Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 179



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179. Those who have entered the spring ministry of Karina are not completely detached from worldly aspects.

Humans are beings who originally live in social communities.

Just as there is a law, not everyone obeys it, and just as there is a precept of silence, not everyone can keep their mouths shut. The same is true of the cathedral, where many people live and meet.

Depending on their respective positions and where they came from, they express different opinions and sometimes clash or come together.

After finishing their work and returning to their accommodations, they are unable to fall asleep and their eyes start to drowsy. Then, they gather in one place and chat, taking out the beer and candles they had hidden away.

When we look for topics that everyone can share in common, questions like this naturally arise.

If you cannot reject the fate of subordinates who must serve their superiors, then who would you want to serve as your superior?

When asked who would be the best if they had to have someone superior, people would often give various reasons.

“As expected, you are Bishop Ganista. Just do what he tells you to do.”

The goat-bearded monk argued quite seriously.

Bishop Ganistar of Ileniput.

He was an ideal boss who strictly estimated what his subordinates could do and did not touch them once they had met their quotas. He did not have private conversations or meetings, but he was evaluated as the most fair in public.

“No. She’s too hard. She has no empathy. Look at Sr. Beneta. She may seem hard, but when she takes care of the young nuns, she’s like a mother. Mother.”

On the other hand, the monk with the beak clicked his tongue and objected.

Senior Sister Beneta.

She stood up to the tyranny of the former bishop and protected the chastity of the young nuns. She was recognized for her strict discipline and her deep love for the young nuns, and she was respected by many, whether they knew it or not.

“You bastards, I’m going to live with you anyway, so I’d rather have the cute Princess Karina than the old men who are all wrinkled.”

The monk of Sambaek-an laughed at these claims and presented a new perspective.

Princess Karina.

With her pure intelligence, innocent smile, and outstanding beauty, she was making the hearts of many monks flutter.

Those who claim that Princess Karina is better have an outrageous logic that they will flatter and please their superiors anyway, so it would be much better to flirt with a pretty princess.

But even people with different logics would unanimously agree on who the worst boss was.

While everyone was gathered in front of the candles and sharing glasses of beer, the monk who had been quietly covering himself with a blanket turned his back and opened his mouth.

“I don’t care who you are. Just swap with me.”

“….”

After the bishop’s subordination.

The moment that name was mentioned, the monks who had been wetting their lips with beer foam all put down their glasses. It was a terrifying name that instantly blew away any drunkenness.

Everyone was awkward and couldn’t continue talking for a while.

The goat-bearded monk suddenly remembered the declaration he had heard in the chapel and spoke in a bright, decorated voice.

“But it seems like things have finally changed this time. Spring has finally come to you, Your Highness.”

“Changed? After the bishop… the subordinate?”

“I heard you’re going to the mainland with Princess Karina this time.”

The goat-bearded monk asked the question with a fervent hope, not a certainty.

“Couldn’t that be seen as a secret meeting?”

***

An unseasonable spring breeze blew through the cathedral.

This is because each person in the group whispered in each other’s ears and spread a rumor.

Regardless of whether the rumor was true or not, the related content was so shocking that it spread quickly. Before long, there were only a handful of people who didn’t know about the rumor.

Princess Karina, the mastermind behind it all, was no exception.

“Huh? A secret meeting? With who?”

“Rumor has it that the princess and the young master are having a secret meeting.”

“Me? With Yeha?”

Karina’s reaction to hearing the news brought by her maid Edwina was varied.

At first, he tilted his head, but later he opened his eyes wide and asked the question with a puzzled look on his face dozens of times.

In the end, Karina, who could not deny the situation, let out a deep sigh and clenched her fists.

“I am a stigmata manifester and a descendant of royal blood. I grew up being loved wherever I went.”

“It was a fact that could easily be guessed by looking at the princess’s mischief.”

Karina nodded innocently at Edwina’s harsh words.

Then, with a bitter smile, he began to look at the mirror in front of him.

“Instead, I didn’t have anyone I could truly call a friend. I came here to find someone my age.”

Edwina asked in surprise at Karina’s bitter smile.

“Princess… Your Highness?”

“Are you crazy? I hate it. I hate it!”

Karina’s image of Bishop Narva was not very good.

No matter how you look at it, they were bad friends, not real friends.

But there were false rumors going around that their relationship had developed to the point where they were having secret meetings. Of course, Karina was free from marriage thanks to her status as a stigmata manifestation.

But that doesn’t mean that purity is trivialized.

Her royal origins forced upon Karina the importance of chastity, and made her negative about dating without the consent of both families.

It was even more so for Narva, a beast in disguise as a civilized man who could not even begin to understand a woman’s feelings, let alone take care of her.

However, the reason he did not respond strongly to the rumors was because he trusted Narvaran that much.

“Edwina, think about it. Do you think that your majesty sees me as a woman?”

Even though the direction of faith was somewhat off.

“I can’t be sure.”

“At an age when you should be seething with lust, you don’t even have sex with men, let alone women?”

“I can’t be sure…”

Even Edwina, who was always so consistent, turned her face away with a clouded expression.

Karina looked at Edwina like that and let out a pitiful sigh.

“No matter how important a face is, it’s impossible to take into account that eccentric personality and uncontrollable hands. I hope the rumors will disappear quickly.”

But as time passed, the rumors did not die down, but rather began to grow stronger.

The culprit is-.

“Princess, please get into the carriage first. I will escort you from the side.”

“…”

– It was none other than Bishop Narva, the one who started another rumor.

***

I don’t believe in the saying that no one can go back without someone.

A system is one giant cogwheel.

A system can only be called a system if it can run continuously as long as it has spare parts prepared to the specifications.

However, there are people who do not trust the stability of the system and speak weakly because they are afraid of the responsibility they will have to shoulder.

Even though you have the ability and will to endure, such unfortunate events occur because you lack confidence in yourself.

This time it was the same.

The person who rushed into my office as if he was about to break down the door was surprisingly Bishop Ganista.

“Yes! Is that true?! I heard you’re emptying the main hall again!”

“No, Your Excellency. Didn’t you advise me to become a saint?”

“I have to go back to the library, and since Your Majesty has just returned, I expected it to be at least half a year later!”

“I was already feeling fortunate to have people by my side who I could trust and leave things to.”

Often people resent the idea that they are replaceable.

Thinking that if you don’t have something more special than anyone else, the world and society will creak and cause problems.

But I tried to break free from that kind of self-righteous arrogance and achieved some small results. It was thanks to my successful change of mindset.

If there is someone who can take my place, I can trust them and leave it to them, and then shake it off and do something new, so why should I hold on to one thing for a thousand years? There is no inefficiency like this.

Unfortunately, not everyone agreed with this view.

Bishop Ganista tried to tie me to his office by selling me drugs, thinking I was irreplaceable.

“Your Majesty, I understand that you are wary of the power of Sanguio Silva. However, if you leave your post for a long time to receive the relics of the mainland, this place you are supposed to protect could be put in danger!”

It would be easy to simply suppress him with authority, but the opponent is Bishop Ganista.

It is not only human garbage but also unreasonable to have someone who has to take charge of both the Illenipud and Powis dioceses while I am away.

The reason people can speak is to persuade with logic, not violence.

I began to calmly persuade Bishop Ganista in a friendly tone.

“If the pagans’ purpose is migration or something similar, they won’t invade right away. Rather, they will be on guard against a large-scale holy war on the mainland.”

“If we confront Ise head-on right now, the one who will lose is none other than Inse!”

Bishop Ganista questioned why the Church held on to such mysticism.

“No. It will be humans who will lose. If that happens, it will be the destruction of both humans who serve this world and humans who serve humanity.”

My thoughts were a little different.

The reason was precisely their human composition.

“Although it is an all-out invasion of Ise, those who led Ise, the alien races who were favored by the gods, have not shown themselves. The offensive is also weak compared to the beginning… Only the elves are active in human society, borrowing the favor of Sanguio Silva. This is probably because their numbers have decreased due to the church’s brutal suppression and massacre of the majority.

But regardless of the background, looking at the current situation, even if you look at it favorably, the people of Ise are nothing more or less than arrow shields.”

And these facts are also known to the humans who serve this world, the pagans.

Otherwise, they would not have been reluctant to expand the war any further. The pagans were much more sensitive to human losses than they had thought, although they were not revealed by the merciless and indiscriminate plunder and the will to fight.

The evidence is that rather than focusing on a hopeless offensive, they are trying to dismantle the weakened Duchy of Bartline, and continue the standoff rather than continuing the attack recklessly.

I guess the humans of this world are currently maintaining a balance of power with other races based on their overwhelming population numbers.

As the population dwindles and tribes are annihilated, the initiative will naturally pass to other races.

If the Wolf Cloak guy leading this invasion has any sense at all, he’ll try to prevent the other races from completely handing over the initiative.

“For now, the humans on the Ise side will want to maintain peace. They need to put down roots. Even if the other races run wild, it is humans who have the numbers, so if the humans on the Ise side do not follow suit, there will be clear limits. We need to appropriately utilize this subtle internal rift.”

It seems like my persuasion worked to some extent.

Bishop Ganista looked calm and composed, fiddling with his monocle.

“…I will listen, Your Majesty.”

There is a saying that you only get your money’s worth if you gain two or more benefits from one thing.

I regarded this visit as an opportunity for the Duchy of Powis to make a leap forward.

It was absurd to hide that plan from his closest confidant and friend, Bishop Ganista.

“I intend to propose a policy of religious tolerance as a means of further dividing the two races. I also plan to petition Your Majesty to allow the worship of the old gods to be tolerated, with the exception of human sacrifice, by presenting a few obligations.”

The most powerful force, Yuvas, has practically already split in two, Batline has been completely destroyed, and Penrad will soon be destroyed.

The only remaining Nevar had already turned to the pro-Ise side and watched the downfall of Bartline.

In this situation, even the different races were running wild.

Even if I had done something to improve it, it would be a very disadvantageous situation for our Duchy of Powis, which is expected to remain the only bastion of royalties.

But as soon as Bishop Ganista heard this, he pressed his index finger to his forehead.

“Yes, that sounds like you’re going to apostatize.”

“I guess the Vatican would agree with that.”

“Then why on earth!”

“Wouldn’t you like to keep an eye on this side, deploy personnel, and pay attention to it, knowingly or unknowingly, rather than on the mainland? If necessary, even prepare for a holy war?”

Only then did Bishop Ganista realize what I was after.

Perhaps because he was shocked, he changed his title from “Subordinate” to “Your Highness.”

“Your Majesty, this will be a very precarious tightrope walk.”

“Instead, we can stop the outcry of the other races.”

I have become convinced of this after encountering traces of elves recently.

I alone cannot stop all their evil tricks.

Then shouldn’t we invite experts?

If you just call them, you’ll end up breaking the bank, but if you can hire people for free, it’s much better to hire them for free.

Here Bishop Ganista recalled a rumor that has been circulating recently.

“Then what about the rumors about Princess Karina?”

“I plan to show off my close relationship with the princess and hint at the possibility of some kind of cooperation with the royal family on the mainland.”

Of course, the Norpang guys on the mainland might find this unpleasant.

“I am a lonely king, a man called a warrior king by my enemies. Even if it was just through rumors, those Norfang guys should be shedding tears of gratitude. Don’t you think so?”

For me, the Duchy of Powis, my house, and my family always come first.

I was thinking of telling him to throw his gloves if he gets hurt.

I’ll grab the sword and fight you to the fullest!

Episode 180