Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 199



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199. This time, those who handle different weapons of choice tend to understand and respect each other through one duel rather than a hundred words.

Cardinal Martyr, armed with obsessive fanaticism and hatred for Ise, was no exception.

Martyr began the conversation much more humbly and politely than when he first met Narva.

The act of trying to kill Narva by personally stepping forward.

It was as if a backlash had come.

“Oh my… My, my ship. I finally became the ship owner…”

As the captain knelt before the breach in the deck with his face in rage, Mater offered himself as his attendant and began to lead the way with gentle gestures.

But Narva did not immediately follow Mater.

Instead, he glanced at the captain, who was shedding tears, and asked him a question.

“What about compensation?”

“We will be issuing the captain of the damaged vessel a license allowing him to enter port for a certain period of time. That will be more than enough.”

“No. Not that.”

“?”

Narva folded his arms and frowned.

“If you destroy the ship I’m on, you have to compensate me.”

“….”

Compensation was swift.

It was easy to ask Cardinal Martyr, the leader of the Red Mantle, for directions to the ship.

“Even if it’s the request of the Ordo Sanctus, it’s unreasonable. It’s not a conscription due to the Holy War, is it? If so, all the originally planned passengers have already boarded, and the Morning Islands are not on the route, so it will be difficult.”

The place that Mater went to was a huge trading ship called ‘A Chest with Tailwind’ that was busy preparing to set sail.

However, the captain boldly expressed his reluctance after hearing Mater’s request.

No matter how much it is a request from the church, as a businessman you have to consider the profits and losses.

The situation is that supplies have already been prepared along the planned route. Furthermore, the remotest of remote areas, the islands of the morning, are places to go to sell things, not places to go to buy things.

It was a worthless proposition for a captain who sailed along the coast of the mainland and earned a living through regular trade.

It would have been so if it had not been for Mater’s subsequent suggestion.

“For a certain period of time, I will grant you the right to exempt the goods you supply from customs duties and to receive priority inspection at the port of entry into the city.”

Towering.

The captain’s shoulders tremble as he turns his back and resolutely looks over the ledger, not caring about the white cloak.

The captain stopped scribbling in his ledger with charcoal and slowly turned his head to look at Mater and Narva, who was watching silently with his arms folded behind Mater, before opening his mouth.

“Excuse me, is the person next to you someone so valuable that he can promise such a favor? I know he is a close associate of His Majesty, as he is wearing a black cloak, but is he someone who can promise such authority?”

“Know that I can’t give you a definitive answer. I can only suggest it.”

“suggestion…”

The captain frowned, narrowed his eyes, and finally let out a sigh.

“I’ll make arrangements for you. However, since we’re changing the route, we’ll need to recheck the supplies, so it’ll take about two or three more days.”

“How are you?”

Mater turned his head and looked at Narva without answering.

Then, as if it were natural, Narva looked at Mater and opened his mouth.

“It’s okay if you give me more time, but I’d like you to add a lot of spices. I want you to make sure that the food you serve me doesn’t have any fishy or unpleasant smells, but that the spices don’t go too far and ruin the original flavor of the ingredients.”

Narva was using a polite tone of speech. It was natural, since he could not treat the Cardinal Martyr, who wore a white mantle, carelessly in front of others.

But, to anyone who looked at it, it was clear that A and B were at fault.

“I would like the expenses to be borne by Father Martyr.”

As soon as the captain heard that, he looked back and forth between Mater and Narva.

Arrogant speech and actions, sharp eyes as if glaring at the other person.

Even though it was a black mantle that symbolized the Pope’s entourage, it was excessive.

But the one who was actually insulted, Martha, answered with the utmost humility, crossing both arms over his chest.

“Of course, Captain, if you provide this person with a comfortable voyage, we will cooperate with other Ordo Sanctus in the future to grant you and your family ample privileges.”

“What do you mean by “special privilege?”

Although it is said to have declined, the church is an organization that still exerts a strong influence in many areas of the world.

The greatest privilege such a church could promise was beyond imagination.

“The protection of the Church. I will grant you and your family the right to be judged by its doctrines and not by secular law.”

“!”

Everyone lives under the law.

One was a secular code of laws adapted to reality, while the other was church law, enacted according to the doctrine interpreted by the church.

From then on, anyone could guess.

There is no way that the two legal systems can coexist amicably.

Here, being protected by the church means the right to be tried by church law that takes precedence over secular laws. Even if a person has committed a heinous crime that warrants a death sentence from a secular monarch, if church law declares him innocent, he cannot dare to be put to death.

This means declaring a head-on confrontation with the church, a bloody, all-out war.

Of course, it was not a right that was easily granted because it was likely to provoke worldly opposition.

But I’m going to give you this amazing privilege just for carrying one passenger…

The captain, who had been calculating the profits and losses, glanced at Narva with nervous eyes as soon as he learned what the promised special privilege was, then grabbed the ledger with both hands as if he had made up his mind.

Boohoo, boohoo!

It only took a moment for the ledger to be torn apart.

“…All right.”

The captain’s gaze falls on the blank sheet of paper, beyond the torn and fluttering pieces of paper.

The captain nodded firmly and determinedly towards Mater and Narva and declared.

“Four days. Give me just four days and I promise you the most comfortable voyage in the world!”

***

In addition, Mater promised many other benefits to Narva.

Among them, there was also a story involving full-body plate armor.

“Full-body plate armor. You certainly have a keen eye for detail. Even the followers of Isekai are mediocre, and this weapon can overwhelm them.”

Matter willingly surrendered the right to order full-body plate armor, which was difficult to obtain even by numbering without the approval of the Public Procurement Service.

Originally, Ordo Sanctus Stregoth had given Narva a ticket that was supposed to go to the Red Capes.

As if that wasn’t enough, he even tried to get lucky first.

“I heard that Your Majesty has accepted the Order of the Knights of Dorre.”

Naturally, the influence of Martyr was significant in the fact that the Dorre Knights’ Order was weaker than other knights’ orders.

Cardinal Martyr was originally a knight of the Order of the Order.

All knightly orders were, knowingly or unknowingly, under the influence of the Martyr.

And in Martyr’s view, the Order of the Knights of Dorre was a suspicious organization that was easily deceived by the world and was full of signs of heresy.

Yet, Matter was willing to reserve his judgment and decision and step back.

“They were obsessed with the technical aspects and showed heretical thoughts and actions in many ways, putting pressure on them from all sides. I will temporarily lift the restrictions for the morning system, and if they achieve great feats for the royalties, I will ignore their past actions.”

“That much?”

“Your Majesty. A holy war against a foreign race is never easy. Of course, most of the pagans who invaded the fallen kingdom were armed with far more powerful weapons than the current pagans.”

And that’s not enough, 600 years.

“The Church is convinced that the sudden deaths of the heirs to the throne in the final days of the fallen kingdom were the work of foreign races.”

During the gap until the warrior king Barialdo returned under the name of Narva, the church freely shared its conclusions and guesses.

Narva frowned at the confident guess.

“A foreign race? I have never heard any reports about it?”

“How can one remove the favor and protection bestowed by demons without the light of the stars of the world? At least the ancestral god that the fallen kingdom worshipped was not a god with a physical body. Even if there were a god who existed, it would not have been enough to drive out the power of the world.”

The Church was convinced that Ise’s intervention was behind the sudden collapse of the fallen kingdom.

In particular, suspicious deaths involving royalty and leaders, as well as sudden deaths that were viewed with suspicion even at the time, were not considered coincidences.

Because I have already experienced it.

“The political divisions of the fallen kingdom were caused by countless deaths targeting the heirs to the throne. Such political maneuvering was a specialty of the elves. Whether or not the powerful men of the time allied with the elves, the result was as the elves had hoped.”

A leader with poor legitimacy.

Powerful people looking at each other with distrust.

The confusion grows with each succession.

“The moment when the fallen kingdom could change its fate for the last time.”

Mater brought up a name that was all too familiar to Narva.

“We have also secured a folk tale that a thick fog covered the area when the reinforcements of the Duke of Aurene, who had claimed to be Your Majesty’s guardian, were ambushed and annihilated.”

“….”

Narva realized what Mater’s testimony meant and kept his mouth shut.

After facing the mummy of the Stone Throne, the elevated authority told countless truths that were previously unknown.

Among them, the part about the orcs, the enemies of humans and the favorites of the god of war.

That part pierced Narva’s mind.

Orcs are fatally vulnerable to heat, and will only function in cold, dry climates or when their body temperature can be lowered by cool, damp fog.

“It’s too much of a stretch.”

Narva raised his hand and waved it, denying all possibilities.

“This country would have perished even if foreign races had not intervened. Do not allow that country to die an honorable death.”

“but…”

“What if all the other lords, besides Aureline, had joined forces to come to our rescue? No, what if they had joined forces before that, believing that there was a possibility of repelling the invasion by a puppet king?”

The corners of the mouth are smiling.

“Do you think it would have been ruined just because a few different races got involved?”

There was unconcealed contempt, disdain, and hatred in his eyes.

It’s a momentum that can never be persuaded.

Martyr chose to bow his head in bewilderment and remain silent. This was the exact opposite of Saint Ilenius, who lamented the downfall of the fallen kingdom.

Only then did I realize that the words of Saint Ilenius were the unvarnished truth.

Even though he hated the position of king, he wore the crown.

At least any topic that seemed to lament the fallen kingdom was clearly taboo for Narva.

“…”

For a while, Narva and Martha walked around the castle in silence.

Most of Narva’s interest was in viewing mysterious incantations, and even with a few exceptions, in biographies of the lives and achievements of various secular monarchs.

“Isn’t this an assassination knife?”

“It is not intended for assassination. It is called the Martyr’s Dagger because it is designed to be used as a martyr’s knife in case you are caught while carrying it on your back and lose all your weapons, so that you can commit martyrdom.”

“If I do well, I think I can get one…”

“It was a decision made because it was more beneficial to humanity to keep a secret than to kill one of the other races.”

Narva starts with a Qatar-shaped weapon that can be mounted on a wrist strap, and then moves on to a throwing dagger.

“The Chronicles of King Aishenhar.”

“He is a man with a deep connection to Ordo Sanctus Stregos. He was a knight of the capital, and after returning to secular life, he raised an army and drove out the pagans, and established a secular state. It would have been good if he had kept his mind on the church…”

“You didn’t kill all the pagans, did you?”

“That is his only blemish. He gave the pagans a chance to repent. As a result, today, there are so many pagan bloodlines everywhere who challenge the authority of the church.”

“hmm.”

It also contains a chronicle of the Ayshenhar family, who effectively converted and assimilated local pagans and established their own kingdom.

The two people were always together, but never had a single private conversation.

The matron, who had taken on the role of a humble servant, explained this and that, and Narva ended up showing interest in the saint’s culture by throwing in a few compliments.

I spent four days like that.

After four days, Martha threw some heavy words at Narva, who was about to leave the city for good this time.

“Your Majesty, you truly consider the Powis family to be your family.”

Narva stopped abruptly from boarding the ship and answered.

“however?”

“As you know, demons persistently harass those who contribute to the world. They will definitely target things that are precious to adults.”

Matter was already convinced.

Warrior King Barial too.

This time, this amazing warrior called Narva will surely rise to the ranks of saints by awakening his Aura at some point.

“All the saints of the past have lost their families. They have left behind no bloodline.”

And reaching adulthood portends terrible sacrifices.

“Your Majesty, if you truly care about them… you should distance yourself from them now. That way, you can protect your family from the attention of the demons.”

“….”

Narva stood there dumbfounded for a while.

The sincere concern of the Martyrs and the advice given based on numerous precedents were the accumulated experience of the Church.

The reason why the adults and Aura Awakeners were not rewarded for their noble sacrifices and their bloodline was cut off.

There was a desperate effort by the church to protect the safety of the Awakened.

Some of the bloodlines of the Aura Awakeners.

A very small number survived and continued their lineage by completely denying that they were part of the Aura Awakened family.

Only the Church knows their origins.

This was also the reason why the church set forth the rule that the moment one is admitted to the church, all worldly ties are severed.

Matter asserted.

“Your Majesty, you must expel them so they can live.”

At that moment, Narva turned around and faced Mater.

“That choice.”

Narva facing the mater.

“I’ve already done it once.”

He placed his hand on the hilt of the sword with a confident smile.

“This time I’ll finish them off before they do anything.”

After saying these words, Narva turned around without hesitation and boarded the ship.

And on deck, looking out over the horizon, without any regrets about the saints.

I just waited for the ship to leave without giving Matter’s opinion any weight.

“….”

As the ship was about to weigh anchor, Mater began to make the sign of the cross.

Without resting until the ship disappeared beyond the horizon.