Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 177



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177. The stigmata of the Sealed Demon, specialized in driving out the power of Kingmaker Ise, who spares no effort.

The effect was definitely as described.

When I fed a few drops of blood to my eldest sister-in-law, Ethelred’s wife, a change occurred immediately.

As each drop of blood flowed down his throat, the reddish-brown shadows that had been writhing beneath his skin would burst and melt away.

The miracle of the old god who reigned over mankind long ago was collapsing without even a single proper resistance.

Of course, it would seem like a miracle even to someone who doesn’t know it.

Both Athelred, who was embracing his wife, and Sir Overt, who was peeking from behind, were busy murmuring prayers and making the sign of the cross.

As soon as Ethelred made the sign of the cross, he looked at me with a puzzled look and asked.

“Can you tell me the details of what happened?”

The Powis family was a prominent family with a reputation in the church.

If he was the eldest son, Aethelred, he was a nobleman of unshakable standing in this area.

However, I couldn’t help but be bewildered because there were so many facts that I was encountering for the first time in my life.

The reason is simple.

This was thanks to the church’s desperate efforts to destroy records related to Ise.

Even if they were the same internal personnel, there was no way that an outsider would know properly about the information that was disclosed due to the difference in status. Even I, if I had not been recognized as the lone king of a fallen kingdom, would have had to find out on my own.

The quick-witted Ethelred immediately saw that this was why the Church held to mysticism.

The evidence was the tendons that were visible on the hand that held his wife.

Why had they not told him such an important fact? Ethelred had a vague idea of ​​what the Church had been hiding, and he wanted to know just how much.

However, the reason why Ethelred still maintains a polite attitude is because he is the other person, and because he has always shown strong friendship with me.

Fortunately for our Ethelred, I’m not a big fan of secrets.

After explaining everything to Terveer in detail, I told Ethelred what he wanted without hesitation.

“This is the miracle that Ise performs.”

Then Ethelred became angry.

Under his wide-open eyes, his hands trembled, and he barely managed to suppress the voice boiling up from within his chest before opening his mouth with difficulty.

“A miracle? This… strange power is a miracle? Is the power to harm people so cruelly a miracle?”

“That’s true from the perspective of the one being attacked. But from the perspective of the believer, isn’t it a miracle to have the power to defeat one’s enemies without lifting a finger?”

At that moment, his wife’s symptoms completely improved.

It seemed as if the reddish-brown shadows that had spread across his body had completely disappeared, as if the silver blood he had been eating had been worth it.

But the most important scent, though faint, still lingered around.

Has the power of Ise not yet been able to completely defeat the miracle performed by Sanguio Silva?

It may remain in areas covered by clothing.

I took a step back and quietly looked down at my moaning wife.

“I think you should check on your wife’s health while I’m here. More importantly, you haven’t been baptized, have you?”

“Of course I got it! … No, that. Sorry for yelling…”

“I understand. That’s the situation.”

All baptized humans live under the protection of the miracle of longevity and health of the 0th level of devotion bestowed by the starlight of humanity, Lux Stella.

That protection is never simple.

The fact that only humans protected by Ariaba’s roar, which drove beasts mad, were able to withstand it is proof. Only humans protected by Ariaba have the potential to stand against the power of Ise.

So how did this miracle, presumed to be that of Sanguio Silva, break through that protection?

Could it be that Lux Stella’s power is weakening?

The reason why Aura Awakeners do not appear is not because the method has been put into practice, but simply because Lux Stella’s power or will to intervene in this world has weakened?

If that’s really the case… it’s a serious problem. It’s a problem that I need to ask for support for, even if it means giving up my position and power, and even if it means putting aside the conflict with the mainland.

It was around the time when my thoughts reached extremes.

I suddenly realized that the scent of flowers came only from specific parts of my wife’s body.

Around the chest.

I pointed there and asked Ethelred.

“Brother, does your wife have any special accessories that she wears?”

Then Ethelred nodded urgently and answered.

“There is a relic of a saint that a kind old woman gave me as a gift. She was originally a very religious woman. I thought it was fate that came to her after her devout life of faith. It was a necklace made from the urn containing the index finger bone of an unknown saint. She is probably still wearing it.”

“…”

“Looking at your expression… I guess I need to check.”

Ethelred carefully took out the necklace that was hidden under his wife’s chest.

As expected, the scent of flowers was coming from a necklace made from the ashes of an adult that she had always kept hidden inside her clothes because she didn’t want to show off to others.

I reached out and ripped the urn open in one breath.

Thud thud!

The moment the torn ring bounced on the floor, I felt it writhing and struggling inside the urn.

I wanted to destroy that urn with just my strength.

He grabbed it with a firm grip and made sure of it.

“Brother, I will give you the relic myself, so please do not accept anything like this again.”

these guys.

I learned how to pierce the protection of longevity with a fake relic.

***

I returned to Powis Castle, not to the cathedral church.

This is because I decided that the preliminary investigation that I had promised to Lord Overt should not be delayed even for a single day.

They went through all the administrative documents they could find, rounded up all the people involved, whether retired or still working, and threw them in jail.

There were a few deaths along the way, but it was not the time to hesitate because a few innocent people were dying.

After a week of fussing, finally one useful testimony emerged.

This is the desperate cry of an old man who succeeded in stimulating his memory before pulling out his fingernails.

“It was about five or five years ago. Around that time, there was a strange maid.”

“Are you talking about Edwina?”

“No. She’s a strange girl… and the strange maid I’m talking about is the one with the strangest rumors.”

The old man, who had originally worked as a servant and then retired to become a miller, spoke in a rambling manner and made gestures as he told me everything he felt.

“There was a maid who said she would quit for a lower salary after working for a few months because she had to take care of her sick family. I remember that the head maid who was distributing the salary at the time readily helped her because her circumstances were so dire.”

“That maid.”

“She passed away. I heard she had some kind of illness… I didn’t know that much. I only remember that bad rumors were going around because other people who were close to that maid also died of the flu.”

That’s the woman.

The quick-witted Overt Hardness guessed in an instant how the situation would turn out.

“You’ve been silenced.”

“5 years ago. Let’s look at all those records.”

Five years ago, I was so busy playing that I didn’t visit the main castle of Powis very often.

Since my status as a stigmata manifester was widely known in the neighborhood, it would have been easy to figure out my movements. Even if they came looking for me, I knew I wouldn’t stay long, so I guess they took action.

Besides, it’s already been five years.

Now, I have a feeling that even if I try to follow the traces, I won’t get any proper clues.

Nonetheless, I willingly stepped forward and took the lead in the investigation.

But as the search progressed, it became clear just how thorough the enemy was.

With a troubled face, Lord Overt pointed out the dangerous weakness of the old-fashioned administration.

“There is insufficient documentation regarding the salary and contract. No, it is okay to assume that there is none. I have targeted precisely the fact that the head maid or the head chamberlain would verbally sign the contract on behalf of the master, citing customary reasons.”

It wasn’t easy to find the maids and servants who died from a mysterious disease and their bereaved families.

Five years later, he and his soldiers tracked down their whereabouts, but all they found in return were the bewildered faces of the villagers.

“No, where would a plague leave families with money in the village?”

“Nari, it’s not that we’re bad. We have to live to offer ourselves to you.”

If it is a disease that even overcomes the protection of longevity, it is not an ordinary, vicious disease.

People judged it rationally.

For people with poor health systems, there was only one way to stop the terrible plague.

The bereaved family was locked in their homes by the villagers under the pretext of preventing an epidemic.

Beneath the collapsed roof, only the musty smell of dust wafts through the gaps between the carefully nailed wooden panels on the doors and windows.

But I gave my orders to my soldiers with a strange confidence.

“Tear it off.”

“Ugh.”

“Starlight of the world, protect us…”

There was no sign of rebellion in the house that had been reduced to ruins.

On the moldy table, only a melted candle was left to commemorate the dusty skeletons rolling on the floor.

But there’s just one more thing.

There was one more trace left in these ruins.

A phrase written in large letters on the wall, made of rotten bloodstains.

The soldiers who saw that clicked their tongues as if it was a pity.

“Did you curse it?”

“That must have been the case. If you locked me up and told me to die, how could I have endured it without cursing?”

“But what does that mean?”

They were clearly words written in human language, but no one knew what they meant.

Because it’s a simple name.

“Byaryakma.”

It was the name of an elf who was carrying out operations against the Duchy of Powis, and especially against the Powis family.

***

For a while I couldn’t leave the Powis castle.

“Your Majesty. Do I have to pay for all this myself?”

“Yes, you must do so, Your Majesty.”

“These… trivial things. So, I asked if I had to worry about each and every one of them, even hiring servants.”

“yes.”

I prepared a simple game for Prince Athelton, who has been living helplessly locked up in the castle recently.

“Yes, if these elves really exist, how can we fight them?”

“I plan to place the relics consecrated by my blood in important locations within the castle. Of course, you should carry at least one of the Overt Lords with you.”

“How scary. Those elven people… Don’t normal humans just get swayed by them without knowing anything?”

Give Lord Overt a blue cross necklace blessed with silver blood.

“Thank you, Narva.”

“yes?”

“My wife’s condition is improving amazingly. Thanks to you.”

“By the way, what is your sister-in-law’s name?”

“…Gartha. Gartha Orne Seneber. Ever since we were young… we promised to marry each other.”

Seneber, who came to Garta.

I wrote the name in blood on a handkerchief.

And then he clutched the handkerchief tightly, making sure that the blood was definitely soaked through it, before handing it to Ethelred.

“Instead of the fake ones sold at flea markets, carry around the genuine relics given by adult candidates. If you keep them, they will later become worth hundreds of millions of won, so they will be a much more valuable investment.”

“I guess it would be impossible to hear the detailed circumstances?”

“I will reveal the details after I find out what miracle invaded my sister-in-law.”

Then Ethelred carefully clutched the handkerchief with both hands and immediately began to shed tears.

“Thank you. Really… thank you.”

“Aren’t you brothers?”

“Really, I raised my younger brother well.”

I burst out laughing at that.

I’m saying the obvious again.

***

November 4, 1216.

After a period of commotion, a long-awaited letter arrived at the castle of Powis.

[Dear friend, to Your Majesty, the Sword of Humanity.]

It was a letter from Bishop Ganista, who was closely examining the records related to Ise in the library of Ileniput.

Bishop Ganista understood exactly what the miracle of Ise was just by listening to the brief summary I sent him.

[Among the blessings and miracles bestowed by Sanguio Silva, there is a miracle called the Root Shadow Nematode. I think the miracle you encountered is probably that.]

Root shadow nematode.

It is said that it was a blessing and favor bestowed upon humans by the nature god, Sanguio Silva, the fruit of eternal life.

[It is said that Sanguio Silva felt sorry for humans who were deprived of the opportunity to fight against predators and were raised as livestock. So, he gave them a blessing that degraded their intelligence so that they would not suffer from the reality that they only existed as sacrifices. It was a blessing that turned humans into beasts.]

It is a literal miracle that cannot be removed by physical means because it parasitizes the soul and not the body.

If I had used my medical experience to cut the skin, I would have almost caught a healthy person.

In any case, it is said that the fruit that sprouted and matured from the root shadow nematode’s nutrients using one person’s intelligence is only permitted to humans.

The taste was slightly sweet and had a strong impression of being mild, but the more you eat it, the smarter you become, realizing the situation humans are in, becoming frustrated and wishing to be parasitized by root shadow nematodes.

People who lived in this world said that.

But the most important problem was different.

[Of course, from the perspective of humanity, it is a curse. Because it eats away at the soul, children born with that spirit are also born as beasts or die young.]

Fortunately, there was a way to solve it.

[If something you are worried about has happened, it would be best to head to the church as soon as possible.]

There are said to be relics related to the Vatican.

A very precious relic that even those with a high status are denied the right to use.

I sighed as I carefully folded Bishop Ganista’s letter.

“I hate riding a boat.”

I get motion sickness a lot.

Especially if you suffer from seasickness.

Episode 178