Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 191



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191. The Oath of Honesty Sometimes theologians who overestimate the influence of the common people have said:

That we should pay more attention to the indigenous religious communities in each region than to adults.

Heroism that focuses too much on the individual can easily lead to idolatry.

But even theologians who reject heroism cannot simply deny that humanity began thanks to a few people with noble will.

The holy war against Isewa exacted a truly harsh and brutal price, and the saints who pledged to serve their fellow countrymen willingly paid that price.

Extinction.

The adults who led the uprising, the first generation of Aura Awakeners, were annihilated without a single exception.

This is because the old gods and foreign races of Ise thoroughly exterminated all humans associated with the Aura Awakeners, without regard to means and methods.

Even though Ise had lost the power to protect their world, he still had the power to take revenge on individuals.

The next generation of adults. The second generation of Aura Awakeners also met a similar fate.

After the church’s desperate efforts, it seemed that only a few had managed to preserve their bloodline, but even those were cursed and soon died out.

Nevertheless, the adults did not hesitate and took the lead in the temple.

He gave everything for the moment when humans would be freed from the threats of this world forever.

However, not all adults are canonized in recognition of their noble and lofty will.

Sometimes they were canonized for political reasons, and sometimes because they had accomplished great feats.

A lonely king of a fallen kingdom.

He was a representative example.

The Lonely King was a figure who remained in the realm of history while most adults remained in the realm of legend or myth, and who repeatedly confronted Ise head-on.

A warrior who did not receive even a single blessing from the stars of the real world, but who defeated the power of the real world by displaying his own talents after hundreds of battles.

Any knight with an interest in the Order or priest with an interest in the Temple could not help but be impressed by the accomplishments he had achieved.

If there is one human who can fight an orc one-on-one, it is only one person.

With great praise that he would be a lonely king.

Cardinal Martyr, whose eyes were unfocused, was one of them.

Martyr paced around his room, where swords of various shapes hung on the walls, sighing.

In front of them, the red-shouldered knights of the capital remained silent.

“I met and spoke with the Lonely King in person. Unfortunately, the Lonely King chose a different path from us, even though he knew that the threat from Ise was still present.”

Even within the church, Martyr was known for being conservative and hard-line.

Let us exterminate all the alien races that have the potential to turn to or repent for the Starlight of Humanity, Lux Stella, and secure a firm position for humanity. Even if God is not pleased with it, we must do so willingly for the sake of our fellow countrymen.

It was a controversial claim.

Although it is not clear whether we should exterminate other races, there was a lot of opposition to the claim that we must be prepared to go against the will of God.

The reason Martyr, who had strong influence in the Knights Templar, went out of his way to involve the Lonely King was to silence this opposition.

He was trying to suppress the resistance of the opposition that even his own stigmata could not suppress with the authority of the resurrected saint.

Unfortunately, the attempt ended in failure.

“The lonely king wants to give the pagans a chance to repent, even though they have already lost the chance… Perhaps he has bent his originally firm will due to the difficulties of the times.”

The fundamentally lonely kings, Narva and Martyr, have thoughts that are not all that different.

Both of them believed that Ise must be completely destroyed to make way for the human era.

But while Narva was willing to prioritize political compromises when necessary, Martyr was unwilling to tolerate them under any circumstances.

It’s a shame. Matter felt that way sincerely.

Beliefs crumble the moment they are compromised.

Matter took a deep breath and placed his right hand on the weight of the sword hilt.

“What I have been worried about since you accepted the heretical Knights of Dorre, has become a reality. Guardians of humanity, we cannot allow a lonely king and His Holiness, who have already become tainted by heretical thinking, to meet.”

The monks practicing silence were unable to answer aloud.

However, with unwavering eyes and a soul burning with passion, he expressed his affirmative intention.

The mater looked at them and spoke with a blunt expression.

“There are two weeks left until the meeting date. I have already sent messengers throughout the city to tell them to fight in any way possible. Injure them so that they cannot come to the meeting… or kill them if circumstances do not allow it.”

“!”

Several of the knights looked up at the martyr in confusion.

No matter how different their positions may be, the other party is a saint who was canonized in recognition of his public service. Although it has not yet been announced to the public, anyone with a position in the church knows his identity.

However, Matter’s reaction was extremely indifferent.

“The Lonely King is a peerless warrior who rose to the ranks of saints through legendary dance. If he were to die, it would be a fake.”

Matter turned away from the bewildered stares and put his luggage on his back.

“Your Majesty, you don’t have to waste your precious time.”

***

There was no change in the duel.

“That… that’s a red cloak!”

“Ordo Sanctus Stregos… That cloak, worn only by those who have directly participated in the Holy War or have experience participating in it, is your opponent?”

As the onlookers gathered, who had caught wind of what was happening, started to get excited, the sword flashed a few times and the winner was decided.

Clang-.

A single sword bounces helplessly off the polished stone tiles.

The red-cloaked knight stared blankly at the sword that had bounced away with his empty hand, but soon had to turn his gaze away as he felt a cold sensation tapping his Adam’s apple.

And at the end of the gaze looking up.

“Aren’t you getting too used to cooperating?”

Narva, whose face was still close to that of a boy, was smiling happily and holding out the tip of his sword.

“It looks like he was intentionally chosen to play the role of showing a gap with paint, but even though it’s paint, his movements are too large. He’s okay at changing positions, but it’s a shame that he’s weak to attacks.”

“…”

“One more time in that sense?”

Narva winked his left eye and put the tip of his sword away. He completely distanced himself by taking a few steps back.

As if that wasn’t enough, he seemed to think that he would definitely try again, and he gestured to the swords lying on the ground.

“One more time.”

The red-cloaked knight followed without a word.

He straightened his posture and picked up his sword again.

And after returning to his place, he showed his embarrassment without hiding it.

“It’s called a duel, but you don’t want to reveal your names?”

The capital knight deliberately avoided hearing Narva’s name.

It was only a duel that the blacksmith had decided to fight in his zeal for victory, and it was by no means a political retaliation. Even if it was a childish excuse, the difference between having it and not having it was clear.

Narva, on the other hand, simply wasn’t interested in the other person’s name.

“I only hear the names of those who will live long.”

Narva loosened his wrist and twirled his sword, grumbling.

“Do you know about physiognomy? They say you can tell a person’s life by looking at their face. There’s something similar in swordplay. If you cross swords a few times, you can get a clear estimate.”

“?”

“I don’t think you’ll live long.”

“….”

The red-cloaked knight fought desperately to prove himself.

But the more we clash our swords, the more the blades deviate.

As my skills became more and more tangled, a voice of admiration and recognition came out from deep within my heart.

-indeed.

The number of re-challenges quickly reached double digits.

Finally, after six duels, the knight came to his senses.

Eyes. The eyes are different.

The eye is not simply the ability to sense distance.

The speed at which they could scan and judge the other person’s entire body in a second or even less was definitely different.

He could tell the difference between a true and a false attack by observing how his opponent twisted his waist, where he placed his feet, and which side he placed his weight on.

At that moment, the capital knight could not hide his boiling excitement.

This was an opportunity.

It is an opportunity for oneself, not for religious causes or personal beliefs.

There was absolutely no reason for any dark plots or complicated political circumstances to be involved.

A duel with a strong person who is willing to learn, something that every martial artist longs for.

Only then did the Capital Knight fully realize who he was dealing with.

A lonely king of a fallen kingdom.

It is said that the king, who fought alone until he died of exhaustion while sitting on the throne, was called by other names by his respected enemies.

The church has been hush-hush for a long time, claiming that it has an overly worldly perspective.

Finally, when the duel had gone from several rounds to dozens, laughter erupted.

And when the twenty defeats, which were greeted with refreshing laughter, reached their peak, the knight, instead of grabbing the deflected sword, knelt down and recited the name.

“Warrior King. I am completely defeated.”

The onlookers who had already gathered around had indifferent expressions.

I rushed to the duel between priests wearing cloaks, but it ended in a one-sided victory for one side.

But the expression on Narva’s face when he actually accepted the surrender was extremely uncomfortable.

“No, it’s your victory.”

“yes?”

“This duel. Isn’t it a fight on behalf of the blacksmiths of the Morning Star and the Saints?”

Narva ignored the knight’s puzzled gaze and swung his sword backwards, slamming it into the ground.

Bang!

A loud crash knocked away a small piece of stone.

The water knight unconsciously shut his eyes tightly and turned his head away, then slowly looked straight ahead and only then did he realize why Narva had admitted defeat.

Traces of a fierce duel were clearly visible on the sword.

Just looking at the scratch marks, there are about 60 of them.

Most of the scratches were shallow, but some went deeper than expected, showing that the sword’s lifespan was over.

In this state, it will not be able to stop a heavy axe or a heavy spear and will break.

With the swordsmanship at this level, it was obvious what the weather would be like.

Narva clicked his tongue, blaming the meaningless years.

“We fought twenty times and the days were over, but this is a loss.”

“Haona…!”

The capital knight forgot his original purpose and tried to defend Narva.

It wouldn’t have been strange if Narva’s sword had broken right away.

If it had been handled by a less skilled swordsman, it would have been broken in the tenth duel at best.

A sword is a delicate weapon whose durability rapidly decreases the more carelessly you swing it.

But Narva thought differently.

Before the water knight could say anything, he was looking up at the distant sky beyond the castle walls with eyes and voice full of regret.

“Am I getting old too…”

“No, sir! That was a pretext for a duel, not the result of a real duel!”

“No. I only fought against someone as good as you, and my sword is now in this state. There is no room for excuses. It is simply my skills that have declined. Now I will not be able to go anywhere without picking a fight.”

“You have already proven this by breaking the saint’s famous sword with that piece of scrap metal, so why do you criticize yourself like that?!”

“How can I not reproach myself for swinging my sword to catch a bastard like you?”

“It was a sword that didn’t even look like a sword! It wasn’t a problem with your skills!”

The Narva and the Capital Knights tussled for a while.

The two men continued their fierce debate without giving an inch to decide who was the true winner.

And after much debate, one conclusion was reached.

“I will prove to you that your sword is not the problem. Follow me, Your Highness!”

“If I follow you?”

“There will be my comrades lying in ambush, ready to attack you. How about having a fair fight with them?”

“….”

After much thought, Narva asked a question.

“You swore an oath of honesty.”

***

“That’s unexpected, Your Majesty.”

“What do you mean, Your Highness?”

“I knew you’d really follow me.”

Narva lifted his head from the bound knight’s mouth.

With eyes full of contempt looking at Karina.

“I confessed to the trap, so where’s the crazy guy who followed me?”

“….”