Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 176



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176. Most people who are thoroughly prepared for alternatives have one misconception.

Religion speaks of love and tolerance and exists to embrace more people.

That’s only half true.

In the distant past, when morality and ethics were weakly developed, religion was a birthright.

In the 21st century, the concept of natural rights exists, saying that all humans are noble, but in pre-modern times, religions said that faith was the biggest and clearest difference that distinguished humans from animals.

Therefore, humans who do not follow the correct faith still remain on the border of beasts, and if they do not believe even when given the chance, they are those who have chosen to remain beasts, so there is no reason to treat them as humans.

This logic has been surprisingly effective in oppressing and stereotyping fellow human beings.

Of course, these parts have been modified a lot over time in line with the development of ethical consciousness. The philosophical question of what makes a human being human is also constantly being repeated.

But not in this world.

On the surface, humans appear to be the dominant species in the world, but in reality, they are in a vulnerable position where they can lose their dominance at any time.

The words “Era of Humans” and “Era of Humans” contained the hope that the era of humans would continue and the desperation to do anything for that. And desperate humans tend to transform into surprisingly cruel people.

It was time to face the truth that we had been ignoring and glossing over, knowingly or unknowingly.

The church of this world that serves the stars of humanity is not a church that talks about love, acceptance, and tolerance. They are people who have sworn to endure all kinds of sacrifices to maintain humanity no matter what happens.

The knightly orders still roam the remote regions of the world, focusing on exterminating the alien races that have been hiding there, and the upper echelons of the church are thoroughly suppressing the indigenous faiths in order to cut off the lifeline of this world, burying alive all those involved…

That’s the kind of place it is.

No one would criticize me for being a little rough with my hands.

“Sir Ethelred, step aside.”

It didn’t even take three seconds to draw the sword from its sheath.

“…Narva?”

As soon as Athlete saw me draw my sword, his face hardened and he quickly took action.

He naturally blocked my path as he sent the woman he was hugging behind him.

This is definitely a situation that could be misunderstood.

I slowly explained my purpose without moving, in order to clear up Ethelred’s misunderstanding.

“I have something to check.”

The stigmata that glowed when in contact with Ise’s influence were faintly glowing.

Moreover, it has a strong floral scent that others cannot smell.

Isn’t it too coincidental that I, the only one who had the stigmata of the Seal of Demonic Cultivation, noticed these signs?

I adjusted my grip on the hilt of my sword and glared at the trembling woman clinging to Ethelred’s back.

“We need to check whether that woman is a heterosexual or not.”

“What the… Put your sword away. There must be some misunderstanding. A foreign race?”

“It is as Sir Athelred said. Your Majesty, please put away your sword, for it would be a sight that others would misunderstand!”

Even my dear Lord Overt flailed his arms and tried to stop me, but I couldn’t back down from this part.

The elf who controlled Count Gaitan didn’t care whether Gaitan was destroyed or not, so he just let it slide, but if he had touched Aethelred, it would have been a completely different story.

However, it is not possible to proceed with the matter by subduing Ethelred by force.

Looking at his blazing eyes, it didn’t seem like Athlete would back down easily.

Here, we must at least pretend to adjust appropriately.

I decided so and stuck the knife into the floor.

bang!

“Then Sir Athelred, show me the woman’s ears. I will hold her neck and wrists so she cannot do anything else.”

“Do you really have to go that far? Why all of a sudden?”

Ethelred was not an easy opponent either.

Ethelred held his hands to his waist, even though he knew he could not defeat me through dancing. Seeing his unwavering determination, I sighed and admired him at the same time.

Oddly enough, there are many stubborn people in our Powis family.

When I see things like this, I am impressed by the flexible mindset of the youngest son of the Powis family who knows how to accept and moderate things.

I thought it would be impossible to go any further, so I decided to try to persuade them by presenting reasonable grounds.

The most certain means of identifying the power of Ise and its people is through the use of stigmata.

I confidently raised my right hand, revealing a sparkling blue cross.

“The stigmata are glowing. It’s proof that the woman is somehow connected to the elves.”

But Ethelred tilted his head, admiring the bright blue color the stigmata emitted.

“Stigmata? Stigmata… That’s… the first time I’ve heard of it.”

“…”

… Come to think of it, the church was hiding everything except for the level 0 miracle, the protection of longevity and health.

This means that even if you show the stigmata to people who don’t know the circumstances, it has little credibility.

I looked at Ethelred, who was still trembling, and said, while lowering my right hand again with an embarrassed heart.

“Even if you’re hearing this for the first time, there’s nothing you can do. You must know that the church has a consistently zero-tolerance policy when it comes to matters related to other races.”

“She is not a half-breed. Narva, you are clearly misunderstanding something. An elf… or rather, elves actually exist?”

“Sir Ethelred, I am giving you a chance in consideration of your circumstances.”

If they are true elves, and if Aethelred is married to such an elf, then the Powis family is a heretic in the utmost degree.

Even the position of Bishop, which has supported the Powis family until now, will not be able to prevent the destruction that will come to our family.

This one person may be fine, as he is a priest who has already turned his back on the world and is a stigmata apparition, but… the Vatican in the mainland will not miss this opportunity and will send numerous close associates to tear my position apart and then make me a puppet.

There was only one way for us all to live together.

“Sir Ethelred, if that doesn’t work, you can hold your wife. If you don’t like me touching her, that’s fine. I’ll just look at the salient features.”

“…It looks like you have no intention of backing down.”

“Come on, before I cut you down with my knife.”

As you might have guessed, among our brothers, Ethelred is the worst with a sword.

The person who knew this fact better than anyone was Ethelred. When he was told that he would be stabbed with a sword, he began to groan.

Finally, after much thought, Aethelred pulled out a small dagger and glared at me.

“If you are talking nonsense, I will kill myself.”

***

I looked at the woman and gave Ethelred some non-commandful instructions.

I wondered if her teeth were different from a person’s, so I forced her mouth open and she pretended to cry.

“Ugh…”

“T-T. Did I do it too hard?”

I couldn’t help but sigh as I watched Ethelred flinch at the sound of crying.

Terve, too, and our brothers tended to be overly generous to their wives.

My head started to pound as I met Ethelred’s earnest eyes, looking back and forth between the woman and me, fidgeting.

“You may close it.”

“Ugh…”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Let’s hold on a little longer. Okay?”

Others say that to make a wise woman you have to whip her with a leather belt, but how can you be so gentle?

I couldn’t help but feel sorry for my brother’s weakness.

What can I do? I had the flustered Ethelred carefully examine the various parts that came to mind when thinking of elves.

In particular, we focused on whether the ears were pointy or very different from those of a normal human, and the results were as follows.

“You’re not an elf?”

The conclusion was more shocking than expected.

“It wasn’t me, it was you!”

“But the stigmata still shine.”

Ethelred’s was not an elf.

Just in case, I touched my ears alternately with my right and left hands, where the stigmata were shining, but no unusual reaction occurred.

Then why did the stigmata that reacted when they came into contact with the power of Ise glow?

I don’t know about anything else, but this flower scent, so strong that it gives me a headache, was thought to be a unique scent of elves.

That was the moment.

In a past that already feels distant, the small miracle that Gaemangnanni Seotel showed flashed through my mind.

[The miracle of Ise changed into a form that was difficult to recognize, avoiding the starlight of the human world.]

Suddenly, the memory of that day came back to me as the bright blue light washed away the whitish amniotic membrane that covered the horse’s eyes.

I took off the leather gloves that were covering the stigmata.

Ethelred, whose favorability rating had already entered the negative range, stopped trying to comfort his wife and turned his head to look at her, frowning.

“What are you trying to do now…”

“I’m trying to perform a miracle.”

I held up the cross to the woman who had lost her mind and recited the refrain of countless prayers.

“Lux Stella. You who brought Ise to twilight and brought up the dawn of humanity.”

– Drive away the sunset of the ending era with your starlight.

“Oww. I don’t like it. It hurts.”

Ethelred’s she was no different from a beast.

Even in front of the bright blue light that the stigmata was gently emitting, he writhed around like an animal that had just learned to speak, spitting out only the words that came to his mind at the time.

But I was seeing things that others couldn’t see.

Now it seemed like it was in everyone’s sight.

“Ugh…!”

Sir Overt, who had been clutching the hilt of his sword from afar, retched.

I understand.

The moment the bright blue light shone through, even I, at first, felt disgusted at seeing Ethelred’s girl.

Areas not covered by clothing, such as the forearms and wrists, were densely packed with strangely shaped reddish-brown shadows that resembled roundworms or tapeworms.

Like real parasites, they wriggle under the skin, layer upon layer.

Even Athlete, who had been glaring at me just a moment ago, almost let go of my hand in shock.

But Ethelred, with his superhuman patience, did not let go of his wife. Instead, he simply shut his eyes tightly and asked in a trembling voice.

“What the… hell… is this?”

It was a terrible miracle I had never seen before.

But somehow, in the midst of this strange sense of foreboding, I was able to feel certain.

“Sanguio Silva.”

“Oh, what?”

Perhaps the strong floral scent is not that of an elf, but of some other being.

I answered, recalling the gnarled, withered branches beneath the cathedral’s cellar, writhing violently as if a few drops of blood had been shed upon them.

“An old god of Ise who favors elves.”

Until now, I only knew how to deal with people.

I thought that if I knew how to deal with people, most problems would be solved.

But the moment Aethelred witnessed her situation, he realized what he must do as a priest.

I bit my lower lip as I placed my wrist on the knife stuck in the floor.

I hate being sick…

Ethelred, you must be nice to me later.

Really.

“Ugh!”

Because the blade was usually sharpened, the skin was cut like a piece of tofu.

There was a thud, a sound like blood was flowing out.

The only peculiarity is that it is not a crimson red, but rather a noble silvery glow.

The problem is that it looks crazy to other people.

Ethelred opened his eyes to the pungent scent of blood and was terrified, unable to bear it any longer.

“What the hell are you doing! No, more importantly, Narva. The color of your blood…!”

“What is this?”

“You, you. Weren’t you human!?”

“no…!”

There were so many things the church had kept hidden from the general public that there was so much to explain.

The explanation will come later.

The writhing reddish-brown shadows that filled the woman’s body told her that her condition was critical.

I spoke simply and clearly, catching the blood flowing from my wrist with my empty hand.

“Brother. I won’t say much. You must feed your wife this blood so she can live.”

“….”

I could tell what Ethelred was thinking just by looking at his eyes.

Are such superstitious and barbaric acts really the answer?

Of course, as the first person to perform surgical operations in the early morning hours, there were other methods.

The idea is to try to cut open the skin to remove the strange shadow that has taken hold of the body.

However, there was a slight statistical flaw in that 70% of the patients died during the surgery and the remaining 30% died before they could complain of aftereffects.

Let us briefly explain this other method, and Ethelred’s resolve was also firm.

“Please. Not… any other way.”

I guess there’s nothing I can do since it’s my beloved wife’s life that’s at stake.

Ethelred could not tolerate even the slightest possibility.

Episode 177