Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 182



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182. Another world’s serf game and reality.

In two places where different laws governed, there was one law that was equally common.

-If you don’t know, you’ll suffer.

But the words often used by swindlers who steal other people’s money are slightly modified in a more barbaric and uncivilized world.

-If you didn’t know, you should die.

Unfortunately, my adjutant and my men were not properly informed.

What is the only way to deal with those guys who don’t turn back right away even after you cut off their heads and just start chopping them down?

It’s only natural. Most of the soldiers who directly confronted them threw away their hats, saying that they were heavy on their heads.

It was only later that I realized that I could neither breathe nor eat without a nose and mouth, and I would often collapse.

The surviving soldiers are those who fought against other types of enemies instead of the pagans who had been so fiercely resisting.

That’s why I didn’t know.

The adjutant, as well as the soldiers who longed for peace, had no idea how much effort and concentration it would take to dance with them until all their tendons were cut off.

And they didn’t know how much easier an enemy they were compared to the pagans.

“Kill the king!”

“You traitors! Are you begging for peace?”

Amidst the clashing shouts, I approached the military flag that had lost its meaning.

A flag depicting a sword resting on an anchor in a semicircle, the symbol of Lavanstar.

This flag will now take the place of the King’s mantle.

Booooooo!

Of course, it was impossible to fasten the cloak without a buckle.

Instead, I wrapped my left arm around the torn flag and faced the enemies, shouting.

“Look!”

There is no particular reason why he went to the trouble of tearing off the flag and using it as a cloak.

It was to kindly guide the guys so that they wouldn’t get confused.

All eyes are directed this way.

I smiled pleasantly, pointing with my right hand to the flag draped around my left arm in front of him.

“The one wearing this flag is the king you must kill.”

With those last words, he leapt straight into the middle of the enemy lines.

If the enemies had fought in proper formation like soldiers, I would have been repelled instead.

But the thin glimmer of hope for peace clouded their eyes.

They were delighted that I was jumping into their midst, and they aimed their spears desperately.

“He is the king!”

“That’s stupid…!”

I laughed at that. I probably laughed the same way in the past, not in a dream.

The enemies before my eyes were elite soldiers with real combat experience, and they almost simultaneously thrust out their spear tips.

I, too, recalled the pose while chewing over the memories in this strange dream.

The flag fluttering around his left arm and his right hand already clutching the hilt of the sword at his waist.

As I pushed my left foot back in the boiling blood and swung my cloaked left arm, the only feeling I had was this:

Ta-da-da-dak!!!

“?!”

“What…!”

When the cloak fluttering along his left arm bluntly wrapped around the tip of the spear that was being shot.

The moment their spearheads were buried deep into the cloak, I grabbed a handful of spearheads trapped under the cloak with my left hand.

I realized as I grabbed it.

Is that why?

I looked at the bewildered faces and forcibly pulled on the spears captured under the cloak.

And the moment I put strength into my right hand that was holding the hilt of the sword, a thought came to mind.

that…

It was a sigh that it was only to this extent.

Kagagak-!!!

A sunken skin is visible beyond the torn chain link.

The tip of the sword was clearly cut, and where it passed, all that was left were spurting blood and shocked eyes.

The bastards made foolish excuses with their eyes, saying that they had no idea that their throats would be slit by the point of a sword as soon as they were dragged out along the ridge.

But my wrist was already spinning the handle and putting strength into the blade.

There were some soldiers who missed the spearhead and tried to maintain their formation, but the tip of my sword was approaching much faster.

He slashes down with the blade, slits the throat, and swings the tip of the sword in a circular motion, digging into the Adam’s apple.

I take a few steps back and then take a step forward and without fail I get cut down.

After a while, the enemies also realized the reality as all the men who had been swinging their spears at me fell down bleeding.

At that moment, I was in the process of putting down the spears I had wrapped in my cloak.

The moment the windows hit the ground with a loud crash, desperate cries tickled my ears.

“Keep your distance! Don’t approach rashly!”

“Uh, how.”

Gulp.

The sound of someone swallowing saliva was particularly clear.

As I follow the sound, I see the eyes that once believed in me and followed me.

Now, the voices that were looking this way, with a mixture of vivid fear and hatred, were longing for my death, the voices that were hoping for peace.

If he were a king, he would have had to embrace them. If he were a king, he would have had to console them, embrace them, and rule them strictly.

If he were a king, he would not have tolerated such a thing in the first place.

If I were a king…

…I would have had to give up even revenge!

“Ahhhhhhh-!!!”

plural.

The mind is not so insignificant as to be pushed aside by those who only put forward numbers.

They were the kind of people who would bow down and beg for mercy when someone said that they would give them more because they were strong and killed their parents, children, and friends. If they were going to be pushed around because they were outnumbered by those guys, it would be better to commit suicide right away.

forgiveness?

If forgiveness means sticking your head in and licking your opponent’s toes with your tongue, then I will live as a mere wretch!

“S-save me! Please save me, Your Majesty!”

“Who is your servant?”

bang!

He shouted while crushing his head with his combat boot.

He couldn’t even tolerate the gray-white brain fluid flowing normally, so he crushed it with all his might.

Crackle, crackle!

“I am a Barial, the son of a serf!”

The 800 survivors killed and died, hoping for peace and revenge.

But at some point, one side began to gain the upper hand.

The commotion that began with the desertion finally ended when the sun had completely set and the sky was turning red with the setting sun.

The adjutant was still alive at that time.

This was because, tied up and doing nothing, he was pushed down on the list of people to kill right away.

At that time, there were exactly 215 soldiers who survived. I remember it like that.

The adjutant, the ringleader of the failed rebellion, looked up at me with a strange expression of despair and understanding and asked.

“Wouldn’t it be better to survive and plan for the future?”

I also fully understood that kind of adjutant.

Because the ‘we’ that the adjutant spoke of, which may include me, have suffered too many sacrifices while being ignored and neglected by everyone else.

Wouldn’t it be better to take revenge on those who treated us coldly and then enjoy better treatment?

But my answer was concise.

“I’ve never seen anyone who procrastinates and then does it properly.”

“Is that… something that must be done?”

“It’s something I want to do.”

The adjutant, who understood the plight of the former king who had been installed as a puppet, did not try to persuade him any further.

Instead, he decided to lower his head and then hit his forehead on the ground.

Thud, thud, thud.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t a solid stone floor, so he couldn’t die right away.

After waiting for a while, I asked the adjutant.

“Are you not sick?”

“…”

No answer came back.

The adjutant’s blood-stained face and confused, clouded eyes were filled with regret and inexplicable joy.

As soon as I saw that sight, I swung my blade without hesitation.

Crunch!

He spoke with a sense of despair as he watched the adjutant’s head fall helplessly.

“If you’re sick, don’t tell me.”

I was foolishly doing that.

If you had told me, I would have cut it off a long time ago.

But the dream didn’t end there.

I spent a long time in the dream, perhaps so long that I thought I had actually returned to the past.

It is not a time when we can barely hold on, but a time after everything has ended.

In a situation where you have already suffered an irreversible defeat and are facing complete ruin, you are following the same path you once chose and followed, without hesitation.

I walked again.

“Huh! I knew you were coming. I didn’t think you’d wait this long…”

Under the embers that covered the town, in the square where the still-hot ashes were flying, the pagan I encountered looked at me with surprise and admiration.

“…But if you didn’t come to save them, then why did you come?”

Next, he expressed his doubts while looking at the sacrifices that were pierced with skewers from anus to mouth, with only nerves surviving and occasionally moving.

If those people were alive, they would have looked this way and begged, but that didn’t happen.

Because I waited until those people died, because I waited until the pagans finished their ritual and let their guard down.

Instead of answering the pagan before me, I recited my newly sworn oath.

“Ravansta, you owe your lives to the king.”

Of course, it was an oath that anyone who knew would know.

“It’s time to pay for my revenge.”

“Huh. Heh heh heh… Are you, by any chance, that king? The one who abandoned everything and ran away?”

The pagan in front of me opened his eyes wide, then burst into laughter and lifted his axe handle.

“This is really it. What can a guy who’s busy running away do? He may have a great attitude, but does he have the skills? Huh?”

“Call me.”

“what?”

“Call your men.”

Only then did the pagan in front of him realize the discomfort he had felt.

It was not long before the hint of hope in a laughter became a desperate cry.

“Marumjigi! Somul! Why aren’t you answering?!”

I slowly bowed as I listened to that howl.

For a very long time, the knights of Lavanstar and I fought against those guys with the wrong mindset.

He was obsessed with organizing his army, forming ranks, and somehow getting into a head-on fight.

I’m obsessed with one point of view: we can’t let those guys run wild…

…I had forgotten the obvious fact that I should have made the first move.

“….You bastard. What on earth have you done? Is this a miracle from that progenitor god!?”

“They are serfs.”

“what?”

“Pray to your god first, and then when you get to him, tell him.”

Became a hunter.

He became a slaughterman who spread traps called villages using people as bait and cut off the heads of animals that approached him attracted by the smell.

They could not even be granted the honor of being killed by the king.

“It was not the king who killed you.”

I will become the most humble being. I will become the most worthless being, someone everyone looks down on.

If that’s the only way to bring my enemies into contempt.

If this is the last resort to sinking them into an eternal shame that will never be erased, and making their bloodline shame their ancestors!

“He was such a lowly serf that I didn’t even know his name!!!”

-He was nothing special.

All that was needed was to match the sum until death.

It was faster for all of the guy’s tendons to snap than for my breath to turn sweet. I deliberately avoided the squirming cultist’s vital points and slashed at his entire body with the tip of my sword, causing him to spurt out blood.

For a long time like that.

When the fallen cultist had vomited out all his blood, leaving only a shell behind, the soldiers who had been quietly watching gathered around me.

“Barialdo, what next?”

“Those who want to rest, rest. I’ll stay for a night or so and then go.”

“Here? Ugh.”

“It would be nice to be able to sleep warmly without having to burn firewood.”

They didn’t call me king.

Because I wanted to be the son of a lowly serf.

But this is a dream. It is different from the past and reality.

One of the soldiers who had always nodded quietly asked another question.

“Barialdo, are you really okay with this?”

“?”

“You can’t beat them all. But there are ways to beat most of them.”

“mostly?”

Then, the soldier who raised the objection began to make plausible arguments using gestures of his own.

“If you serve one of their pantheons and defeat the other gods and their followers, you will be taking revenge. You will be able to enjoy what you deserve. Why not do it when there is a way?”

Now I understand.

What does this dream mean?

“If you’re going to forgive, forgive everything. If you’re going to argue about who’s okay and who’s not, why get revenge?”

I burst out laughing.

“Glory and honor, a life of plenty. If you are given overflowing wealth and a long life.”

“Even my enemies will cling to my name.”

Then the soldier’s face began to blur.

The facial features dispersed like ink in water and lost their shape like fog.

[Warrior King, Barialdo.]

“Did I tell you to introduce yourself like that?”

I felt a rare sense of joy, even as I was lost in a fog that swallowed everything around me and my past memories were crumbling away.

“Barialdo.”

This thrill.

“He is the son of a lowly serf, who needs no name.”

It was the thrill I felt when I was squatting 5x faster on top of the enemy user I had killed.

***

When you’re hosting a VIP, everything is a concern.

This was especially true when the identity of the guest of honor was that of Bishop Narva, a prominent candidate for the papacy and widely known as a close associate of the Holy See.

It is only natural that the captain feels anxious when he sees Narva suffering from seasickness and half-asleep.

The captain was so desperate that he went to the kitchen himself and gave command with glaring eyes.

“This is something to give to Bishop Nari. Since she suffers from severe motion sickness, I will give her simple porridge, but I have to remove the smell as much as possible so that it does not smell fishy!”

“No… how can it not smell like blood when it’s dead?”

“So let’s do that well, right? Don’t you understand? Okay?”

As if that wasn’t enough, he didn’t stop with all kinds of training.

“Hey, make it easy to eat. Make it easy to eat. What’s that for a guy whose job is to hold a ladle?”

“All deaths are like that.”

“If you keep doing that, we’ll all die, we’ll all die! Hand me the ladle!”

After boiling the fish porridge to the best of my ability on the poor ship, I carefully placed it on a plate that I had cleaned for nearly an hour.

“This… for me?”

He handed the tray over to Karina, begging her.

“If it’s not the princess, then those who are not up to the task of carrying the ceremonial clothes have to do it. If Bishop Nari sees those guys the moment she gets up, how shocked she will be. The other servants will tremble and run away… Of course, I know it’s something that servants would do, but it’s also a matter of life and death for us!”

“That’s true, but…”

In the end, Karina, unable to refuse the captain’s earnest request, had no choice but to grumble and move the tray.

“Oh my. You should have just stayed at the main church. Why did some strange wind blow and you followed me here to do something weird like a knight’s tale?”

But seeing him suffer from severe motion sickness made me feel weak.

Karina couldn’t even criticize him, so she just sighed deeply and walked down the cabin corridor.

“Huh?”

“oh.”

My eyes met with Narva’s, who was wiping the sweat off his face with a towel.

It was a situation that was bound to be awkward for anyone.

Soon, Karina’s face began to turn red with embarrassment.

“Just leave it there.”

“…”

The moment I saw Narva pointing to the shelf with his chin, my confusion turned to anger.

Episode 183