Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 187



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187. Even though they were friends, the tour of Seongdo continued in a strange atmosphere.

Why did the atmosphere become so tense? It was because of the four priests who never opened their mouths and Karina who glanced at Mater.

In this way, it was practically a one-on-one interview between me and Matter.

Of course, Matter did not forget Karina. He constantly mentioned her.

He simply didn’t care whether Karina reacted or not. Matter’s interest and curiosity were solely focused on one person.

The gaze that was floating blankly in the air, the unfocused, blind eyes contained none other than me.

“This time it’s a residential area.”

The matron led the way past the self-proclaimed whipping ascetics and the prostitutes who strutted around in broad daylight to where the common people lived.

It was only then that I realized that Seongdo was a city where people lived.

Women hanging laundry on a clothesline, children running up and down stairs with their peers, men pulling carts while sweating profusely.

It was very welcome to see the boring and familiar sights that can be seen anywhere.

Among them, what caught my attention were the children who were wielding small wooden sticks and fighting. The sight of the children swinging their sticks with such bravery and shouting really caught my eye.

“Die, infidel! I am the stigmata manifester! Shush!”

“No, I don’t want to! I’m always a pagan! I want to be a stigmata manifester too!”

“You want to repent now? Huh, I won’t forgive your false conversion!”

It seems that the children of the saints are taught from a young age the spirit they need to face the world.

Moreover, adults who had finished their work or were interested in the event, as if it were a famous event, surrounded the children fighting and cheered them on.

“Son, do you know about trials by combat? If you are truly a believer who serves the starlight of humanity, I believe you will prove your innocence and vindication with your skills! You must win!”

“If you’re a Stigmata manifestation, then push through to the end! That’s right, that’s right!”

It’s really noisy.

The children’s fights taking place in the city alleys began to heat up even more with the cheers of adults.

Of course, if they fought fiercely, it would turn into an emotional fight, and naturally, some children would get hurt. However, the children of the saint were taught to be strong.

As soon as they saw the child with a sad face and a bruised arm, there were more than a few voices trying to console him.

“Endure the pain! How can you dedicate your life to God if you can’t even endure that much pain and collapse?!”

“It’s okay if you get hurt and pass out! But remember that giving up before you pass out is not the right attitude for a believer!”

Eventually, the adults’ nagging got the child back up.

The crying child threw himself back into the fight, shouting in malice.

Of course, to me, with my more advanced and developed rational way of thinking, this sight was simply barbaric.

“How foolish.”

Then Mater readily agreed and mocked them.

“That’s true. It’s inefficient because fighting among children who don’t know anything has little chance of improving their skills.”

It was at this time that a subtle emotion appeared in Matter’s fierce eyes.

Contempt and scorn.

Beyond the gaze that seemed to belittle and look down on the other person, a sigh of helplessness was leaking out.

“Prostitutes who sell their bodies to survive because they have no ability, idiots who can’t learn and think they can just beat themselves up, and fools who think they can just get in are all pathetic.”

“Aren’t you trying to brag about it being the best city in the world?”

“It is as you said.”

These were remarks that did not seem befitting of someone who promised to guide the city with overflowing pride.

Perhaps Martha is just a normal person who is disillusioned with the world of saints who justify their antics by making excuses for everything.

-When I had that thought for a moment.

The Martian’s eyes looked at me with a strange heat.

“I brought you here to show you that even the meanest of the city are better than the smartest people outside the city.”

“Better? That one?”

I immediately regretted asking that question.

It seems that this question was a kind of switch for Matter.

Matter’s tone, which had been relatively calm and composed until now, suddenly changed.

Martyr flapped his cloak in anger and spewed out the disillusionment he had stored up in his heart like a machine gun.

“Of course, even the prostitutes who sell their bodies to foreigners to make a living are pure compared to the murky thoughts outside the city.

Even the fools who whip their bodies are smarter than those outside the church who pride themselves on being smart and turn away from the faith.

Even those kids who fight and fight without thinking and the parents who encourage them know what they are fighting for compared to those who wish for meaningless success outside the church.”

The fourth and final area that the excited Matter guided us to was the cemetery.

This area, where the unclaimed and nameless martyrs were buried, was much more eerie than the other areas.

It is so common that anyone with normal sensibilities would never go out of their way to visit unless something really special happened.

But Matter just went deeper and deeper.

The place where the footsteps stopped was a small chapel located right in the center of the cemetery.

It’s a chapel with stairs leading down.

“What you need to see is right here in the basement.”

“…”

“I will guide you down to the catacombs.”

Catacombs, underground cemetery.

I feel a thrill all over my body as I am once again able to see the same exquisite sight that I had previously seen in Ile Nieuwet.

As it turned out, I had a friend by my side who shared similar sentiments.

“Yes, can you please take me out?”

Karina, who had kept her mouth shut and followed along as soon as she met Matter, was expressing her opinion for the first time in a long time.

With a face dyed blue.

I felt a pang in my heart at the sight.

The sight of the frightened young woman stirred the machismo and the woman-loving heart within me in the name of chivalry.

-Knight, what should you do for a woman in need of protection?

“Karina.”

The moment I was about to open my mouth in shock at that question.

“Yes…?”

Suddenly I realized.

“….”

Come to think of it, I’m a priest, not a knight.

He was in a position to admonish others to protect the weak, but protecting them directly was the job of other people.

Above all, if you look closely, Karina, who was of royal blood on the mainland, was not particularly a vulnerable class.

If a princess with a solid origin and background is weak, how much more resentful would the orphans who were abandoned without parents feel?

I nodded my head as I listened to the silent cries of the nameless orphans.

okay.

Here, we should rather help Karina grow as she has suitable abilities.

I calmly gestured toward the stairs while confidently stepping aside.

“Miss first.”

“…..”

Karina’s face was crumpled like she was looking at trash, but our relationship was not ordinary.

It was common for him to show his candid side to a friend who transcended the limitations of gender, status, and even whether he was a modern or medieval person.

After a while.

Karina would let out a shrill scream every time she came across a placed skeleton.

“Eek! Hick! Gyaaaaak!”

“Karina, aren’t you being too rude to those who passed away after serving the stars of royalty all their lives? I’m sure they’re upset too.”

“You’re dead! How are you the same as a living person? No, more than that, you clearly took what I said to you while you were on the boat to heart and took revenge, right?!”

“I’m not that kind of narrow-minded person.”

Karina too.

I don’t know what kind of harm is being done to the person who just screamed and poured everything out.

But this light atmosphere soon disappeared.

“….”

The stigmata are shining.

The further I went down the path that silently guided me, the more intensely it shone.

Soon, the bright blue color of the stigmata began to penetrate even the leather gloves.

Only then did Matter stop and speak in a solemn voice.

“Even the most foolish and base of saints are better than those who have forgotten the faith.”

Before Matter and us was a cavity with sharp, thorny blades hanging from the ceiling like stalactites.

And all the thorny spears hanging from the ceiling were pointing in the same direction, toward the altar in the middle of the hall.

Dozens of them, many of which were close to the altar, had already been impaled on the altar, and on the altar covered with countless thorny blades lay a writhing mass of flesh.

As if the flesh had been pierced so that it could not move.

This must be the underground landmark that Martyr was trying to show us.

It was so well hidden that even Karina, a local, was startled and took a step back.

“…Is that thing alive?”

Karina became so pale that she was unrecognizable when she lay down next to the corpse.

After looking around for a while with that pale face, our eyes met.

Soon, a multitude of emotions swirled in Karina’s innocent and lively eyes.

“Ugh.”

Karina sighed and turned her head away, remaining in place.

He succeeded in raising the mischievous flower girl into a dignified noblewoman.

Of course, I had to teach while I was still on Earth in the 21st century.

My heart aches when I think about how many students might have gone astray because I took the wrong path…

“Yes, I see you’ve already guessed.”

….

“As expected, this is a saintly gesture, determined to completely destroy Ise!”

Matter, who turned his back and lowered his voice.

It’s almost time.

I poked Karina’s ribs with my elbow as she sighed deeply.

“So, Matter. Who the hell is that guy?”

But before Karina could open her mouth, Mater answered first.

“I will not introduce myself through the mouths of others. It would be rude to meet the great saint of the past!”

“Huh? Last name…what?”

“Princess Norfang, you too must kneel! You are not worthy of being treated!”

No matter how pure the Karina is, it seems like there is a Maginot Line.

Karina glanced at me, then, not convinced, started to protest timidly.

“I’m a princess… and I have stigmata… and Father Mater knows me, right?”

It’s cheap.

It was even colder because I thought I knew why the chill I had felt until now was there.

I desperately tried to reach out and stop him.

The cries of the mater were faster.

“He is the king.”

“Who is it?”

Karina, who couldn’t understand at first, thought about it for a while and came to a shocking conclusion.

“…Your Majesty, are you planning to kill your brothers in order to become king?”

“I’m glad that Karina has matured enough to think like that, but I’m not that kind of unfilial.”

Sadly, before we could rejoice at our friend’s progress, a storm struck.

“He is the king. A more rightful king than any king in the Morning Isles, a true tribune worthy of the name of the one who rose up against this world!”

At this point, I could tell what status the other person had.

The moment I turned my head with a sigh, the awkward play had already ended a long time ago.

The cloak of Mater’s shoulders was instantly dyed white.

The other priests had already knelt down long ago.

All I can do is bow my head, cross my arms in front of my chest, and quietly praise.

It was obvious what the white shoulder mantle, worn only by those of the rank of bishop or higher, meant.

“I have been awaiting your return since the Conclave, Your Majesty.”

Martyr was a cardinal.

That too, in the conclave, the lonely king was recognized as a saint and the return predicted by Saint Illenius was acknowledged.

Technically speaking, they are allies. Allies.

If I had to be picky, they’re on my side…

“….”

I just wish they were enemies.