Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 194



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194. Your arms should bend inward to be normal. Breakups are always sudden.

For me, it was like parting ways with my best friend, Wilson.

Wilson was a patient friend who steadfastly consoled a child who was building snowballs alone in a rural area where only his elders lived.

But unlike the strength of the mind, the body was not strong enough.

I realized this as I watched Wilson melting under the warm, blazing sun.

The fact that relationships are ultimately made up of a cycle of encounters and partings. No matter how happy and joyful the moment may be, it will end someday.

This time, too, a similar separation came.

In broad daylight, the noisy noise of people wandering the streets caresses your ears.

In the VIP room of the hotel, Karina and I were preparing for a touching farewell with the table between us.

I couldn’t help but shed tears as I stroked the calluses on Karina’s index and middle fingers.

“I made you work so hard that your skin grew calluses.”

“Hey, let go.”

“Your Highness, even after you return to your home country, you must continue to write diligently. If you know how to do even that, no one will look down on you.”

“Stop what you’re doing and hurry up.”

Karina de Win Magister Tribunal Norfang.

Because news had just arrived that a delegation to bring her back to her home country was about to enter the city.

I wanted to strongly urge her to return to the island together at dawn, but as a friend, I couldn’t stop Karina. It’s an inconvenient truth, but Karina has now graduated from her teenage years and is a clear-cut adult.

It is entirely up to the individual to decide whether to remain in the church and fully fulfill his mission as a stigmata apparitionist, or to use worldly power to establish his own independent position as a member of the royal family.

However, being a stigmata holder does not mean that you can completely throw away the duties that you were born with as a member of the royal family.

After repatriating Karina to her home country, the Norfang delegation will continue to renegotiate with the Church regarding the fate of the stigmata-appearing Karina. Each party will present different reasons and causes.

I can vaguely guess what kind of negotiations will take place.

The Norfang family will either try to cover it up or demand a proper position, since their bloodline is being used as a hostage in the church.

On the other hand, the church will likely negotiate in hopes of gaining a stigmata-giver and an opportunity to check secular power.

If you are a romantic, you might be upset that they treat you like a pawn, completely ignoring your personal wishes. You might be enchanted by Karina’s beauty and defend her.

Fortunately, as an ordinary modern person without a sense of privilege and as the son of a serf, I was able to confidently make my demands.

“If you go through a political marriage, you will be doing what you should do as a member of the royal family, so don’t hate it too much.”

There is a fundamental reason why serfs are not just stupid bastards, and offer the wheat heads they have grown with their blood, sweat, and tears to their lords.

This is because the lords guarantee safety.

If you live off of what is offered to you, saying, “I will feed you well and fight well, so please just guarantee your safety,” then it is only natural that you should fulfill your obligations.

In the harsh Middle Ages, a nobleman’s duties included trying to enjoy a happy married life.

However, Princess Karina, who was still a young and delicate girl despite being an adult, frowned.

“Yes. Here, shouldn’t you say that you will support and help whatever choice you make, even if it’s just empty words?”

“Words are worth more than a thousand pieces of gold.”

I answered, immediately shaking off Karina’s hand.

It’s hard enough to take care of this one body, so how can I take responsibility for my friend’s life too!

While preparing for our breakup like this, we were able to talk about things we hadn’t been able to talk about before the moment of our separation.

“Yes. Be honest with me. You don’t think that giving me work to do and giving me a reason to do it is playing at all, do you?”

“Did it seem like I wasn’t enjoying myself?”

“Ugh… Really…?”

I also come across Karina with a more serious expression than when I encountered a cockroach while sleeping.

“Edwina. What are you going to do with that poor maid? She seems to like you.”

“I think it’s about caring for your younger sibling as an older sister. Of course, I plan to compensate for the time you lost due to misunderstanding your feelings.”

“Yes, women’s time never comes back!”

He raised his index finger and frowned at Karina’s concern.

“I just need to get to level 4 of devotion faster.”

“If you have 4 levels of dedication…”

“By fire! If I were to grant you eternal beauty and youth through the miracle of silver blood, it would be sufficient compensation for Edwina.”

I’m not a bastard, so I wouldn’t have thought of a solution like that.

The third stage of devotion, the miracle of being able to share the power of the stigmata with others, Eunhyeol.

I planned to use this power to help a special few make up for their past years by sharing the power of immortality with them through the fourth stage of devotion miracle.

However, Karina was very skeptical about this rational remedy.

Karina asked, her eyebrows quirked curiously.

“What if I can’t share the power of fire?”

“People naturally grow old.”

“…”

In principle, isn’t investing something that the investor himself takes on the risk?

If you can’t share, you should just live by the rules of the world. I think it’s excessive to resent the day when you tried to give a benefit.

It was only at this point that the long-awaited silence arrived.

It wasn’t a quiet moment where we had nothing to say. Just before we got to the main topic, a deep, catching-your-breath silence crept in between me and Karina.

We stared at each other for a while, our lips tightly shut.

But unlike me, who was waiting comfortably leaning back against the backrest, Karina was fidgeting and twiddling her fingers.

Eventually, Karina couldn’t resist her curiosity and slowly pulled her lips away.

“When we went to the catacombs, Cardinal Martyr pointed to us in the foreign language and called us this.”

A great saint of the great dynasty. A true living example of the name Tribunal, who led the first uprising against Ise.

The most just king of the Morning Star system.

“…Tell him.”

And Karina was surprisingly knowledgeable and had common sense.

In particular, it seems that they put in some effort to look into where they are going and look into the local history.

Or maybe I just got to know it little by little because I stayed there for so long.

“There are only two local saints in the Morning Isles. One is Saint Ilenius. The other is… a king who fought against Ise to the death. Of these, the one who is most worthy of the name of Tribunal is the latter.”

“…”

“Why was the name of a king who accomplished such amazing feats not passed down by word of mouth? Because he was hated by the people? Because he was re-evaluated too late?”

Karina asked with wavering eyes, but looking straight ahead.

It seems that he doesn’t know that my name was recorded within the church at that time.

This would normally be information that Karina couldn’t access… but if your arms don’t bend inwards, that’s a disease, a disease.

I kindly gave a clue to my long-lost friend.

“If you think about it too hard, you will end up getting further away from the correct answer. I think the reason may be much simpler than you think.”

For example, yes.

“Could it be that he simply did not want his name to be associated with the ruin of his country?”

“yes?”

It may be a much more trivial reason than the world perceives.

“I can’t give my precious name, which I received from my parents, to someone who would ruin my country. I think that must have been my stubbornness.”

I don’t know how Karina took this answer.

Because both of us were speechless as if we were lying.

Karina was busy mulling over my words, and I no longer had the malicious hobby of poking fun at the minds of thoughtful people.

In the midst of all this, a breakup came.

As we escorted Karina to the port, what we encountered was a confrontational scene with an eerie atmosphere.

Green shoulder-cloaks, formed in tight ranks and holding spears against the guards of House Norfang, all armed in full plate armor.

It was a bright, sunny day, so the smooth surface of the armor and the swinging blade of the spear were sparkling brightly.

It was at this time that Karina, who had kept her mouth shut until now, opened her mouth again.

“I think it would be better to just call her Yeha like this.”

“?”

“That would be true.”

She spoke in a small but clear voice.

“I’ve never seen anyone regret their past as a king so much.”

…..

I never knew Karina could be so considerate of others.

I raised my head inwardly, moved by my friend’s growth.

“Exactly.”

I patted Karina on the shoulder as I led her towards Norfang’s guards.

“Your Majesty, Bishop Powis, please remember only the name Narva.”

***

The Vatican called me right after Karina left.

On the night that the Norfang delegation took Karina away with a simple ceremony, a black cloak with a welcoming face came to visit.

I groaned because I felt that the face was somehow familiar, and then the answer came.

Bonnie Chego.

The leader of the miracle judging team that was sent to help me with my beatification, the leader of the human weapons that literally slaughtered the bandits…

“I am sorry for showing you the fallen state of a saint!”

…The filthy, inflexible man put down the sword at his waist, knelt down, and began to apologize.

“No. We’ve only just met, so why are you suddenly hitting me in the head?”

“Your Majesty has warned us. The lament of Saint Ilenius, a fragment of a fallen kingdom! How can we be more insulted than you, who have already proved the temple by your life!”

He is truly a man without any flexibility.

He was a man of integrity who had not changed over the years.

Although he had not yet reached the fourth level of devotion, his face was covered in wrinkles and scars, giving him a completely different impression than before.

In the end, Bonnie Chego and I had to engage in a pointless argument for a while.

“Ohhh…! Even though it is His Majesty’s order, I dare to be rude to a saint of the past and a candidate for saint of the present. How am I any different from the hordes of prostitutes that run rampant in the city?”

After much self-reproach and sighing, Bonicego agreed to conceal my identity as ‘a mere cardinal.’

Only then did the long-awaited main point come out.

“Your Majesty, I beg you to grant me an audience with the holy relic that will dispel the curse.”

“Looking at the saint, it doesn’t seem like it would have been granted easily.”

“First of all, he granted special permission without telling the cardinals, saying he wanted to appease their impatience.”

indeed.

Our Holy Father, who has decided to push me hard, has decided to give me a hard time.

My stubborn will to become independent almost melted away.

If you push me hard here, my heart might waver a little.

The moment I was immersed in this happy dream.

“Audience?”

I felt that the speech was a little strange.

And then the head of the Miracle Jury, Bonnie Chego, realized that I was feeling uneasy.

Bonnie Chego opened his mouth with difficulty, running his tongue over his already dry lips.

“Why we must destroy Ise no matter what. You will understand when you see it.”