Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 174



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174. A knight is a profession that is both awe-inspiring and admired by the people of Terveer.

Perhaps, he is a warrior who stands out even within the warrior category.

The knight uses his beliefs as a yardstick, sometimes chasing vain dreams, sometimes drawing his sword for love, and sometimes even enduring losses as he moves forward.

There is a reason why countless epic poems and romantic love stories feature knights as their main characters.

But the reality is cold.

Those who are not proper knights, for example, knights who do not have a title, wander under the name of free knights, gathering their own gang and searching for battlefields.

These freelancers are good at nothing but fighting, so they often end up working as mercenaries. They are also stubborn and don’t give in easily, so it’s difficult to split them up and sign contracts at will.

So the administrators who arranged the mercenary contracts grouped the free knights and their followers into units called [Lances], and at some point this concept spread not only among the free knights but also among the mercenaries.

They are ambiguous small- to medium-sized groups that are too small to be called a mercenary group, but large enough to contract with individuals.

That’s [Lance] and the real etymology of [Freelancer] that I mentioned earlier.

The [Lance] that I put forward while forming the emergency reserve force of the Duchy of Powis – the de facto central standing army – is nothing more than a more systematic classification of these groups that have become established as customs.

In order to quickly absorb the wandering freelance journalists, they utilized familiar terminology and systems, but clearly divided the units so that administrators could easily handle them.

They are nothing more than mercenaries and professional soldiers who move according to their salary.

Real knights.

So, the knights as a real unmanned group with a long history and the ability to mobilize armed men to deal with danger in times of emergency were more vulgar, worldly, and… not so romantic.

The knights, well aware of their situation as single-parent families, always racked their brains to find ways to further their careers and even sought advice on farming methods from nearby monasteries to increase the profits of their estates.

People who can’t read but know how to count.

That’s the article.

The reason I have written this lengthy introduction is to talk about the uniqueness of our older brother, Terveer.

In fact, I had been feeling the need to check Terveer’s economic situation for some time.

It’s not as stupid as you think, but it’s stupid after all.

Terveer’s head isn’t exactly messy, but his brain is only used for military service and women-slinging.

It’s good that Terveer pursues chivalry, but I was skeptical because he wasn’t very active in making money.

He is lukewarm about the loot that makes everyone turn their lives around and rummage through corpses, and because he is from a noble family, he is not in a position to be a single-parent family, so he is relaxed.

He knows how to fight and what kind of enemies they have, but he doesn’t talk about the important things as a knight, such as ‘secrets to managing a manor’ or ‘claiming the right to spoils of war’.

Even people who have given up their inheritance rights.

On such topics, the local government keeps making up stories, and if they have illegitimate children, they either pretend not to know about it or they are aware of it all and send a list to me, who has the status of a bishop, in case something goes wrong.

Now, I decided to go on a home visit when I saw the list of illegitimate children.

I clenched my teeth and decided to find out how the hell this damn thing worked.

And then, after setting foot on Terveer’s humble estate-.

“I see you, Your Majesty. I have been talking to him about this before.”

-The moment I saw the brown-haired lady smiling brightly, her hands clasped together at the mansion door, I realized.

“I was wondering if I could get some information on things like the parish synod and salt bonds that Your Majesty mentioned.”

This is the woman.

This woman… is feeding Terveer.

***

Narid Orn Sesra.

As Terveer’s first wife, she was a noblewoman with a lively smile and brown hair tied neatly in a single ponytail.

As you can tell from his middle name, he is not of noble birth with great roots.

I judged that this might be the result of Duke Athelton, who had chosen Aethelred as his successor, being reluctant to give a powerful relative to the easily swayed Terveir.

If Madame Narid had a great family background, I think she would have become a successful woman in her own right.

The way he treated Terveer and his daughter, who had returned after a long time, was extraordinary.

“You, I’m here! I’ve missed you so much!”

“Mom! Dad’s here!”

Terveer spread his arms wide and forced himself to laugh in a more exaggerated manner than usual, while Yurid jumped up and down with joy.

But Mrs. Narid nodded with an expressionless face and answered briefly.

“Oh. I’ll go play with the kid for a bit.”

“Huh? …Hey, I told you I was here?”

“Your little brother. You didn’t move when I told you to call him that, but now that you’re here, I see.”

“….”

“You came here because you had something to say, right?”

Probably just a cheap trick by Terveer.

It seems that she immediately saw through my intention to block contact with me by drawing my attention to the intense event of my husband returning from a long military service.

Mrs. Narid spoke briefly, without any change in expression.

“Go out. Take the kid. Play with him.”

“huh…”

“Mom is the best! Dad, let’s play! Leave Uncle alone!”

“Okay… Okay, then…”

The rascal Yurid was so excited by the fact that she was arguing that she hung onto Terveer’s slumped shoulder and jumped around wildly.

I felt a sigh escape my lips at the sight.

If a kid who doesn’t do anything but play at church comes home and plays, when will he ever study?

From a parent’s perspective, it may seem like she’s about to burst into tears, but Mrs. Narid was a woman with much greater patience than one might think.

She turned around without paying any attention and started to naturally order around the servants and maids who were waiting.

“What about cleaning?”

“It’s finished, ma’am.”

“Is the chef here yet?”

“I’m making a stew, but it needs to simmer a little longer.”

“Phew… I guess we have time to talk for a bit.”

I explored the mansion under the guidance of Madame Narid.

Even though it was called a mansion, it was only about a tenth of the size of the main cathedral of the bishopric.

It was definitely a waste as a place to receive guests. There were no fancy sculptures or decorations to decorate the walls, so it felt empty and it was impossible to save face.

There was no way Madame Narid could not have noticed this gaze.

As soon as we entered the reception room, which was supposedly designed to accommodate guests, and sat down across from each other, he let out a sigh with a tired face.

“Can I call you Master?”

“You may do so, since I have come to you as the younger brother of Lord Tervere.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

“It will definitely be difficult to manage a household. It seems like Lord Terveer has no interest in household affairs.”

When he called me, he probably meant to ask me to extend my hand.

When I think of the hardships that Mrs. Narid must have endured, my eyes naturally turn red.

Maybe the underprivileged neighbor I need to help is right next door.

Just as I was thinking that.

“Housekeeping is the responsibility of the mistress. If you feel that way, it is not his fault, but my fault for not fulfilling my role as the mistress.”

“?”

“I heard that your highness is very busy. Also, he values ​​his sacred duties so much that he does not meet women in private. If he came to see you despite all this, I think the reason must be very serious.”

Mrs. Narid straightened her posture as if glaring at me with a sharp gaze.

Is this… you’re angry because I used language that seems to insult Terveer?

While I was relieved that Terveer was loved, I began to wonder why he had been so cold to me just now.

Of course, that doesn’t mean I neglected or hid the reason I came.

I spoke frankly and honestly, without any room for misunderstanding.

Now, Terveer has more than 10 illegitimate children, and when he tried to force her to take a vow of abstinence, she kept whining and swearing, so he couldn’t stand it anymore and came to see his wife.

As I said this, Mrs. Narid’s expression changed from moment to moment.

“really…”

“Madam, I know you are angry.”

“No. I’m not angry because you made a local wife or because you hugged a woman.”

“?”

“I understand. Knight Terveer. He is a handsome and romantic man who can capture the hearts of many ladies. He acts as if he is cruel and barbaric more than anyone else, but in bed, he whispers words of love and never forgets them, even if they are lies, fearing to hurt them. What lady could refuse a man like that?”

First of all, we know that Mrs. Narid is tightly wrapped up in a hat.

“First of all, I heard that the battlefield is a harsh and difficult place. I would like to join you, but he always refuses, saying it’s dangerous. However, I know that even though he refuses me, deep down he misses my embrace.”

“…”

“People know him as a knight with a strong heart and soul.”

Mrs. Narid spoke with slightly pursed lips and tearful eyes.

“Terveer is actually a pure boy who wants to be loved and act spoiled.”

Mrs. Narid’s groundbreaking statement that she would understand if a local woman were to be created raised natural questions.

“Then what on earth are you so angry about, Madam?”

“His illegitimate children. If he had known about them, they would have been my family members for whom I should have taken responsibility. But leaving me behind and relying on you is no different from saying that you don’t trust my ability to manage the household.”

…..

When I saw Mrs. Narid sighing in frustration, I felt a culture shock for the first time in a long time.

It was to the point where I was ashamed of myself in the past, when I used to laugh and say, “This is the Middle Ages.”

A way of understanding that is somewhat different from the open sexual concepts of modern people in the 21st century.

This is…

[Medieval]?

“That’s why I’ve been calling you for a long time and asking you to give me some advice, but you kept putting it off, and instead of saving his wife’s spirit, you just embarrassed her.”

what.

It’s not my place to interfere if Terveer wants to take responsibility for his illegitimate children himself.

Of course, the issue of illegitimate children is a family issue, so it wouldn’t be strange if the head of the household, Mrs. Narid, were to take responsibility for it…

Instead, I decided to focus on Mrs. Narid’s grumbling remarks.

“By the way, it seems you are interested in parish synodics and salt bonds.”

“ah!”

Mrs. Narid was certainly gifted.

This means not only being interested in profitable stories, but also having the determination to take action.

“I already bought a few salt bonds related to Count Oduard. It was easy to get them since there are still many lords who don’t know about them. Wow, there are so many people who don’t know about this incredible power that allows them to buy and sell without having to stockpile up inventory.”

“Count Oduard has only recently entered the salt mining business. Isn’t this too risky a choice?”

“What would I be afraid of when the young master is behind me?”

Mrs. Narid quickly figured out the fuzzy partnership.

After seeing the influence of the church grow without fail after Oddiard caught wind, he became convinced that there would be some kind of agreement.

As if that wasn’t enough, he ordered his servant to bring him a thick book.

Why did you suddenly bring a book?

“This is a copy of the draft of the common law that the young master wrote when he was just ordained as a bishop.”

“?”

“Parochical Synod. I saw it as an institution that asserted the influence of the Church in a turbulent local community where fiefdoms with unclear boundaries and vague authority overlapped. As I was wondering what criteria to use to judge it… I became interested in the draft of customary law that the Lord wrote.”

I will use the authority and influence of the church to introduce clear standards instead of vague traditions and customs, so naturally those who understand those standards and value judgments will welcome them.

After explaining everything in detail, Mrs. Narid looked at me with a proud smile.

“If it were simply an act of consulting on what decisions the Synod of the diocese would make, women would not be shunned, and even if they were not compensated, they would naturally have appropriate influence. Although I have not yet fully studied the draft of the customary law that the lord has compiled.”

“…”

“I believe that the young master would not turn away from someone as passionate and prepared as me. …even for the sake of him and the children.”

***

As soon as I left the mansion, the first thing I saw was Terveer laughing in the garden with Yurid.

“Huh? What, you’re leaving already?”

“Huh. Even if my uncle goes, I won’t go.”

“This guy is also feeling sorry. Narva, while you’re here, why don’t you eat something before you go.”

My appetite is gone!

I slowly opened my mouth, wondering what to do with this rascal.

“Brother, I will send you some aged wine from our parish later. Please share it with your wife.”

“…You bastard, when did you turn Narva’s iron cap over?”

“My older brother turned the tables on me.”

Our father, His Highness Prince Athelton, must have put a lot of effort into choosing a spouse.

Otherwise, why would a woman like that live as Terveer’s wife, taking all his shit and piss?

It is regrettable that the pledge of moderation that was ultimately aimed for has gone down the drain.

I waved my hand at Terveer, who was showing a look of disappointment while licking his lips.

“Instead, I plan to go see Brother Ethelred.”

“Why you again, brother? What did you do?”

“If anyone heard this, they’d think I was going around harassing my brothers.”

Why do my family members look at my dedicated efforts so crookedly?

There are so many eyes that persecute this body, a warm-hearted filial son and the embodiment of overflowing friendship.

I poured out my grievances frankly.

“I heard that Brother Ethelred doesn’t have any children yet.”

Then Terve also let out a short exclamation.

“Ah. Well, it’s a sensitive issue…”

I don’t know yet if it’s the woman’s problem or if it’s Ethelred’s problem.

It was also an ambiguous problem that was difficult to pinpoint as anyone’s fault.

If Athlete divorces and takes another woman and still can’t have children, the succession plan he’s worked so hard to establish could be completely ruined.

“As a priest, I would like to visit and pray.”

Before that, I, the oldest doctor in the morning system, plan to conduct an in-depth couples clinic.

Even though I have cut off countless uteruses.

I tend to pay more attention and care to flowers that wither before I can even cut them.

Episode 175