Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 183



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183. The Diet of a Poor Priest The day I decided to go on a pilgrimage, I was most worried about seasickness.

I realized that it was the arrogance of the ignorant.

People call this time the human era, the human world, Inse.

But even if we lump them together under the name of humanity, there was an undeniable truth. Humans must accept the bitter truth that they cannot be reborn as a whole.

Otherwise, they will continue to insist on it, rejecting the reality that what they think is the best treatment for someone else is nothing more than torture.

It’s like people who glare at foreigners while offering them kimchi and cheonggukjang.

It was the work of a fat and plump local lord, Count d’Artin, who ruled Hertan.

“Your Majesty, we are so honored to have you here! Come on, listen up! These are the special dishes that we at Hertan are so proud of! Come on, listen up! We have not spared even the most precious spices!”

The port of call was, of all places, Hertan.

Hertan was a coastal city that made its fortune from deep-sea fishing, but the hot and humid climate meant that the fish they caught quickly spoiled, so they made every effort to overcome this.

In the process, many dishes beloved by the Hertan people were created, and Count d’Artin took great pride in this creativity.

The proof is that I am busy boasting about the specialties of my territory, whether my expression changes from moment to moment or not.

“Many gourmets have stayed for a couple of months with satisfied smiles on their faces. It will be a great fit for our distinguished guests as well!”

The table was already filled with a foul odor that would make one sweat just by smelling it.

A smell different from kimchi or cheonggukjang, perhaps even more unclean.

Only then did I realize.

I realized how narrow-minded I was, looking down on foreigners who couldn’t eat kimchi.

I decided to try it out of courtesy, because I felt like I would never let it go until I tasted it. It might actually be surprisingly delicious.

But just one spoonful.

As soon as I took a spoonful, a nausea that was on a different level than seasickness tickled my throat.

“Woof!”

There was no need for fancy words like how it tasted, how it smelled, etc. It could be explained in just one word.

It’s disgusting.

I wanted to spit it out right away, but I had to force myself to keep it down.

Because everyone sitting at the table together looked at me.

In particular, Karina’s gaze was particularly sharp.

“Yes. You’re not… going to spit it out, are you?”

“….”

I couldn’t bear to swallow it and looked at Karina and made a decision.

?.

-After a while.

I started studying history while enjoying the sea breeze for the first time in a long time.

Why did humans not become one and instead form different cultures?

The church says that when the starlight of humanity, Lux Stella, descended, all humans became one and fought. These guys do not say that they are different in principle.

But the truth is always inconvenient.

The uprising of humans against Ise did not have a specific focal point. It could have been a trigger. Rather, it just seemed like humans who heard the news of the rebellion rose up simultaneously and sporadically.

Against this backdrop, Tribunus, the first adult and the first Aura Awakener, made contact with other uprising leaders while expanding his power.

The Tribunes worked hard to bring back together the people who had been scattered during the thousands of years of oppression on Ise, and as a result, they created a training institution called the Church, which honored local saints and taught them the secrets of Aura Awakening.

This wise decision made the name Inse possible.

Thanks to the political compromise of the Tribunes and the existence of the church, the people of the mainland were able to walk the path of unification. It is said that this is why, despite the serious regional dialects, they are able to somehow communicate.

On the other hand, the fallen kingdoms of Labansta and the Morning Isles, which lost contact with the mainland and went their own independent paths, came to possess extremely heterogeneous cultures.

Given the almost complete absence of any mention of the old gods of Ise, it is assumed that Labansta had a zero-tolerance policy of extermination against Ise. As a result, there are only a handful of records and artifacts related to Ise in Labansta’s ruins.

While the humans on the mainland only researched as needed, Labansta was completely destroyed, making it a much more closed country.

Even the country that was destroyed by the invasion of Ise did not leave much of its own legacy. Most of the artifacts being excavated now were made during the 100 years after the collapse of the kingdom, when Ise ruled over the Morning Star Islands.

Since the cultural foundation has been reset twice, it is true that it is inferior to the mainland that inherited the traces of Ise and the unified heritage.

The reason why this boring and long content is printed out in my head is.

“Do you understand? Even if you’re from a country that lags behind in food culture, there’s a limit to how much people can understand you.”

This is because of the stinging advice from Princess Karina, who knows how to enjoy advanced food culture.

It was the aftermath of spitting out that I couldn’t eat it in front of the landlord.

I was forced out of the castle and had to lean against the railing of the anchored ship’s deck while listening to Karina’s nagging.

“I understand that they are unaware of the artistic skills of the mainland that transform food into cooking due to economic difficulties and cultural underdevelopment.”

“art?”

“Yes, but even so, it’ll be hard if you can’t keep up with the latest trends in the mainland, right?”

fashion.

It’s an absurd phenomenon that even money-making businessmen cannot fully understand, so I can understand it a little.

But I had to say what I had to say.

“How can I eat something that smells like detergent?”

Then Karina asked back in surprise.

“Yes? Of course, since it’s used for incense. Doesn’t it smell good?”

“Is it true that food smells like that?”

“Yes! Only those who know how to savor the scent of saffron are truly gourmets who enjoy cooking, and nobles who know how to enjoy trends!”

I sighed, squeezing my tear ducts with my index and middle fingers.

Karina looked at me like that and started pounding her chest as if she was frustrated.

“Who eats only pepper these days?”

Yes, that’s right.

As the number of pepper eaters increased, the aristocrats of the mainland could no longer tolerate their hipster nature and switched to saffron.

The moment they heard the rumor that even the nobles of the Morning Star system, known for their underdeveloped and inferior food culture, were sprinkling pepper, they began to sprinkle saffron on all their dishes.

***

The sea journey to the castle was full of suffering.

It wasn’t the expected seasickness or the locals’ wary coldness.

Because no lord dared to ignore the name of the next adult candidate, the most influential ecclesiastical lord in the morning system.

“I have heard of the rudeness committed by the Count d’Artin. It was a mistake of a man of my own taste, not taking into account the fact that the scent of fine saffron is very foreign to those who first encounter it. I have brought a spice that is more familiar to you.”

Tarnyong, the mayor of the coastal city of Jerebaim.

A middle-aged man with slightly upturned eyes and a neatly trimmed mustache confidently gestured toward the banquet on the table.

“Now, cloves. There’s nothing better for stimulating the tongue!”

At its center, a ham was nailed down, waiting to be sliced.

I doubted my eyes because there were so many things that looked like nails stuck in there.

When I turned my gaze towards Karina, wondering if she was really going to eat this, I saw Karina squealing and enjoying it.

“Oh my goodness, this is precious! I didn’t know the mayor would welcome me like this!”

“Ahem, this is true. We are grateful that Princess Norfang recognizes our efforts. Ahem!”

…….

As I was just looking at it, wondering if this was right, Mayor Tarnyong noticed my discomfort and fluttered his eyelids.

Clap clap!

The Tarnyon market called in the attendant, clapping its hands with a slightly urgent gesture.

“Your Eminence, Bishop, is a priest who practices a life of frugality. Since it is his first time trying local cuisine, I should find out for him so that he does not feel uncomfortable. Do I have to give him instructions on everything?”

The attendant, who was suddenly in distress, immediately bent his back vertically.

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty!”

“There are different people to apologize to!”

“We’re sorry, Your Majesty! We were too short-sighted to take you into consideration!”

“ah…”

I didn’t even have time to say anything.

The servant hurriedly grabbed a knife and cut off a chunk of ham. The ham was covered in nails.

Karina, however, was still excited about seeing my rotting expression.

“With so much of those precious cloves! Your Majesty, the mayor has really put in a lot of effort!”

“It’s rewarding that Princess Norfang has set up this place. Now… I think you can just enjoy yourself…”

“Yes! Will you show me some proper table manners?!”

I cut a piece off the lump and put it in my mouth.

and-.

“?.”

I opened my eyes wide and spat it out immediately, feeling the tingling sensation that was numbing my tongue rather than stimulating it.

***

Of course, there are reasons for ignoring table manners.

No matter how much he tried to become a bishop or a saint, the goal was to give people the impression that he was just some backwater who didn’t know the latest trends.

My plan was this.

Using the cultural superiority of the natives, they made the uncivilized natives give up, saying that they had no choice but to stop eating those precious foods and eat suitable common people’s food.

But this plan had a fatal flaw that even I hadn’t considered.

It was the sky-high vanity of the native aristocrats.

“Those guys are no good. How could someone as noble as the Bishop be pleased with the leftovers that those bastards put out as food?”

Behind the illusion of a united humanity under the name of Inse, there was pride in each person pursuing their own identity.

The Duke of Terianos, who invited us this time, was a representative figure.

Carnium, ruled by Duke Terianos, was the mouth of a large river with abundant water supply. It was originally surrounded by wetlands and was an old settlement, so it is said that there are many traditional dishes.

In particular, Duke Terianos was very displeased with the existing custom of just sprinkling spices.

Duke Terianos invited Karina and me to dinner and then gave a long speech.

“I thought that someone of your caliber would be able to weed out the ignorant people who think cooking is just about sprinkling spices.”

Karina nodded her head continuously at that proud look.

Karina leaned in slightly and whispered TMI into my ear.

“Your Majesty, Duke Terianos is a famous gourmet. He knows how to take care of his guests, so I’m sure you’ll be able to enjoy the food without any problems this time!”

I don’t think so.

I could be sure of it just by smelling the dishes the servants were just bringing in, let alone seeing them on the table.

“Your Majesty, I am delighted to present to you the finest delicacy that Carnium is proud of.”

On the plate in front of me.

“A miraculous seasoning made from swamp catfish that has been thoroughly aged in a jar filled with various spices such as mint, lemon, cloves, saffron, and pepper. Introducing Carnium’s Garum.”

…there were all kinds of dishes covered in melted fish meat and tangled anchovy sauce.

***

The new confidant of the Vatican, the ecclesiastical prince of Narva of the Morning Star.

At some point, a good story praising him spread across the mainland.

“They say you are truly frugal. They say you refuse all delicacies and eat only salted oatmeal!”

“Huh… So the person who manifested the stigmata is different?”

Narva, a priestly prince who refused the banquet offered by wealthy nobles and instead chose salted oatmeal for himself.

It was the moment when I began to feel awe at the gazes looking at him.

Episode 184