Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 161



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161. Brother, I will support you. There is no eternal prey or hunter in the world.

The constant biting and biting battle continued, and the pagans and their opposing human armies were no exception.

Fooddeuk-.

A few birds fly with powerful wings across the dry sky.

Terveer silently watched the scene from the saddle and then grabbed the reins tightly.

“Sir Herset, it looks like we have pursuers.”

Then the knight who had been watching the flying bird together lowered his visor and answered.

“They probably aren’t pagans. They aren’t agile enough to keep up with a knight on horseback.”

“I guess so.”

If you are not being pursued by pagans, there is only one answer.

The allied forces of Phenolium belatedly noticed Terveer’s tyranny and sent a pursuit force to stop him.

The reason may be that they are worried that their disastrous plan will be leaked rather than trying to chase down the deserted knights.

Sir Herset also seemed to notice this fact, and let out a distorted, fierce voice from behind the visor that covered his face.

“Sir Terve, it is right to shake it off.”

But Terveer smiled bitterly and shook his head.

“No. You have to just leave it as is.”

“If you are hesitating because it would harm your allies.”

“I don’t know how many there are, but if pagans appear right in front of us, they won’t be able to just target us.”

Terveer.

Although he was born a fool who avoided academics and could not read or write, that does not mean he was stupid.

He was a knight with the appearance of a commander who knew how to think flexibly at least when it came to battle and tactics.

Terveer continued, imagining the pursuers following him from afar with a complicated expression on his face.

“Although we are all knights, if they are scattered, we may be short-handed. The pursuers will also be aware that they are doing something dishonorable, and above all, in order to successfully move the refugees, we must instill in them the perception that the sigh of St. Illenius is safe.”

“…”

“From the perspective of the pursuit party, it may be an unexpected act of volunteering to be reinforcements, but it could actually be considered a good thing.”

We’ve got some unexpected reinforcements. What a relief.

Terveer stroked his beard and muttered to himself for a while.

At some point, the sound of horse hooves completely stopped.

Terveer felt a strange atmosphere for some reason and looked around.

Then, all the knights looked at Terveer with their mouths wide open.

“Huh? Why is everyone like this? Sir Herset, why are you silent?”

“No… that’s not true. What Lord Terveer said… seems right.”

Terveer interpreted this strange silence and halting speech positively.

“Hahaha! Even Sir Herset looks nervous!”

The other knights were secretly chatting with each other while watching Terveer burst into laughter.

I’m so glad I have a face shield, you know.

‘also…’

‘Isn’t the title of the strongest knight in Powis just an empty boast?’

He was always bright-eyed with a hearty laugh and a bold side, so it was easy to underestimate him.

Tervere was a commander who alone held off pagan raiders in the Duchy of Powis.

***

Terveer’s rare side shined brighter and brighter.

Everyone was puzzled when he suddenly got off the saddle after watching the dirt road made by countless animals and people passing by.

And the questioning looks soon turned to shock and admiration.

It was because Terveer’s eyes, which were tracing the footprints on the dirt road, were strangely colored.

Terveer climbed back into the saddle and narrowed his eyes fiercely.

“They’re the guys.”

Even though he didn’t say anything specific, it was clear who he meant.

Terveer knew that a pagan had passed through this place just by the footprints on the dirt road.

“Lord Terve, do you recognize me?!”

“how…?”

The knights, surprised by that fact, asked back in astonishment.

Terveer, who would normally be praising himself with a hearty laugh, became serious with the fight right around the corner and even gave a logical explanation in a calm voice.

“Some of them wear shoes with special heels, or added heels, to move along slippery shores or snow-covered mountains.”

“ah…!”

“They don’t all carry them, but they do provide evidence that can be used to deduce several facts. If the item that left these footprints is a padded item, then there’s a high chance that they stopped at anchor during their voyage, and if they have shoes with the heels that are characteristic of them, then they either failed to plunder the shoes they like, or they’re just particularly crazy.”

But there is no river wide enough to cross by boat around here.

Therefore, Terveer put forth an opinion that weighed heavily on the latter.

“But if they put their weight somewhere other than plunder…”

…Starlight of the world, guide us.

Terveer swallowed a prayer between his lips and led his knights in pursuit again.

It was a tail-biting chase.

A group of refugees heading to a settlement without knowing any facts, and Ariava chasing them.

Terve and the knights move to stop that Ariava.

Finally, the pursuit party comes to stop Terveer’s tyranny.

Of course, since all the knights were mounted on warhorses, it would have been easy to shake them off, but Terveer chose to leave behind clear traces of horse dung and campfires instead of erasing his tracks.

This was a measure taken out of concern that the pursuit party might lose their way and wander off somewhere else.

The problem arose from the footprints that were being chased.

“Scattered.”

A shadow fell over Terveer’s face as he climbed down from the saddle and dug into the dirt to examine his footprints.

“then?”

“You’ve sensed the pursuit. You’ve split up into groups so that we don’t get caught all at once.”

The knight most skilled in pursuing and destroying pagans was Terveer.

The knights assumed that Terveer was sure of it, so it must be true.

“Do you know where it’s headed?”

“…”

Terveer stroked his beard, his chin resting on his hand, then opened his mouth.

“Are there any villages or mobile refugees nearby?”

The reconnaissance report that came back shortly thereafter confirmed Terveer’s worries.

About half a day’s journey west of the trail that Terveer had found, there were refugees moving in response to the news delivered by the herald.

Even if it’s not a number, it’s hundreds.

The problem is that the scattered pagans were headed towards the west and the north respectively.

Among the divided groups, those pagans heading west were sure to target or encounter the refugees.

Now it was time to judge.

“Knowing that we’re being chased, would we fight the refugees and get caught up? I don’t think so. I think they’re trying to lead our thoughts in that direction to shake off their pursuit.”

Sir Betak, a stern-minded knight in his forties with honed skills and a sturdy physique, judged that the pagans would ignore the refugees.

“If we abandon them, believing in a foolish possibility, why did we set out on our own?”

On the other hand, the spirited knight Sir Herset insisted that the refugees should not be put at risk just for the sake of possibility.

It was the latter that moved the knights’ hearts.

Even Betak, who expressed his dissenting opinion, flinched and sighed, nodding his head, despite Terveer’s tacit support.

“You’re right. I almost gave up my knightly oath because I was a little tired.”

The result was unanimous.

Terveer’s eyes turned red as he watched the knights climb into the saddle without any sign of fatigue.

“Sir Terve, did you really think we would make a different decision?”

“What is this… big! My eyes hurt because I kept looking down at the dirt.”

The knights who guessed the inside story protected Terveer’s honor by laughing and pretending not to know.

So on July 10, 1216.

As Terveir and his knights pursued the pagan hordes that had split off to the west, they realized that their worries were correct.

“Sir Terve, it seems it is not too late.”

“….”

Fortunately, the refugees were moving safely.

A cart that rocks roughly every time it passes a pothole due to its rickety wheels.

Children humming and stamping their feet in the air while climbing on top of it, and women frowning at the loud banging sound of pots and pans.

Men who were struggling to pull a cart, put it down for a moment and groaned as they looked at a map drawn on worn-out leather.

Most of them looked exhausted from pulling the carts, but some were gathering baskets of forage in the dense forest nearby.

Everyone was alive.

“Lord Terveer.”

Not yet.

“This is a great terrain for an ambush. No matter how much the beasts of the forest are afraid of the crowd, it seems too quiet…”

The veteran knight, Sir Betak, rode his horse skillfully and approached from the side, saying:

“…More than anything, the timing of the break in footsteps was exquisite. Although we pursued them without rest… it still took a long time for the separated groups to reunite.”

There was no way Tervera wouldn’t know this.

No, rather, I was realizing much more than Betak Kyung.

forest.

The pagans were already seated near the people who were just starting to pack their baskets.

If someone without experience saw it, they would mistake it for a bush swaying helplessly in the wind.

But through his long experience in combat, Terveer was able to detect traces that the pagans could not hide.

“It’s already showing up near the forest.”

“In the forest?”

“It smells like urine.”

Pagans sometimes covered their skin with mud mixed with animal or human urine for camouflage.

Although it was dirty, it was excellent at covering up a person’s unique body odor, and if you mixed it with branches or leaves before it dried, you could reduce its exposure.

Still, there was one thing that could never be erased.

“And there’s a faint smell of a rotting corpse.”

The scent of death permeated his body in the form of a scent from repeated killings.

Everything became clear.

Terveer has come to realize that his opponent is by no means easy.

Ariaba, swinging four times.

‘He’s a clever guy. He sent a vanguard to raid the refugees first to see how big the situation is.’

They must have realized that those pursuing them cared about the refugees and resorted to trickery.

The intention to determine the exact number was obvious.

If only you knew that they were just knights.

If he had known that the number was only 106, he could have confronted them head on.

If not, they might try to disrupt the refugee ranks and then dismount the knights in the chaos.

This is a far cry from Terveer’s plan to surprise attack and take down his opponent before he can calculate his exact number.

It was an obvious trap.

Terveer made a decision.

“Everyone, prepare to charge. Blow the horn! Move into the trap. Move forward and destroy it!”

“Lord Terve…”

“Betak, I also know that it is much more advantageous for you to back down as you suggest.”

Long ago, the knights of the Order of Independence made a pledge on the day they were appointed.

I will fight against the cruelty of Ise to my compatriots.

I will deny this world not only through my killings, but also through my heart and actions.

“But I will not gain any tactical advantage at the expense of innocent people.”

Even Lord Betak seemed to recall the promise he had made that day and could not spit out any more words.

Instead, he smiled with a determined look in his eyes, holding the spear between his armpits.

“That’s right. Since when did ignorant knights like us start thinking like that?”

With those words, Betak returned to his place.

Having convinced his only opponent, Terveer immediately drew his trumpet from his waistband.

‘Starlight of humanity, please help us drive away the twilight.’

***

Boo woo woo-.

It was a loud, low sound enough to make the fallen leaves vibrate slightly.

The trumpet sound would signal the knights’ valiant charge and would be a warning to the refugees of an ambush by the pagans.

At the same time, it was evidence that told what decision Terveer had made.

I slowly opened my mouth, savoring the sound of this trumpet.

“Sir Mild, Sir Hustan.”

The two knights who had been working day and night for my reputation immediately approached me with shining eyes.

“I’m listening, Your Majesty.”

“Do you have any opinions?”

“Daughter of Lord Tervere, do you know about Yurid?”

“”…””

As expected, they are very loyal.

Even though he was known to be a tomboy and a rascal, it was nice to see him keep his mouth shut for the sake of his teacher’s reputation.

“As you all know, Yurid has a very different personality. She is very bright.”

Then, the two knights suddenly complained of health problems.

“Ahem! Hmm. Ahem!!!”

“Ugh, yes, sir. I think I heard a noise for a moment…”

“How crazy would it be if Yurid grew up without a father?”

But what’s important now is not these two.

“Deploy the army.”

Because he was our precious niece who lived in that far away place.

“I will restrain the enemy main force so that the knights can valiantly achieve great feats.”

It was time to bite Ariaba, the prey that had barely exposed its nape, for the sake of countless lives and the future of Yurid.

Episode 162