Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 167



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167. This ring is a piece of shit. Cleaning up after a battle is always tiring.

However, the only reason the soldiers silently searched through the piles of corpses was because of the loot the pagans had piled up through their plunder.

“Hey. Even to me, a person with no talent, this is a famous sword. A famous sword.”

“You have it?”

“What are you talking about? I should give it to Nari and get money in return. Okay, let’s look at the next item.”

Since you risked your life fighting, you deserve to be rewarded accordingly.

The soldiers gathered in groups of three or five, each with a similar purpose, and moved busily, walking among the corpses.

If you want to make the most of the opportunity you have been given, you have to look after at least one more corpse than others.

Although her eyes sparkled with this thought, the ruthless knight Nari was even displeased with the soldiers’ actions of rummaging through the loot.

“Kill them one more time with the tip of the spear, then retreat! They are good at collaborating, so you can hide and pounce on them!”

The soldiers, who had flinched at the sound of the fiercely growling voice, soon began to grumble at each other.

“If we capture him, we might be able to collect some ransom.”

“Killing is also a job.”

Of course, not everyone was into looting loot and hunting down stragglers.

Knight Hustan Orn Suster, who had claimed to be his adjutant, was looking at the chaotic battlefield with his arms crossed.

Together with his comrade, Mild Orne Geron, who was a confidant of Bishop Narva, and had a strong personality.

The two men’s attention had long since been turned away from the pagans lying beneath the blood-soaked mud.

Sir Husten smiled contentedly, confident that his choices and decisions were right.

“Sir Mild. Isn’t it surprising that the ring worn by the Lonely King still remains?”

The timing of its appearance was exquisite.

The fallen kingdom.

Although it is said that it was a country that perished before the light of the stars reached this land, it is a place that clearly ruled the Morning Star system.

In this land, where the church has invested hundreds of years but has not yet fully established itself, is there anything more legitimate than a kingdom that fought against Ise to the end and collapsed?

The treasure that symbolized the kingdom’s rule passed through pagan hands and returned to the Powis family.

It is said that it was even used by the lonely king who was canonized as a saint in recognition of his merits in fighting against Ise.

If Bishop Narva’s vision was accurate and was confirmed by the church and other historians, it was clear as day how great a symbol it would be.

And the success of the lord he serves naturally benefits his subordinates as well.

‘As expected, it was a good decision to serve you.’

If you’re lucky, you might be able to escape the status of a single-parent family and manage a decent estate.

He must have managed to appease his son who was only making things worse with his fists, so all that was left was to wait for an opportunity and offer Narva one more seed.

A hopeful and rosy future was filling Sir Husten’s mind.

Mild Sir, who had been immersed in a more lyrical sentiment, let out a deep sigh.

“Yes. Now I know why he was called the Lonely King.”

“huh?”

Sir Husten furrowed his brows as soon as he heard the strange reaction.

In retrospect, Sir Mild had a special respect for the Lonely King, and in fact, when Bishop Narva told him about the hidden truth of the Church, he objected, saying that he should not deny his lineage.

Still, he couldn’t contain his curiosity and snuck in among the knights to eavesdrop.

It was a well-known fact that Sir Mild had a great interest and curiosity in the Lonely King.

‘Have you perhaps discovered something I don’t know about?’

Sir Huston.

He was a practical knight who had begun to learn how to manage a manor with his own leadership and martial arts skills, but was not yet interested in history, myths, or folk tales.

Perhaps it would be better to take this opportunity to acquire even a little knowledge.

Sir Hustan made that judgment, observed Sir Mild’s troubled expression, and cautiously asked a question.

“Was there such a part?”

“…Your Majesty said that someone who knows the king has come to see you.”

but.

Sir Mild made his own guess based on the evidence he had discovered, assuming that Narva’s story was entirely true.

“Considering that he was trying so hard to save her, he must have been a prince. Or so they thought. He could have been an illegitimate child, but… it is doubtful that there was a woman who was secretly close enough to know that the king was the son of a serf.”

“You tried to save him…? You beat him to the point where his teeth almost broke?”

Of course, it is the parent’s duty to punish their children thoroughly so that they can go down the right path.

However, if what Sir Mild said is true, it must have been a long time since they last saw their family, and even if they were parents who had been away for a long time, it was rare for them to suddenly strike their child when they met him or her again.

Sir Mild pointed out exactly that part.

“It must have been the only way to protect the crown among those who had lost everything they had.”

An act of giving with a kind heart can actually kill the recipient.

Weak children who could not defend themselves were always exposed to violence, and the hungry and desperate were also everywhere.

If a child had come out to see the king without permission and appeared to be in good health, anyone would have been tempted to touch him just in case.

Not a king with a fearsome reputation, but a much younger and weaker child.

“that.”

Sir Husten had never met anyone so desperate.

But the lonely king, the puppet who led the last reign of the fallen kingdom, had seen too many such people.

The king, who had learned not to expect much from desperate and starving people, slapped the young child hard in an attempt to save his life.

Since you have incurred the king’s wrath, you will get nothing.

It was a desperate struggle to instill that kind of awareness in people.

“Wouldn’t it have been better to reveal that you are the Crown Prince?”

“The lonely king was not a popular monarch.”

“Huh. It’s difficult, it’s difficult.”

Only then did Sir Hustan realize why the lonely king had beaten the child so cruelly.

It was difficult to target a king who could even fight against the immortals, but it was much easier to take revenge on a much weaker family.

Sir Hustan shook his head as he realized the plight of the lonely king.

“Still, it seems like your efforts paid off. The seal ring has returned safely to Inse’s arms.”

Then, realizing the contradiction in what he had said, he shut his mouth.

The signet ring that the lonely king had given to his younger brother was in the hands of a pagan.

Perhaps he survived and disposed of his property later?

It is possible that the pagans who were plundering the plunder might have gotten their hands on it.

While Sir Hustan was racking his brain and coming up with a plausible story, Sir Mild smiled bitterly.

“If it is as Your Majesty described, it must have been the Battle of Bartlina.”

Only then did I understand why Sir Mild was so miserable and depressed.

Even Sir Huston, who had accumulated a wealth of knowledge and scholarship, did not ignore military history.

Bartlina.

It was a place name known through oral folk tales rather than written records, or traces of the fierce battlefield at the time.

Lord Hustan opened his eyes wide, then felt something resting on his chest and looked down at the soldiers who were stirring the corpse for no reason.

“So that’s why…”

Batlina is the site of the fiercest battles where the lonely king fought most fiercely against the advancing pagan invaders.

And the fallen kingdom never had a chance to fight back after its near-annihilation at Batlina.

***

What we had to deal with and confront were waves.

In the dark of the night, the swords flash like a school of silverfish rising to the surface of the water.

“…under!”

The rising tide swallowed up all the pebbles and grains of sand that had briefly warmed their bodies under the blazing sun.

It was overpowering.

There were places to block everywhere, but I only had one palm to raise.

In fact, I knew from the moment I tried to stop the tide with my palm that it was irreversible.

“…jeon…”

At some point the sun set.

There wasn’t even time to light a torch.

I followed the shouts and screams calling out to God.

“….Ha, please…!”

He cut down everything that came into contact with the blade.

He just kept telling me everything that was bothering him.

Those who were squeezing hard raised their chins and licked their Adam’s apples.

As my breath gradually became filled with the scent of blood and my dry throat began to cry out for thirst, I held on, gulping down the pouring blood.

“majesty!”

still.

“Your Majesty, please!”

Even after doing that.

“Your Majesty, this is too much!”

nevertheless.

“More enemies are coming. Your Majesty, this whole army is doomed!”

I couldn’t deny the screams that I desperately pretended not to hear any longer.

“aide.”

The friendly forces were already scattered, overwhelmed by the enemy’s numbers.

Those who are holding out around me now are barely surviving because I have used all my might to attract the enemy’s attention.

If things were as they were, we would have retreated long ago.

Usually…

But this time I made a different choice than usual.

“We break away and join the refugees who couldn’t escape.”

“majesty!!!”

It was a very strange thing.

The adjutant, who had asked the refugees to protect him with a more tender and affectionate heart than anyone else, glared at me with eyes sharper than the icicles on his face.

“The enemy has already surrounded them. Even if they break through the encirclement and join us, how can they escape their pursuit with such a large number of men who can’t even fight?”

So I pointed out the part that the adjutant knew about but ignored.

“Now. If we leave, they will be thoroughly targeted.”

“…”

The adjutant’s face was distorted to the point where it was difficult to speak.

The adjutant’s advice to retreat had that meaning.

The idea was to use the surrounded refugees who had not yet escaped as bait to open an escape route and escape.

Then the adjutant turned to me with his eyes burning with a menacing aura.

When I met those eyes, a popular song suddenly came to mind.

“Isn’t that what Your Majesty has been doing?”

The despised bloodline, Barialdo.

Remember for the rest of your life the sins you committed under the ravens that hover over the ruins you destroyed and the ruins you failed to protect.

“Why did you, who had always pushed through with everything I said, change your mind now?”

He who drives out with his limbs, even Barial.

Remember, you were able to kill because you killed everyone who didn’t need to die.

“The person who killed everyone he met!”

…the one who killed the undead, Barial.

“Why on earth do you want to kill us all now?!”

-I was able to kill him because I personally killed those who wanted to survive no matter what!

“Retreat.”

Unlike my previous hesitations, there was no hesitation or trembling in my voice.

I was surprised at how calm and composed the tone came out, as if he had expected everything.

The adjutant who had been pushing forward with a loud voice and the soldiers who had been following behind without saying a word, covered in blood, all looked this way quietly.

I opened my mouth again, as if the sight was urging me to answer.

“…retreat.”

I opened the exit myself.

But it was an irreversible defeat.

The army of 5,000 men was completely destroyed, and when I barely escaped, only about 800 men remained with me.

Then, as if to vent their anger at having missed me, the enemies targeted an easy target.

As expected.

Laughter and screams mingle in the lowlands far away.

Even though the crowd was so far away that it seemed like a mass of thousands of people, the howling wind still carried a faint sound and pounded on my eardrums.

“…”

I’m not sure if my guess was right or if that child is really my brother.

Perhaps the child’s mother simply happened to live in the neighborhood and heard the name by chance.

But whatever the truth, I wanted that child to survive, thinking of him as my younger sibling whom I had never seen.

He told the child to survive, believing that he was with his mother….

Thud!

“majesty?”

“There is no reason to be king anymore.”

I took off the short cloak that symbolized the king, buckled it, and handed it to my adjutant.

“From today on, call me only Barialdo, the son of a serf.”

***

-The long-awaited reminiscence is over.

I climbed into the saddle and looked at the signet ring one more time.

A sword superimposed on a semicircular anchor.

This is the emblem of the Kingdom of Ravansta, commonly called the Fallen Kingdom.

My one-line review is simple.

I couldn’t hold back the exclamation that was about to burst out.

“What a fucking country it was!”

Labanstar, you fucking name!

It was like a homeland to which I had once devoted my life, but I had no patriotism or love for my hometown left.

I would like to throw away this disgusting signet ring.

But, apart from personal feelings or personal preferences, it was an object of infinite value.

Even dog poop would be dug up if it had a jewel embedded in it, but I could put up with something like the seal of a shitty country.

It’s a piece of shit with no real objective value, but idiots see it differently.

And I had already been hatching long-term plans to get rid of the morons.

With my dear friend, Bishop Ganista.

Episode 168