Orn Geron, a knight who appeared with his defined muscles visible under a thin tunic, told along with his self-introduction was not easy to pass over.

“what?”

Something that a person who is a member of a church or a priest should never do.

“What… what a miserable thing to do! And why would you do something like that in the place where Saint Illenius began leading the refugees?!”

The sighs of Saint Illenius.

It was the very plain where Saint Illenius led the refugees from the fallen kingdom on their long exodus.

And after the bishopric, Narva intended to attract the attention of the pagan chieftain and wage war by accepting the refugees flocking to this historic plain.

At the cost of the refugees’ lives!

“Bishop, I too am risking my life to say this. As a knight, I absolutely cannot tolerate such a thing. The heralds are already riding their horses towards the refugees, time is running out!”

“Your Highness, Prince Penrad. What did you do with that absurd statement?”

“That’s… why I came to see you, Bishop. His Highness Prince Penrad, Kardal Orne Yuvas, and Your Eminence the Bishop. None of the three objected.”

“ah!”

Bishop Senista felt dizzy and his eyes were spinning.

I almost fainted, but I gritted my teeth and barely held on, knowing what would happen if I continued like this.

It must be stopped.

What good is a victory achieved by using the lives of innocent people as bait?

This is a victory that must be won to protect them, but the tables have turned and they are being abandoned for the sake of victory.

But how?

I don’t have a precise count of the refugees coming in, but it must be at least several thousand.

The moment he realized that his life depended on it, Bishop Senista started to think desperately.

“…Lord Terveer.”

I then recalled a person who had revealed his intentions with his eyes when he had run into the Bishop.

“Does Lord Terveer also know this fact?”

“No, I don’t know. But you weren’t there when I was observing the meeting.”

“If it was the bishop, he probably anticipated that there would be opposition and separated them in advance…”

After hearing Mild Orne Geron’s testimony, the whole situation was already pictured in my head.

Terveer is a knight among knights who is famous for his honor even in foreign countries.

There have also been rumors that over the years, he has focused more on protecting and evacuating refugees than on his specialty, and that he has focused more on rescuing refugees than on protecting the relics.

Some criticized his judgment, saying that the relics were more valuable, but Tervere’s nobility in wanting to save the people was a model for knights.

Naturally, the moment the bishop learned of Narva’s plan, he would have reacted strongly.

He must have separated them in advance, keeping in mind the opposition of Terveer, the most powerful knight and brother of the bishop.

“I have to convince Sir Terveer.”

“Bishop, I will join you. Although I lack the courage to go see him in person…”

“I witnessed your courage today. Don’t blame yourself. I am comforted by the fact that you are with me.”

Bishop Senista was a man of bold decision-making who did not hesitate when necessary.

At least as a religious person, as a priest, I knew what I had to do.

When he heard the shocking news, he immediately took action with the article, and as expected.

“Bishop, what nonsense are you talking about?”

“Lord Terve…”

“Hahaha! Even though Narva may be a bit sinister and evil, it’s not to that extent!”

As expected, Terveer knew nothing about the Bishop’s brutal plan.

Maybe they knew too well, but because they were family, they deliberately ignored the flaws.

However, after Bishop Senista repeatedly tried to persuade and persuade him, he finally accepted the reality and let out a deep sigh.

“Narva… is my brother. There is still compassion and human kindness in his eyes.”

“Even after hearing this terrible plan?”

“If you’ve truly crossed that line!”

Terveer fiddled with the hilt of his sword with a dreary look in his eyes that he had never seen before.

“I will tell you not to complain even if both your arms and legs are blown away.”

Even Bishop Terveer, who learned of Narva’s disastrous plan, was a knight whose action was unrivaled.

He sent Bishop Senista as an observer and told his fellow knights the truth he had learned.

Whether they heard it through rumors, attended meetings, or heard it directly from Terveer, their reaction was the same.

“Swoop, this is…”

“Even though he is my brother, this goes against the will of His Holiness the Bishop. If you don’t want it, you can step down.”

“No. If Sir Terveer hadn’t told me, I would have gone alone. With like-minded friends.”

The knights looked at each other, grinning, and finally at Terveer before standing up together.

“That’s why I’m telling you, you shouldn’t be so childish and spoiled.”

“Sir Terveer is strangely gentle with his family, which is a problem.”

“hmm…”

The constant criticism from his colleagues made even the steadfast Terveer waver.

“What you said… is right. I should reflect on it.”

“Oh? Are you going to beat up Yurid now too?”

“Before that, I’ll have to beat up Narva first. Let’s save the people first!”

No one opposed or backed down.

Terveer and his companions, as well as other knights who had come to hear the commotion, began to join one by one.

“This is not it. No matter how polite you are, this kind of behavior… this kind of behavior is unacceptable.”

“Lord Terveer, we will join you too!”

At the very moment when everyone was trying to unite.

The one who poured cold water on this fiery atmosphere was none other than Bishop Senista.

“I doubt the Bishop will just let it pass. At least we need someone to keep his attention until the expedition begins. Not everyone can go right away.”

A brief silence followed.

The person who answered at the end was the one who brought this fact to light, Mild Orne Geron.

Mild glanced at the knights who were already as fired up as they could be, then pounded his chest with his fist.

“I am left behind because I could not stop this. You go and save the innocent.”

Although it may be only for a short time, it may be possible to delay the intervention of the Bishop of Narva.

Bishop Senista, relieved by that fact, immediately took out a few jewels from his bosom.

Rosaries for prayer and blue cross ornaments made with much effort.

Bishop Senista handed these items to Tervere and patted him on the shoulder.

“Bishop, this is…”

“I’m in a hurry so this is all I have with me. Use it to buy things you need on your way.”

“But aren’t these precious items…!”

“Even though I lacked the ability and lived like a mouse, I know how these should be used.”

Oh, the star of royalty, Lux Stella.

If you treat this as an act of disrespect, I will gladly endure it.

Bishop Senista put an end to all foolishness with a short prayer.

“Take it. It would be better for me to be a loaf of bread to you than a fancy prayer!”

***

Bishop Senista’s earnest persuasion and the spirit of his colleagues.

Terveer, inspired by these two elements, took immediate action.

A total of 106 people, including Terveer’s companions and the knights who followed Narva, planned to set out secretly under the cover of night.

In fact, everyone followed suit.

There were only two exceptions.

Hustan Orn Suster, who has always been Narva’s adjutant, and Mild Orn Geron, who has said that he will attract attention on his own.

The two men shook their heads as they looked down through the window at their fellow knights heading to the stables.

It was a bit hectic to take care of this and that without the help of servants or servants, but it was a different experience once you know what you are going to do.

“Your back is so cool it could be in an epic. I want to follow you…”

Husten Ornster looked envious.

“What we are doing is honorable enough. It is nothing to be envious of.”

Mild Orne Geron frowned and criticized Husten’s attitude.

But Husten didn’t back down easily.

“Is it honorable to help the reputation of someone you serve decline?”

The one who answered this question was not Mild Orne Geron, but another person.

“Sir Hustan Orn Suster.”

A dark-haired man was busy fiddling with a feather on the table in the room.

“I’m sure I’ve given you a sufficient explanation.”

It was none other than Bishop Narva.

“Yes… but isn’t the notoriety that follows too great!”

Narva paid no attention to the flickering candlelight.

He simply responds naturally, his eyes fixed on the paper and his hands tightly gripping the feather.

“Ariabar, swinging four times. At first glance, it looks very bold and like it’s always attacking, but it’s intentionally avoiding Phenolium.”

If you look at the fact that they only trample on the neighboring areas to the end despite giving them so much opportunity and time, you can get some idea of ​​the answer.

Even if you were hesitant because of the chains across the walls and river, and even if you were reluctant because you weren’t good at sieges, you could always try if you wanted a fierce battle.

For example, if Ariaba had set up camp or surrounded Phenolium right in front of them, the Allied Forces would have had no choice but to stop fighting and deal with the enemy right in front of them.

“He’s a clever guy. He knew he couldn’t overcome his numerical disadvantage, so he used bitumen tactics on the path we were advancing. The proof of this is that instead of wasting time capturing precious slaves or performing human sacrifice rituals, he just killed everyone he came across.”

There is a ritual for human sacrifice, and sincerity is put into the ceremony of offering offerings.

Ariaba ignored this common sense and focused on spreading his infamy and fear by massacring everything he could find.

Narva speculated that the purpose was to paralyze nearby production and create more refugees.

In this age and world, distribution has its limits.

When too many troops are crowded into a small area, there is bound to be a shortage of food to feed them and clothing to clothe them.

This was no exception, even for the wealthiest and most well-established phenoliums.

In this situation, the more refugees pour in, the more it will be the Allied Forces that suffer from starvation.

“They are small in size, rely on local raiding, and even use strange migration methods, so they cannot keep up with the normal marching speed. In order to catch them, you need an elite special force that knows where they are headed, has the mobility to catch up with them before they escape, and is skilled enough to inflict damage even after catching up with them.”

Again.

The tip of the feather is slightly broken.

Then Narva put down the feather without any hesitation.

“You need a strong motivation that will never back down, a great commander who can accomplish all this in a short period of time, and finally, several probabilities that will allow the enemy to let their guard down so that you can pursue them easily.”

Narva’s words were addressed to the two knights before him and to himself.

The victory was a worthy reward.

Enough to be willing to pursue it even if the price is everyone’s ridicule and hatred.

“Hustan right suster, mild right geron.”

“”Please command!””

“Call the soldiers!”

Narva slowly stood up from his seat.

He stood up in an un-cleric-like manner.

“We’ve already allowed too many deaths.”

He raised the corners of his mouth as he looked at the two knights.

Episode 160