Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 169



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169. Let’s get through it well. A tree with strong roots can withstand a drought for a long time.

This also applies to a nation, a community formed by people coming together.

A country with a solid foundation is more likely to remain stable for a longer period of time.

The roots of a nation here are what we commonly call legitimacy or justification.

I hate to admit it, but for those of us living in the upper echelons of modern society in the 21st century, in the proudly advanced and powerful country of the Republic of Korea, I will give you an example.

There, a family of traitors who have sold out the country for generations came out to ask for the election of a president, to the point of slapping Lee Wan-yong in the face.

Do you think people will vote for that crazy?

Even if that person’s abilities are great and he has a good reputation among those around him, more than half of the people will never vote for him once they find out that he is a traitor.

Then, let’s assume that a traitor candidate who could not accept his defeat eventually led his private army and staged a coup.

No matter how talented a person is, he cannot avoid being criticized for lacking legitimacy the moment he takes power illegally.

So, in order to suppress public opinion criticizing them and to justify their rule, they start to slander the mistakes and achievements of their predecessors.

In this process, many of the originally functioning systems and principles are bound to be distorted and denied.

The rotten roots began to rot the trunk.

There is no need to wait until the stem rots.

If that guy was capable and could replace that incompetent guy, shouldn’t I, a better person, take his place? I think I’m better than that guy, right?

This is how the chain of coups begins.

In reality, no, the argument that it is not true is meaningless to someone who is aiming for the top.

Because people are generous to themselves, instead of accepting that they are inferior to others, they choose to belittle and bring them down.

What prevents this is authenticity.

Authenticity is explaining why you and I are different, why it has to be me.

The easiest way to defeat the many attempts to eat away at your roots is to have strong roots to begin with.

This is precisely why so many monarchs somehow managed to create a connection with the legends of the past.

To prove that he is not a rotten root.

It was to tell you that you, the common people, like sparrows, can nest in peace, because you are special and the country you rule will bear fragrant fruit.

Strictly speaking, it is similar to a credit rating.

If you do well, it goes up, and if you don’t, it goes down, but if you have a low credit rating from the beginning, all bank loans are blocked.

Of course, it’s not like you can’t get a loan just because you’ve been rejected by all the major financial institutions where major banks are located.

There is a way, if you pay a small price.

In that respect, Kardal was one of the lucky few.

In this ruthless era where people often use difficult language to trick people who don’t know anything, I’ve met a business partner who offers a conscientious and reasonable contract.

Who dares deny it?

The fact that the last lifeline to our Kardal, the great traitor who narrowly held the army by annihilating all of his relatives, is me, a shining intellectual of the era.

But unfortunately, Kardal could not fully accept this amazing fortune that had come to him.

Seeing the obviously wary gaze, I felt compassionate.

How many hardships have you endured in this world that you don’t recognize this savory, sweet-smelling goodwill that wells up from the depths of your heart?

I gestured to the chair with a warm smile to reassure Kardal.

“Come on, you won’t get anywhere even if you leave the room. Sit down and talk. You probably have a lot of sins to confess.”

“After the bishop.”

Now that Prince Penrad, who was desperate to keep his place, has left.

It was my turn as a swindler to devise a hopeful career plan for Kardal, who was being pushed into an uncertain future.

But Kardal started spouting nonsense, thinking that he was a savage with blood in his veins.

“Counseling doesn’t mean fighting with swords, right?”

The guy spoke with his pupils in his bright yellow eyes dilated.

I don’t understand how the very act of confirming each other’s intentions and exchanging thoughts through language is so heterogeneous that you can say something like that.

I answered back without hiding my contemptuous gaze.

“I used to think that he was some kind of savage, a pagan.”

If there’s a kid in the world who draws his sword and looks at everything, he’s either a savage or a criminal.

As a priest who leads the way carrying the torch of enlightenment, I have never seen a race as loathsome as the Kardals.

However, Kardal could not let go of his doubts until the very end and just looked at me blankly.

Kardal took a moment to catch his breath and then bared his teeth.

“Bishop, are you aware of this? My soldiers are stationed throughout Phenolium.”

“Your soldier?”

It was red because the teeth he had exposed were all rotten and crumbling.

Because I, the oldest doctor in the world, was able to diagnose and perform surgery sufficiently in the morning.

I pointed out mercilessly the problem that Kardal had deliberately ignored.

“If they can turn their backs on you at any time, they’re not your soldiers, they’re mercenaries. You have to storm them like a storm to prevent them from having second thoughts, but you can’t do that, and you were robbed of them before you could even achieve any significant achievements, so it’s really frustrating.”

“also…!!!”

Bam!

Kardal pushed his chair aside and stood up, reaching for the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Oh, really. How presumptuous.

I would like to sharpen the agul spear and grind all of its teeth… but I can’t let any sword fighting happen.

I couldn’t lose my precious long-term horse for such a trivial reason.

“Oh my! You have to listen to what people say. Stop it!”

“…”

“You know that my trick is the only way to save you, so you just put your hand on the hilt of the sword and don’t pull it out.”

Although you can take on a Kardal with your bare hands, this is a place for peace and dialogue.

I opened my arms wide and looked at Kardal, who was approaching me with brisk strides.

“You stupid punk. Don’t you realize that I provoked Prince Penrad just now for your own good?”

“gibberish.”

“I still don’t understand the deep intentions of this bishop who created an enemy for you when you were in trouble because you had no enemy.”

“Nonsense again!”

Sreung-.

The blade was pulled from Kardal’s scabbard.

The blade stood upright, flashing with a ray of sunlight reflecting off it.

And at the end where the days were coming together, the direction the sharp tip of the knife was aiming was right at me sitting on the chair.

But I didn’t take back my outstretched arms.

“Trust cannot be built overnight. If you cannot earn trust, you cannot build trust.”

It is visible.

The thoughts that flow along the tip of the sword, the murderous intent that is being refined.

The resentful gazes I had received thousands of times were peeling away the rusted old dirt from my senses.

“I have to swing it.”

Kardal struck without hesitation.

The tip of the sword is flying.

It was flying towards me, trying to dig into my skin to take my life.

But it was an expected move.

My hands touched the blade before the tip could cut me.

The tip of the sword and the root of the blade.

Targeting exactly two parts.

Taang!

The tip of the sword goes astray.

Unable to overcome the sudden shock, Kardal’s grip on the hilt of his sword seemed to loosen.

At that moment, I lifted my right foot.

Phew!

Maybe because he was an educated person, he never rolled around after getting kicked once.

Kardal spat as he took a few steps back, clutching his stomach.

In the meantime, the black sword that Kardal had drawn danced across my forearm and changed its aim.

-This time I took the knife handle.

“If you’ve already gained momentum, don’t hesitate and just give it your all.”

Grabbing the hilt of the sword, I stood up from my seat and approached Kardal.

Kardal hesitated and tried to get up in a hurry, but my blade was much faster than the guy’s neck.

Then Kardal looked up at me with his pupils dilated in disbelief.

“…The black shoulder cloak was like this?”

I thought it was like cat eyes, but I didn’t know it was the same even in this regard.

“boy.”

I burst out laughing and put the blade away.

And then he handed the hilt of the sword over to Kardal.

“Lord Tervere and I will soon withdraw completely from the Duchy of Penrad.”

“What is that…? Are you serious, Bishop?”

“It’s only natural that we can’t keep deserted knights in the barracks. Besides, now that the threat of Ariavaran has disappeared, why bother staying? We can leave the job of wiping out the remaining remnants to those who are better at it.”

Kardal accepted the sword in a panic, but did not dare to fight back.

He listened to me with a much more gentle and respectful attitude than before, even kneeling down politely.

I guess animals need to be beaten a bit to listen.

I started walking with my back to the ground with a satisfied smile on my face.

“But that’s no reason for Yubas to withdraw. We need to collect the remains and belongings of the fallen soldiers from various places, and eliminate any remaining forces. You also need to maintain command of the army, so returning like this would be the worst possible option.”

“Your Majesty, please say what you want to say.”

“If you spend some time with him, an enemy will appear for you. An enemy named Prince Penrad. He doesn’t have much time to spare, as you know.”

I just threw the trigger today.

Kardal was also impatient, but it was Prince Penrad’s patience that ran out first when he brought Kardal into his room.

“If you attack first, it will be called a sinister move. On the other hand, if the other person misunderstands your kindness first and repays the favor with betrayal, your counterattack will be called revenge.”

“…!!!”

“The withdrawal of Lord Tervere is also for your own good. It removes a potential ally who might join Prince Penrad. If you order him back as punishment for desertion, but tell him that he needed to rest after his long campaign, the people will probably be somewhat convinced.”

And make them swear an oath.

Of course, I have already decided what kind of oath I will make Terveer swear.

“This is your turn, Kardal.”

I said this hoping that you would understand if I had told you this far.

However, Kardal pointed out a sharp point that was not specifically mentioned.

“Your Majesty… Your Highness. What will we do if Ise attacks us out of internal strife?”

“…”

Just die, you fucking bitch.

I held back the words that were tickling my throat.

Who am I?

This was the world’s saintly candidate, Bishop Narva, who generously forgave even his enemies and postponed the day of death.

When I remembered this fact, my anger quickly subsided.

Thanks to this, I was able to calmly reassure Kardal as a living witness of noble character and beautiful virtue.

“There is one last trick to persuade Ise. It will take time and procedure, so in the meantime, either show off your wicked eyes and stick around or figure it out yourself.”

***

It was a satisfactory plan, if only it could be accomplished.

Unfortunately, an unexpected obstacle was nearby.

Our brother, Lord Terveer, who was shedding tears of joy among the citizens who welcomed him, became furious.

“Narva. What does that mean???”

The honorable knight Sir Tervere glared at me as I reported calmly, his face turning bright red.

“How, how…!”

“Brother. It’s something that needs to be done. Wouldn’t it be cooler if you spilled your silver blood and applied it to the hammer instead of asking me to do it every time?”

“That’s true, though.”

“So you’re not going to make the pledge?”

“No! I won’t let it go like that! I’ve made up my mind to swear at the temple…!”

Eventually, he started to yell and sweep things off the table with his hands.

“Why do I have to make a pledge of moderation and honesty that you don’t even make!!!!”

Episode 170