Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 189



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189. Culture Shock Long ago, church theologians struggled to assign humans a special status.

Because they had to overcome the history of living as livestock and slaves under foreign races and old gods for thousands of years. They had to overcome their slave nature so that they could fight back with dignity even when their old masters returned.

But attempts to make humans special have always run into the same barriers.

How can humans be superior if they were not even favored by any god because they were inferior to other races?

What will be the standard that distinguishes humans from other races and distinguishes between the human and the other world?

As the human uprising against Ise progressed toward victory, these questions grew bigger day by day. Humans now began to think about how to create a world for humans beyond the struggle to survive.

Unfortunately, the near-victory tore human unity apart.

Each time the Aura Awakened, who had been fighting in isolation in various places, joined together under the name of a local saint, another perspective emerged. This was in the face of an alien race preparing for a final counterattack.

Eventually, the church began a heated debate to gather the consensus of all mankind to determine what humanity was and to explain how humans were special.

The tireless work of fitting together each piece of mirror covered in gold.

A struggle to reunite divided humanity in the name of perspective.

The Church regarded it as the beginning of the conclave.

And the conclave that was started to unite humanity achieved its purpose.

A motive that should be one for humans.

By drawing a terrifying and terrifying conclusion.

A small chapel built of gray bricks, giving it a gloomy and quiet feel.

Cardinal Martyr, with his eyes unfocused, stood blankly before the blue icon of the Cross.

After standing there for a while, he fluttered his eyelids and drew his sword.

“Praise the stars of the benevolent world.”

Srrrrung-.

The blade is pulled out amidst the cracking and cracking friction.

It was such an eerie, dark red color that it even bounced off the sunlight streaming in through the small cracks in the window.

“The most powerful one who chose the weakest.”

All humans look up to the stars in outer space and call them the stars of the human world.

Because He came down to save humanity, the weakest of the people who were persecuted under the powerful.

Humans found here the reason why they are special.

It is said that only those humans chosen by the most powerful gods are qualified to become the masters of the next world.

But this fact gave humans an uncomfortable truth, a hint that they could never get over.

Matter was no exception.

When you reach the level of cardinal, you can’t help but know even if you want to ignore it.

Mater slowly knelt down, holding the sword discolored with blood and curses in both hands as if offering it.

“The one who will make us whole.”

Could the most benevolent god, the god who chose the weakest, still favor humans when the tables were turned?

The question that was asked indirectly soon came back as a huge question that stirred up the church.

What would happen if the being that made humans special turned its back on humans out of pity for others?

should.

What answer would our God give if foreign races asked him to abandon his faith and return to him?

The Mater was the Church’s answer to this question.

The return of Ise, the collective will of all humans who never wished for a return to Ise.

“Starlight, please make us your only one.”

Martyr bowed his head like a sinner before the icon of the Holy Cross and held his sword in both hands.

The truth is harsh.

The Church got a bitter taste at the end of the first conclave.

The benevolent starlight will forgive and tolerate them the moment she deems that the other races have sufficiently atoned for the sins of their ancestors.

-Regardless of human will.

The moment he thought of this, Mater’s hands began to tremble.

“If it is your will to be a lonely king, then so be it.”

People simply believe that the decline in the number of stigmata is due to a decline in faith.

But Matter thought differently.

Lux Stella must have backed down after seeing the conclusions the church and humans had reached.

The desperate struggles of those who do not want to lose the favor they have barely earned, and the struggles of those who want to protect the world they have barely earned, may have been considered ugly.

It may be that they have realized that it is because they are the weakest that they can be the most cruel.

The first conclave’s plan to maintain royalties was truly brutal.

Before he knew it, Matter was gripping the blade with all his might, so tightly that it almost cut his own hand.

“Please prepare in advance a punishment befitting my disobedience.”

Silvery blood, murky, flows down the palms of his hands.

Even though he had guessed the will of God, he felt a sense of loathing for himself for disobeying it, and he felt a sense of guilt for turning his back on his fellow countrymen by feeling pity and compassion for the one he was supposed to kill, which clouded even the product of a miracle.

But if I went back in time, I would make the same choice.

The moment he was granted the title of cardinal, Martyr recalled the hand that had been placed on his forehead and steeled his resolve.

It was at this moment that a sound appeared beyond the doorway of this narrow chapel.

“Your Majesty, a date has been set for Bishop Powis to meet with Your Holiness.”

Instead of answering, Matter slowly raised his head.

The murky silver blood covered the crimson blade. The colors of miracles intertwined with the curses of the ruined did not allow for the words holy and clean.

But no one can deny the boundless devotion contained in that blood-red, silvery form.

The mater chewed over the vows of the knights, the embodiment of eternal devotion.

‘Exterminate all alien races before they lose the favor of the starlight.’

So that our world can continue even if the starlight fades away.

***

Although it passed relatively quietly, Bishop Powis’ death is still a hot topic among the clergy of the city.

In fact, although it was not outwardly revealed, all the saints were watching Bishop Narva’s every move.

Especially among the high-ranking clergy who knew that the identity of the bishop was the protagonist prophesied by Saint Illenius, the lonely king.

The factions of the church, already torn apart by a thousand different views, were each watching Narva for different reasons.

However, the other cardinals, except for Martyr, did not approach him rashly because they knew the lonely king to some extent.

Among the saints recognized by the Church, there are few who are so different in light and darkness.

Even the evaluation tends to change depending on the values ​​pursued by each faction, so it is difficult to approach it rashly.

In fact, when the leaders of each faction heard the news that Narva had arrived in the city, they each reacted differently.

“Isn’t the lonely king someone who fought to the end despite opposition from those around him at the end of his reign?”

Cardinal Meliano, the hunchback.

The response of the principled leader, who values ​​human life above all else and believes that sacrifice should never be taken for granted, was cynical.

Cardinal Meliano patted his hunched back and tapped the floor with the end of his cane.

The boy who came to deliver the news was drenched in a cold sweat because of the discomfort that was so blatantly displayed.

“As if that weren’t enough, they even took children as young as ten as their age as soldiers, and repeatedly resorted to plundering, brandishing spears and swords against groups of refugees. It’s the greatest asset a monarch must protect. I have no intention of meeting someone who cannot protect the people’s trust and hope.”

“Your Majesty, the Lonely King is a saint of the Church, as prophesied by Saint Illenius. Even if you have different opinions, it is wrong to criticize a saint already recognized by the Church…”

“Isn’t it true that he is the most controversial figure in church history as to whether or not he should be recognized as a saint?”

The priests who were assisting Meliano hurriedly tried to stop him, but it was no use.

Meliano’s evaluation of the lonely king was not reversed.

Other factions with similar views also expressed skepticism.

“Matter. I love that spicy stew so much.”

Cardinal Domines, with his upturned eyes and neat moustache.

He, who was well-versed in worldly interests and profits, spoke as he held up a glass ball that emitted brilliant rainbow colors.

“In a world where people are already sick and tired of hearing the same old story for a thousand years, if a saint from the past returns, people will be more receptive.”

Then the priest who was looking up at the glass ball tilted his head.

“Wasn’t your assessment of Bishop Powis okay?”

“It’s okay to see them trying to scheme this or that. But it’s annoying to see them trying to commercialize themselves by bringing up past saints and prophecies.”

Domines looked around the glass ball and let out a sigh.

“He fought against Ise to the end. He made three vows. He is already at the third level of devotion. Despite these results, I don’t know if his faith is that great. Rather, he seems similar to the secular monarchs we often encounter.”

“Yes, unfounded slander can cause misunderstandings.”

I came to see the glass ball and suddenly got into a misunderstanding.

The priest here gave some stinging advice with a serious expression on his face, but Domines just smiled and brushed it off.

“The church cannot be completely isolated from the world, but it is ruined if it gets too deeply involved in the world. If it were no different from worldly things, how many people would bother going to church? Why would they use the name of the church to guarantee a promissory note?”

“that…”

“That was a line that even I hadn’t crossed.”

Only then did the priest realize what Domines was warning him about.

Domines is not a very clean-looking priest.

Domines, a stigmata apparition of only the first degree of devotion, was promoted to cardinal because he demonstrated an amazing ability to finance the church.

Even those Domines, those Domines who indulged in materialism without sparing a thing for the sake of negotiations with secular monarchs, did not cross the line.

“Would a king who fought against and viciously conscripted orphans and homeless people think the church was special?”

“….”

“I don’t think so.”

Domines declared, setting down the glass ball, stained with fingerprints, on the table.

The lonely king was convinced that even the church that had canonized him would take advantage of him.

On the other hand, there were those who welcomed the emergence of a lonely king.

“The Lonely King is an opportunity. A new focal point for the Saints and their cooperating parishes.”

Cardinal Theaklio, with a long scar running across his face and nine fingers.

He was resentful of the church’s suppression of the autonomy of each diocese centered on the Pope and the saints, and he advocated for independent dioceses, so he welcomed the return of the lonely king.

The Lonely King was not from the Tribunes, who had strong ties to the Saints, but from Stregos, who joined much later, and who fought without miracles.

Although he was canonized as an adult, his faith itself was revived and he was a special person.

Moreover, Theaklio already knew why the lonely king, Narva, had come to the saint.

Theaclio gathered together like-minded bishops and shared this fact freely.

“The reason Bishop Powis came to see me was not for a pilgrimage, but to save my brother who was under the curse of the devil.”

“Curse? Does that still work?”

“The Morning Isles are still a place where demonic influence is prevalent. I heard it’s on the Sanguio Silva side.”

As soon as the bishops heard Theaklio’s message, they sighed.

“Sanguio Silva…”

“Why that damn bitch!”

“The important thing is that he came not out of deep piety, but out of brotherly love for his brother. After Bishop Powis, the lonely king clearly has deep affection for Powis. If so, he will not simply obey a saint who can mercilessly order him to abandon Powis under the pretext of protecting humanity.”

A favorable wind finally blew for the diocesan independence faction, which had been wavering despite the secret support from secular monarchs.

Theaclio continued with such confidence.

“Besides, if Cardinal Martyr, who leads the knightly orders, is practically a vassal of the Lonely King, he will wholeheartedly support him. In fact, he was the one who made the greatest contribution to acknowledging the Lonely King. All we have to do is give him our strength!”

The bishops, who had suffered from the interference of the Holy See, could bear it no longer.

The bishops stood up in unison and clapped their hands, their faces filled with emotion.

Clap clap clap clap-.

“We will only trust you.”

“Norfang, Eisenhar, Vidischer, Markenhof… Countless royal families would be happy to lend their support if they heard this news! I must send a secret letter this time!”

“Um. I’ll ask you all.”

Theaklio nodded with a satisfied expression.

A conclave fought over the return of the lonely king.

The theme of this year’s conclave was an unprecedented hearing on whether a lonely king was worthy of being a saint of the Church.

***

That moment.

Narva, who had become the center of controversy, was glaring in front of the armor workshop.

It was indeed the right choice to come out onto the streets to check out the local weapons.

“This, this is.”

“Huh? Well… I guess Your Highness, who has only lived in the outskirts, wouldn’t know.”

Sparkling brilliance. Gracefully extending curves.

A material that is strong enough to easily deflect any attack.

Narva could not believe what he was seeing and just stood there dumbfounded.

Karina tilted her head at the sight, then covered her mouth with her hand and chuckled.

“This is the epitome of the technological prowess that the mainland is proud of!”

Karina’s smile was filled with a sense of superiority that she had finally gained the upper hand.

“It’s full body plate armor!!!”