Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 195



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195. It was starting to get tiresome to keep seeing only the back of Bonnie Chego, who was leading the way while holding the lantern of the stone throne.

One question arose.

“Why does the church like the underground so much? What’s with that bag?”

Yes, that’s right.

The place where one goes to ‘see’ the holy relics is, without fail, underground.

I understand that people with no money or skills dig tunnels.

Building a tall building is also a task that requires accumulated knowledge and skills. The higher the number of floors, the more money is lost.

In fact, in the Morning Star system, most buildings are one-story, except for those that are the capital of a principality.

But they are just digging tunnels, even though they are called saints. It’s not like the church doesn’t have the technology to build a spire, and they are just collecting donations from all over the world.

Even the interior sense has hit rock bottom.

I couldn’t help but stick out my tongue as I looked at the martyrs who had taken eternal rest, leaning against the stone wall engraved with the Blue Cross, beyond the damp and humid air peculiar to the underground.

They call him a martyr.

Mummified corpses, dressed in tattered black robes, lay lined up along the corridors in the sign of the cross.

This was possible because the walls were not vertical but rather slightly slanted.

Even grave robbers who went into the pyramids to raid them, thinking that things like the curse of the Pharaoh were nothing more than a ghost story, would run away the moment they reached this underground corridor, thinking that it must be the tomb of a madman.

At this point, I started to have legitimate doubts about whether they were really just a church in name only or a corpse lover.

Bonnie Chego, who had been silently leading the way while holding a lantern, spoke for the first time.

While adjusting his grip on the bag he was holding in his right hand.

“Whether it’s a high spire or a deep catacombs, they all share a single entrance. The difference is that they make it easier to prevent the theft of valuables.”

“jersey?”

“The basement can be buried together the moment an intrusion is confirmed.”

Well, it was a much more brutal way of thinking than I expected.

If there is a danger that the sacred relic will be stolen by an invading race or pagan, it would be better to bury it alive.

I understand, but I don’t think there’s a need to decorate the hallway interior with martyrs.

Is it true that differences in aesthetic sense are insurmountable?

That’s why this world isn’t all that good. I felt a sense of loneliness as I felt the gap that I could never reach.

Bonichego seemed to have noticed my loneliness and offered words of comfort.

“Mourn, but there is no reason to be sad. All those laid to rest here are prepared.”

However, I couldn’t finish my speech coolly.

Bonichego pursed his lips for a moment and then reluctantly continued speaking.

“The person you are meeting now is one of them.”

“I know what a holy relic is. I have a rough idea of ​​what it is.”

I don’t know why they’re trying to hide something so great.

I can’t understand how an organization that blatantly cuts up the corpses of adults and uses them as sacred relics can do this.

I had a vague idea from the moment you mentioned going to see the holy relics.

When I answered like this, Bonnie remained silent for a while.

The place where the footsteps stopped was in front of the door of a stone chamber engraved with countless blue cross patterns.

It was at this time that a strange omen appeared.

Wiggle.

“?”

At first, it seemed like the shadows cast by the lamp were rippling.

But the moment I realized that the bright blue light was sparkling on the back of my hand, I realized that it wasn’t just shadows moving.

Before I knew it, I was receiving countless stares.

Corpses.

They lifted their dry eyelids and looked at me with their cloudy eyes.

“Are your eyes bleary these days…”

I closed and opened my eyes several times.

Still, the dried corpses stared at me, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I was really crazy.

I waved my hand, thinking I might have seen something wrong.

“….”

Even the martyrs who have already lost their eyes follow the hand gestures with large movements to make up for their sunken eye sockets.

Only then did I accept reality.

“Sir Boniface, I think I’m going crazy.”

“No, Your Majesty, you are perfectly normal. I also see the movements of the martyrs.”

“this.”

It seems like even Bonnie Chego, who came with me, is crazy too.

Well, it’s normal to go crazy if you go back and forth in hallways like this every time.

“Your Majesty. Do you doubt the miracle of someone who has personally witnessed the curses of demons and has come to seek help?”

“Transfer…”

It was exactly as he said.

Although this place had many rugged aspects, it was truly a different world where mystery was alive and well.

I realized that it wasn’t an illusion and slowly lowered my hand.

“Then what?”

The mummified martyrs, with only their skins remaining, moved.

At the same time, the stigmata on the back of my hand began to glow bright blue.

When I asked what this cause and effect explained, the answer came from an unexpected place.

-Twilight paints the sky in its own colors.

A hoarse voice is heard from beyond the solid door of the stone chamber.

-I inform you that the full arrival of humanity has not yet taken place.

It was Boniface who interpreted this seemingly literal question.

Bonichego spoke solemnly, revealing his own stigmata shining on the back of his hand.

“You are witnesses of the sacrifice.”

Bonichego’s answer was a kind of code.

As soon as he answered, the bright blue color of the stigmata moved like a living, breathing form and touched the door of the stone chamber.

Then the sound of stones being dragged on the floor began to echo throughout the hallway.

The heavy door opened much faster than I expected.

And beyond the acrid cloud of dust we could see the mummy sitting on a carved stone throne, almost like a throne.

The mummy on the throne was dressed quite differently from the priests we usually see.

Iron plates hastily fitted over the worn-out lamellar armor.

A few strands of hair that hang limply and sway weakly like moss clinging to bones.

The eyes of a living human being, still staring at me clearly, despite being encased in skin so dry that the outline of the bones is clearly visible.

A familiar symbol rested on the back of this living mummy’s hand.

The Blue Cross, a bright blue color.

-He is a stigmata manifester.

The mummy on the stone throne seemed to notice where my gaze was directed and let out a faint laugh.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve faced Sanguio Silva. I thought everything on this land had been eradicated.”

People today, whose influence has largely been diminished, tend to look down on Ise.

I was no exception.

In the end, they were the ones who were defeated by Lux Stella, the star of humanity served by the church.

But there are some facts that do not change even if they are labeled as devils of the world, heretics, losers, and forgotten gods.

Five faiths that survived steadfastly even under the thorough suppression of the church.

The old gods of Ise, as they are commonly known, were still powerful enough to threaten humans.

Of course, they were not strong enough to completely break through Lux Stella’s protection, but they chose to threaten humans in other ways.

Bonichego turned off the lights and spoke calmly, leaving only the light of the stigmata to illuminate the inside of the stone chamber.

“The demons of the world have learned that they cannot harm all of the humans under the protection of Lux Stella. They cannot even receive all of her great power.”

So I decided to only heap my curses on a few of the most hateful people.

“Those who did not receive the stigmata but contributed solely to the world. Or those who received the stigmata but had their protection broken through due to lack of devotion. And…”

“Those who have sworn to take upon themselves the curse aimed at their compatriots.”

The mummy on the stone throne continued Boniface’s words.

The mummy on the stone throne looked like a skeleton, but it radiated a much more powerful aura than most living beings.

“This is where those who have sworn to take on all the curses of the gods of this world with the power given to them by the starlight reside, when they try to toy with our deaths and turn us into monsters.”

At that moment, I had a gut feeling.

This mummy before our eyes would not have been an ordinary stigmata manifestation.

It was so different from other mummies who couldn’t hold their bodies up properly or didn’t emit a bright blue light from the back of their hands.

It means that with half-hearted dedication, you can’t have the stigmata of a dead corpse.

A being who receives immense hatred from the old gods of Ise and is turned into a skinny mummy like a skeleton, yet still has clear eyes and intense stigmata.

I now know the true nature of the civil war that once took place in the church over how far sacrifice would be tolerated.

“you are.”

The weight I had to carry was too much. This was too big.

The sacrifices that Lux Stella demands, beyond life and even beyond death.

“Are these the words of the Aura Awakener?”

The mummy on the stone throne answered with a smile that anyone could tell was there.

“What are you talking about? Use nicer words to show more respect.”

“?”

“Anyway, these days, people come here to ask for help, but they’re incredibly rude about small things.”

“….”

The mummy on the stone throne grumbled for a while before holding out her right hand, which was barely covered in skin.

“But if you’re going to be cursed by Sanguio Silva, then it means you’re contributing to the royal family, so let’s give it a chance.”

***

The mummy of the stone throne.

The adult from the previous generation, who was presumed to have been an Aura Awakener while alive, seemed excited to meet a living person after a long time.

He showed great interest in the morning system in particular, which I had come to.

“You saw an elf? Not an elf tied to a stake, but holding a lord’s family in check?”

Click, click-.

He began to stare into space with his eyes fixed on the far side, his hands resting on the armrests and fidgeting.

“As the Holy War continued, the number of the alien races decreased rapidly. We wanted to leave no trace behind, so we pursued them without leaving a single one behind. Then, instead of confronting them head-on, the alien races chose a different approach.”

“The story seems to be going off on a tangent…”

“Oh, that means each of them has a specific mission. It’s a specialization to make up for the lack of numbers.”

The mummy on the stone throne gave a very clear explanation along with those words.

“The elves were the most vicious among them, taking advantage of Sanguio Silva’s favor and their human-like appearance. They were in charge of poisoning water sources, invading homes to ravage them, and lifting curses to exterminate their target’s bloodline or undermine the political stability of the community.”

The gaze that had been looking into the distance returns here again.

The mummy on the stone throne looked at me clearly and did not spare advice.

“If one of the powerful families was caught up in it, it would likely have spread throughout the entire island by morning. If you search for families that are strangely rare but not severed, you will probably get some results.

To prevent their infiltration, you must keep thorough records more than anything else. They tend to neglect to falsify records due to their overconfidence in favor.”

“…!”

“Then. What curse did the person you are trying to save suffer from?”

He is an expert.

At the very least, he was an unrivaled expert when it came to dealing with elves and Sanguior Silva.

I answered with the utmost politeness, “It’s a root shadow nematode.”

“It seems you still consider my wickedness to be good.”

The mummy on the stone throne smiled coldly and snapped the index finger of her left hand as she called out to Boniface.

“Give me the index finger, middle finger, ring finger, and little finger of my right hand.”

“…Blessed One. Are you really okay?”

“If Sanguio Silva is tormenting you with root shadow nematodes, then she must be quite hated. I’d like to lend her a hand, but I have to be careful because there’s a chance she’ll try to trick you.”

“Praise be to you, wise one.”

Only then did I realize what was in the bag Bonnie Chego was carrying.

Scissors and small daggers that appear to be surgical instruments, thread and needles…

The moment Bonnie Chego lifted the scissors without hesitation, I turned my head away in an instant.

“Ugh, shit.”

Oops. What I was thinking inside came out as words.

But before I could regret swearing, a sharp sound struck my eardrums.

Again-.

I closed my eyes tightly, not even wanting to know what was going on.

The mummy on the stone throne was laughing so hard she thought this sight was so funny.

“Now you know why the church that serves the stars of humanity is reluctant to mutilate the human body?”

“yes?”

“If you’re going to use it as a relic, it’s better to preserve it as much as possible. You too, treat your body with care.”

“….”

I didn’t react on purpose.

Then the mummy on the stone throne turned its attention to Bonifacego.

To our poor friend who is shivering and cutting his fingers with scissors.

“Is the person leading the church now Margnac?”

“I am Malenius IX, heir to the name of Saint Malenius. I am the boy you remember as Margnac.”

“Margnac… was a child who liked to use cunning tricks. However, he was not a child who just used tricks without thinking.”

Crack, crack.

Despite the eerie sound, the mummy on the stone throne was as calm as a manicurist.

“Now I see why that child brought you to me.”

I never would have guessed that he would suddenly turn the arrowhead on me.

“What are you talking about?”

“What did Lux ​​Stella say to you the moment you received the stigmata?”

“….”

I remained silent because I couldn’t guess his intentions.

Then the mummy on the stone throne continued speaking in a voice full of vague memories.

“He told me to hold on until my patience runs out. Lux Stella’s words became a single phrase that ran through that person’s life, and they were useful anytime, anywhere…”

Is it simply to test out the same stigmata?

I answered obediently, with some hesitation.

“He said, ‘Do as you wish.’”

“But why don’t you do as I say?”

At that moment, I raised my head without realizing it.

More than the sight of Bonnie Chego on his knees, drenched in cold sweat, cutting off his finger with scissors, or the sight of him not even moving an inch while his finger was being cut off.

What caught my eye more than those appearances was the gaze of the mummy on the stone throne.

It was a pair of brown eyes filled with the light of a mysterious wisdom, befitting the title of an adult.

“Is it your intention to seek someone’s permission and understanding?”

“To do as I wish. I am waiting to use as many means as possible without causing any danger.”

“Then it seems like everything we have to do here is already done.”

Again-.

The severed index and middle fingers are carefully placed on a light blue cloth.

Bonnie Chego, with his face ashen, was trying his best to ignore our conversation.

The mummy on the stone throne smiled, pleased with the sight, and rested her chin on her left hand.

“The reason Margnac does not meet you is because doing so would give him more power. Your black cloak, the stigmata that appeared at a young age, and your origins as a member of the Dawn Isles prove that you are far removed from the current mainstream church figures.”

“…”

“And the secular powers are not happy with such mainstream figures of the church… So what? From your perspective of wanting to establish an independent position in the morning system, which side would have more room to maneuver?”

“Is it a good thing that the Holy See has become distant from the ecclesiastical princes of the frontier?”

“It would be a good thing if you turned back indignantly before Margnac made his decision. You are still of an age where you are considered to have a sufficiently impulsive temperament, so it would not be strange for you to be indignant at being treated with contempt and disdain.

Rather, wouldn’t it be more likely that the young people who appear to be the center of attention will be able to draw sympathy from those who are antipathetic to the current mainstream of the church?”

…….

After thinking for a while, I asked an important question.

“I thought His Holiness would take the disadvantage.”

“Does it seem like a disadvantage? It seems to me that Margnac is looking for an excuse to check the mainstream figures and do whatever he wants with personnel.”

Again-.

At that time, the ring finger and little finger were all cut off.

Bonnie Chego slowly wrapped the severed finger in a blue cloth, then with slightly trembling hands, he took out a thread and a needle from his bag and began to sew up the mummy’s severed part.

The mummy on the stone throne looked at the slowly healing wound and opened her mouth again.

“And it’s been a while since I’ve seen the sunshine of my saint.”

“?”

“If you listen to the sounds you hear now and then, you’ll see that nothing has changed. It’s a crime to keep young people in a place where there’s nothing to do.”

Finally, when all the wounds were sewn up, the mummy on the stone throne lifted up her empty right hand and looked around.

Then he looked at me and smiled.

“Besides, what could be more foolish than not sending the next Aura Awakener candidate to the front lines?”

He raises his only remaining thumb and smiles.

I asked him frankly, probably laughing out loud at his friendlier attitude than I expected.

“Don’t you know the secret of Aura Awakening? Then why doesn’t the Church know?”

“Those who are bearing the curse of Ise are being watched closely by them every move they make. The moment we recite or write down the vision of Aura’s awakening, their eyes and ears will reach us.”

I was about to say something… and then I just stopped.

Instead, I simply recited the truth that I had painfully realized.

“It turns out that the people didn’t win.”

“The dawn has just arrived.”

The mummy on the stone throne turned her hand and pointed her thumb down.

“But one day, dawn will drive out dusk and illuminate the world.”

that.

“Do not mourn the martyrs, for they are willing to endure.”

It was faith.

“The destruction of Ise. Until the moment of Ise’s eternal destruction…”

The mummy on the stone throne slowly closed her eyelids and leaned back against the backrest.

When I came to my senses, Boniface was lighting a lamp with a solemn expression on his face.

“The demons have taken notice. The relic has fallen asleep again until the demons take notice.”

“The protection of Lux Stella…”

“You are preventing the dead from being turned into monsters. It is already a protection to maintain human form against the attempts of demons to create.”

As he said this, Boniface lifted the lantern.

“This is why we must face Ise. This is why we must end Ise.”

I looked at the mummy on the stone throne, who had been laughing and chatting just a moment ago, and felt certain.

Ise and Inse.

One of the two must end.

And if one must end-.

“….”

-That will be Ise and the other races.