Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 178



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178. Anyone who lives on a one-person school bus is bound to hate Ise.

In a time when non-humans ruled, humans who did not receive the favor of any gods always had to prove their own worth.

By offering up one’s own kind as a sacrifice.

This is where the two opposing views on the old gods of Ise originate.

To some, the gods of Ise were nothing more than bloodthirsty monsters that thirsted for human life. Sensitive people viewed the gods of Ise as demons who quenched their thirst with the blood of children and gnawed on ripped hearts while looking down on them with arrogance.

But to some, the gods of Ise were true gods who willingly responded to petitions with clear and reasonable criteria. Instead of leaving them to ponder over vague Zen questions and answers, they presented intuitive yet sufficiently convincing trials.

Yes, it was an ordeal.

The ordeal of sacrificing one’s own kind was an acceptable price to pay for going against the fate of slavery.

It was a world overflowing with alien races that were far more powerful than humans.

When most humans were frustrated as slaves and livestock, it was only the old gods of Ise who elevated those who refused that fate to equal status with other races.

The old gods, then and now, were demanding the same conditions for mortals’ petitions, demanding a worthy sacrifice.

He didn’t care if he was despised as a devil and his followers were burned at the stake just because they believed in him. After all, humans were the weakest mortals.

The old gods were confident that humans would cross the threshold of apostasy and come to them at any time if they were offered reasonable terms of trade, so they quietly acted in secret.

It was unpleasant for the church that served the starlight of humanity, but it was true.

“If you’ve seen the miracle of Sanguio Silva, you’ll know.”

The cathedral church of the diocese of Powis.

Bishop Ganista, wearing a monocle, opened his mouth in front of a chalice containing the branch of the old god, Sanguio Silva, who was sealed underground.

“Why has the church been so pathologically wary of records related to this world?”

As soon as the bishop heard the story of Ethelred, he returned in a hurry.

Since the matter was not an ordinary one, Bishop Ganista could not show any sign of displeasure.

Perhaps, before discussing likes and dislikes, it may have been his sense of mission as a priest that pushed the bishop forward.

The bishop’s eyes, looking down at the branches of Sanguio Silva, were filled with the same wariness as when they first met.

“The Church says that man is noble, but at the same time it knows very well that he is not. Man is much uglier, weaker, and less solid than we think.”

“Is it okay for a priest to say something like that?”

“Hahaha, I need to know what kind of condition the student I’m teaching is in.”

When there is an easy way and a right way, it is human nature to choose the easy way.

After saying this, Bishop Ganista began to click his tongue.

“Those we call devils. The old gods of this world are so fair. They count every human being as one life. They do not distinguish between good and evil, age, gender, or status. That is why they are so easily deceived.”

Before God, all people are equal and fair.

Life is just one life, and nothing has value beyond that.

The first thing a human being who becomes aware of this fact feels is discomfort.

But a few smart math people, people who considered themselves rational and reasonable, soon discovered a new possibility.

“At first, they select criminals or people who deserve to die. They are so evil that everyone agrees that there is no public opinion against them. However, they cannot satisfy the demand forever, so they soon begin to relax their standards. The standards for who deserves to die gradually become looser.”

A stranger with no connections, a useless unemployed person, an old bachelor who can’t start a family, an old maid who can’t have children, a widow with a lot of money, an old person who can’t do anything properly, a disabled person who is a burden to the community to support, a child who provides less labor than an adult, and lastly, a newborn baby who only babbles about possibilities…

Once bewitched, there is no option for those who do not offer sacrifices any more.

All the prosperity and comfort they enjoy depend on the miracles of the gods. Those who have forgotten how to work hard can only try to please the gods by offering more sacrifices.

Bishop Ganista sighed deeply, saying that he had seen several such cases.

“The starlight of the human world that spares miracles in exchange for not having to kill people, and the demon that generously grants miracles to those who kill… the old gods of this world. Which of the two would you rather serve?”

I answered that question without hesitation.

“Of course, it’s the one who doesn’t have to kill.”

“But in this world, there were more people who chose the latter.”

Bishop Ganista smiled bitterly at my answer.

“Your Majesty, no. Your Highness. I assume you are planning to head to the castle.”

“…”

“The question I asked earlier. You shouldn’t be at ease just because they are servants of royalty.”

The bishop looked particularly remorseful today.

His eyes were so filled with skepticism that it was hard to believe he was a priest struggling to maintain the human era.

The bishop continued his remarks, displaying distrust, mild disgust, and even contempt for humanity.

“There are many who would kill a man if they could obtain a miracle. Those who serve Lux Stella are no exception. You must remember this, Your Majesty.”

I looked at the bishop without saying anything.

Then the bishop adjusted his glasses and gave me a bitter sneer.

“The fact that the remains of an adult are also considered a miracle.”

-Especially if it is the remains of a resurrected person.

The moment I heard those last words, I realized why the bishop had returned in such a hurry.

It was a warning.

A warning that we should never be complacent just because the church is dominant in the mainland.

***

adult.

It was part of a system put in place by the Church of the Stars of Humanity to honor the martyred Aura Awakeners.

The adult faith helped to embrace leaders in each region and quickly sway the hearts of the local people, ultimately succeeding in giving them a sense of unity among humanity.

These adult remains were considered to be relics imbued with the miracles of Lux Stella, and were actually used as important seals to drive out the power of Ise.

This is why even people who hate the church do not deny that the remains of adults are spiritual objects.

In addition, there are quite a few pilgrims who set out on a pilgrimage just to see the remains of an adult. Places where local saints were born or died were easy to attract to the tourism industry that thrived on pilgrimages.

But these material advantages cast a new shadow over human society.

All the adults are known to have died of natural causes or in battle, but this is only an official record. When an adult dies, there are many cases where people are ready to tear apart the remains of the wise adult to pieces, just waiting for the funeral.

Even some adults appear to have been killed by local residents, given the circumstances.

There have been many anecdotes of elderly adults suffering from chronic illnesses who had been secluded for a while, only to find out that they had already passed away when someone concerned about them went to check on them.

The problem is that the remains were torn to pieces before the Vatican’s miracle committee arrived.

Although there was circumstantial evidence, we couldn’t just question them because they kept shouting that they tore apart a dead person, but we couldn’t condemn the entire village as a heretic based on circumstantial evidence alone.

Ultimately, all the Vatican could do was to manage the candidates for sainthood – for example, from the time of the stigmata apparitions – in order to prepare for any eventuality.

He even personally added a warning to hide the stigmata as much as possible and not reveal the miracle.

These were all stories told by Bishop Ganista.

Only then did I understand why the Pope had been desperately trying to stop my expedition.

It was a problem that I died while establishing my specialty, but I was clearly worried that I would be defeated by my own side and promoted to a holy relic.

“The more you fear Ise, the more you become obsessed with the remains of adults…”

Of course, from the church’s perspective, it is not a bad thing that the lords of the Morning Islands, who were directly exposed to Ise’s invasion, rely on their faith.

The problem is that there is a possibility that Bishop Lee, a perfectly healthy adult candidate, will be torn to pieces while he is still alive.

In fact, it was not an entirely unfounded worry, as it was said that whenever a powerful epidemic broke out that could not be stopped even with the protection of longevity, adult hunters would rise up to hunt adults.

With this level of consciousness, it was obvious what would happen if they found out that the blood of a stigmata manifester with a level 3 devotion was truly effective.

If you just listen to the story, they’ll stick a hose up my balls and suck me dry. Even a vampire would run away in fear at the sight of that.

Ahhhh-. Is it true that these fucking idiots can’t be helped?

Even though I finally returned to my office, I couldn’t help but sigh.

Bishop Ganista’s intention in telling this story is clear.

He explained in a roundabout way that the path to the saint was very dangerous and that I should not go there rashly because there were hostile forces.

This warm friendship of concern for one another was truly touching, but unfortunately I had a reason why I had to go to the Holy Land.

The last hope of our Powis family.

We must protect Ethelred’s children.

If even that child followed in Yurid’s footsteps of poor intelligence, then no matter how hard I tried, it would be useless.

In the end, we need to make the sea route to the castle as safe as possible…

There is one way.

This is a method I really, really hate to use.

I bit my lower lip and started preparing for the breakup.

***

A signal to assemble in the cathedral church is never a good sign.

Everyone in the church became tense and started walking at the sound of the loud ringing bell.

“What useless stuff are you talking about again?”

“Shh! Didn’t you hear what Detective Walter said? He’s still stuck in the wine cellar.”

“That was already half a year ago?”

The monks trembled all over when they heard the words of the old monk Walter, who was always sullen and offering free wine samples.

I didn’t want to live in that cool, gloomy cellar for nearly half a year just because I liked the wine.

These concerns were shared by everyone, with only different details.

“Eww… What are you doing again…”

Karina de Win Magister Tribunal Norfang.

The princess, who came to visit after hearing that there was a bishop of her age from the mainland, was suddenly captivated and is now working hard as a secretary, but she cannot even remember the last time she dressed up in a way befitting her status as a princess.

“…to all of you. Today, we are heartbroken, but.”

Rough skin beneath tangled hair, trembling eyelids and calloused fingers.

“You must be willing to part ways for the sake of a sister who has promised a better future. Those who know when to part ways are the ones who can form good relationships…”

At first, she secretly cried while watching her beauty being ruined, but now it feels new. Karina entered the chapel with her eyes closed, dragging her feet, wanting to sleep for at least one more hour.

“Sister Karina, please come forward.”

That was until there was thunderous applause and the bishop’s voice choking up.

“?”

When I opened my eyes in a panic, everyone around me was looking at Karina and crying.

“Wow!!!”

“Congratulations!”

“uh…”

The one waiting for Karina, who had been pushed by the surrounding crowd to the front of the altar, was the red-eyed Bishop Narva.

A person who always had a scratchy smile or a blunt look at people was shedding tears for the first time.

‘Wow. This guy cries too…’

And then, a shocking statement came to Karina, who was surprised by the unexpected turn of events.

“Congratulations on your graduation, princess.”

“yes?”

“This is a decision made after judging that the princess, who was as pure as a blank sheet of paper, has completed sufficient training for her amazing growth.”

“Oh, okay.”

“You should go home now.”

Graduation. Performance. Home.

A bright and hopeful smile began to appear on Karina’s bewildered face.

“I will accompany you to report the results of your training and ensure your safe return.”

“….”

It didn’t take long for that smile to rot and crumble.

Episode 179