Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 193



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193. When the divided public opinion continues to rage, even those who have been watching silently begin to speak out.

Red Shoulder Cloak – The same was true of the violent challenges made by the knights of the capital city of the Ordo Sanctus Stregos.

By the third day of the challenge to Narva, regardless of time or place, ambushes and raids had become routine.

Narva repeatedly pushed Karina away whenever he sensed an ambush.

“Your Highness, please step back.”

Even Karina, who was initially flustered, sighed deeply and responded.

“Again? Your Majesty, why don’t you just apologize to Cardinal Martyr?”

“Apple? Me?”

“Ugh. Okay. I’ll just watch the store open for a bit.”

At that moment, the door to the store in front of me opened wide.

The one who jumped out from the dark shadows was, as expected, a knight wearing a red cloak.

The owner of the store was following behind him with a sad expression on his face, walking slowly.

“Nari, the hinge is going to fall off. Gently…”

“This is for the sake of humanity. Endure it with the attitude of a proper believer!”

The red cloak cut off the shopkeeper’s appeal with a single stroke and then turned around.

He had a rough appearance, a rough nose, and pumpkin-colored eyes that burned with a sense of pride. He looked more like a soldier than a religious person.

The red-cloaked knight saluted, drawing the sword at his waist.

“Belonging to the Ordo Sanctus Stregos under the Talent Agency.”

“You again?”

“Lonely King, prove yourself!”

Narva sighed, placing his hand on the hilt of his sword with a trembling expression.

Regardless, the red cloak adjusted its posture and took a battle stance.

It was a scene that had been repeated everywhere, whenever, wherever, in Narva for the past three days.

At that moment, Narva guessed that things would go the same way this time too.

“stop!”

“Lonely King, draw your sword…”

“I said stop!”

The heavy sound of chains being dragged broke the red capital knight’s resolve.

The sound of footsteps pounding on the paved road wasn’t just one.

A group of more than a dozen people approaches from the corner of the alley on the other side, their backs turned to the dim dawn.

Green Shoulder Cloak – Ordo Sanctus Honorable.

The priests, who had the mission of vigilance and protection, passed through Narva without hesitation and began to surround the red knights and aim their spear tips at them.

Then, the knight of the capital city, who had been acting arrogantly, rolled his eyes and opened his mouth.

“This is excessive interference. Isn’t this the jurisdiction of the Ordo Sanctus Stregos?”

But the green cloaks didn’t even blink an eyelid.

Instead, the priest who led the crowd only smiled sarcastically.

“If there is a group that harms the peace and order of the saints, we will step in. Those who harm the innocent will be judged by us!”

“Are you going to do that while crossing over each other’s jurisdictions?”

“The appeal of those who fear your wickedness has reached us. Put down your swords obediently!”

The standoff continued for a long time.

Narva watched in silence as the cloaks of different colors clashed with each other and the organization within the church.

I said this while admiring it inwardly.

Ordo Sanctus Honorable. As expected from their reputation, they are known to be the most inflexible among church officials.

If the red cloak did not respond to his orders, he would pierce it with the tip of his spear without hesitation.

“The Cardinal will not sit idly by.”

Even the red cloak seemed to realize this fact and growled fiercely.

“No response!!!”

What came back was an attack full of life.

All it took was a javelin aimed squarely at the leg.

Kwajik-.

The posture collapses along with the weakened leg.

Red Shoulder Cloak desperately endured the shock and pain, clenching his jaw so hard that blood gushed out.

But the green cloaks weren’t satisfied with just that.

The priests surrounding the area all joined in and struck the man with their spears or threw him in one swoop, creating a makeshift frame on the spot.

It was a perfect disarming move, one that was more about subduing the opponent while they were still alive rather than killing them.

Narva found himself clapping his hands without even realizing it.

Clap clap clap.

It was at this time that the attention of the leader of the group, especially the green cloak, turned to Narva.

He threw down the window in one breath and knelt down with the utmost respect.

With both arms crossed over their chest.

“Forgive our delay, noble sir. We were unable to punish them until we had sufficient cause to intervene.”

“It’s a pretext.”

“There are also quite a few who hide their ugly selfish intentions with the authority of the temple. I dare not come forward until I can clearly distinguish between them…”

Narva looked down at the green cloak that was blurting out words as if it was shameless.

I simply chose this option because I thought I would be able to swing my sword a lot, but I witnessed a reality that was beyond my imagination.

Narva folded his arms, licking his lips in regret at not being able to draw his sword in the end.

‘Bishop Ganista spoke too plainly.’

The division within the church, which had long been hinted at, was not a mere squabble.

The division is so serious that they are clashing swords over different colored cloaks.

***

The church, once the central point that united all humanity, no longer exists.

A thousand years is a cruelly long time for humans.

The more Ise was defeated, and the more sacrifices were made to defeat Ise, the more my initial resolve began to scatter.

The result is today.

It was revealed in a secret meeting of cardinals gathered under the icon of the Holy Cross in the underground chapel.

In the underground chapel where the remains of the old martyrs were placed standing up along the wall, the eerie dust typical of a cemetery was floating.

The cardinals turned their backs to the relics of their predecessors and martyrs from the past and faced each other, raising their voices.

In order to shamelessly disparage the opponent, either joining hands or rejecting them according to vested interests, and to pour out criticism toward the enemy.

The main character of this accusation was Cardinal Martyr.

To the layperson, Cardinal Martyr was a fairly eclectic figure.

He was born an orphan, converted to the church, and was a knight of the order who made brilliant contributions to the temple and was recognized for his devotion, reaching the fourth stage, the realm of immortality. He was a strong candidate for the Aura Awakening.

The laity were convinced that Cardinal Martyr would be canonized on the day he died.

However, contrary to popular belief, Cardinal Martyr was not even beatified, let alone canonized.

Behind his achievements of having subdued countless remnants of different races over the course of nearly 80 years, there were brutal sacrifices that the church could never tolerate.

Using fellow humans as bait, leaving them exposed to Ise’s retaliation, and sometimes even sacrificing innocent civilians as cursed scapegoats instead of the capital knights in the name of preserving power.

Up until now, these were wrongdoings that had been tolerated under the pretext of exterminating other races. Even those who hated Mater could fully understand the pretext of exterminating Ise and preserving humanity.

-But this time, the line has clearly been crossed.

Hard.

A wooden staff taps on the marble floor to signal the start.

Cardinal Meliano, the hunchback, was making the sign of the cross and glaring at Mater.

“A lonely king. It is said that during his reign, more people died of hunger than were killed by the pagans due to the harsh conscription he carried out in order to stand against Ise. If you ask me whether such a person is worthy of being canonized, I will answer without hesitation that he is not.”

And on the back of the white cloak Meliano was wearing, a refreshing green color was sleeping.

“But the Church accepted the pleas of Saint Illenius and canonized him, and, despite the controversy, honored his exploits in the fight against Ise, and promised Saint Illenius that she would support him on the day the king returned.”

As soon as Matter heard those words, he looked up at the ceiling with unfocused eyes.

Some thought he was sighing, while others thought he was secretly laughing.

But the moment Matter opened his mouth, the voice he heard was cold, and there was a unanimous consensus.

“Weren’t you the one who disliked the lonely king?”

“You’re not so naive as to interfere with your personal feelings in public affairs. The church is an organization that inherits promises and pledges. Keeping old promises is much more important than my feelings and emotions.”

The Green Mantle, led by Cardinal Meliano of the Ordo Sanctus Honourable, was the correct view.

Even though I hate the lonely king and have vowed not to meet him, I will not withdraw my support as a church figure.

It was a moment when the cardinals gathered at the meeting nodded their heads at those words.

“Is it right to give a blank check to a lonely king?”

While most people agree with Meliano’s claims, there is one person.

There was a cardinal walking out, stroking his trimmed moustache.

Domines.

Purple Shoulder Cloak – A cardinal leading the Ordo Sanctus Magister.

And the Purple Mantle is an organization that regulates the interests of the secular world and is responsible for securing the finances of the church.

Although Domines was only a first-level Stigmata, he was a talented person who maintained the church’s influence in all directions by putting forward the culture, etiquette, and ceremonies of each region that he had accumulated with great knowledge based on his noble birth and background.

His goal was very simple.

Domines offered a realistic rebuttal to Meliano, who was advocating for a doctrine of orthodoxy.

“The Lonely King already has an irreplaceable influence in the Morning Star system. He has deep connections with the secular world and his independent authority is extremely strong. This is only natural for a rare ecclesiastical prince.”

“Domines, do you deny that the Lonely King is one of His Holiness’ confidants?”

“Even Yubas, who we once thought would become our sword, has changed his mind. How could it be any different for a lonely king?”

“So. Are you saying we should just stand by and watch as Martyr blatantly attempts to murder the lonely king?”

Meliano’s angry cries did not reach Domines.

“It’s not a serious injury, but it should be serious enough that he won’t be able to work for a while.”

“what…”

“Then wouldn’t it be possible to send other aides? They should represent His Majesty’s will and firmly establish their influence in the Morning Star system. The foolishness of putting all your eggs in one basket must end now.”

What Domines pursued was the maintenance of a unified order, the present royal family centered around the Vatican.

“These are difficult times. At times like these, humanity needs to be reborn as one. Can the center of this be a secular monarch who is easily swayed by worldly interests? Can it be a feudal lord who, despite having converted to the church, is easily entangled in blood ties and distorts the grand plan?”

“Saint Illenius asserted that a lonely king is never a man who would apostatize!”

It was at this time that the silent Mater stepped forward.

He told the truth to the angry Meliano.

“The lonely king has already changed his mind. He has declared that he will give another chance to the pagans who have already lost all opportunity to repent.”

“The opportunity for repentance is guaranteed by Lux Stella!”

“Why do we turn a blind eye to the fact that weakness breeds apostasy? Do we truly doubt why we, those who come to the temple, do not hesitate to point our swords at the lonely king?”

Then, there was a stir even among the cardinals.

The resurrected lonely king seeks to offer the pagans a chance to convert.

This fact led to a theological debate at the underground chapel meeting.

Will Lux Stella’s words of willingness to step back until all human wills are in agreement really allow the conversion of the pagans?

“Lux Stella told me to kick them all out!”

Soon the hardliners joined the side of Mater and Domines.

They agreed that the lonely king must be prevented from seeing the Pope by any means necessary.

“Do not misunderstand. The era of humanity is the era of all humans, the era in which even those who have not been able to see the starlight of humanity must be given a chance!”

Those who belonged to the relatively moderate faction joined Meliano.

There were also those who joined because of their political views.

Cardinal Theaclio.

Yellow Shoulder-Mantle – The leader of the Ordo Sanctus Tribunes, who seeks independence for each parish.

He pressed his index finger to his forehead as he looked back at the results of the meeting that had gone far beyond his expectations.

‘I didn’t know that the lonely king would fight with Mater and Chuck…!’

But it’s already gained momentum.

There is only one way to escape the chains of the Holy See.

I just wholeheartedly support the lonely king.