Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 201



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201. It has been 1200 years since Lux Stella, named the Star of Narva’s Playtime, descended into the world.

Over the past 1200 years, humans have reduced the gods of this world to old gods and demons, and have driven most of the other races that were favored by the gods to the brink of extinction.

Humans were reborn as a gigantic and sophisticated war machine under the pretext of resentment and the fate of the race.

Vengeance did not tolerate even a handful of righteous people. Humans had been persecuted for so long that even the scales that could weigh them had long since been broken.

Humans judged their declining enemies with broken scales.

And never once has a judgement been brought against an enemy and the accused been found not guilty.

If they were of another race, they were always guilty. If they were of another race, they killed them indiscriminately, whether innocent or guilty.

The world that had flourished on human blood and flesh was turned upside down in an instant.

Humans have usurped the civilization and splendid heritage that other races had built up under the favor of the gods, while cleverly washing away and erasing their traces from the world.

Thanks to this, mankind has enjoyed unprecedented prosperity and stability.

Humans called this era, when a ray of hope shone upon them, the dawn of the human world, and the old, fallen era the twilight of this world.

However, most people who only looked at the superficial part did not fully understand the meaning contained in the word dawn.

It is ignoring the fact that the fading glow of the sunset colors the entire world.

Narva was like that too.

Bishop Narva, who stood out for his youthful energy and bold determination, was one of them.

The threat of Ise has long since ended, and instead there is a struggle between the church, which seeks to maintain its influence using Ise as an excuse, and the secular world, which opposes it.

That idea was completely shattered when it came to facing reality in the saints.

This change in perception has unconsciously changed the atmosphere that Narva exudes.

The first person to notice the change in Narva after his return from the Holy Land was Bishop Ganista.

“Yes, I feel like you’ve matured a little.”

“Is that so? I always seem to have a serious attitude.”

“Until now, I felt like he was acting like a somewhat spoiled and reckless child, but the person I met today just seemed like a bum who only drinks.”

“?”

Contrary to the doubts raised by Narva, Bishop Ganista’s views were widely agreed with.

A representative example was John the Bald, a servant who belatedly volunteered to serve Narva.

The moment he met the disheveled monk walking down the hallway with his head bowed, John, who had no hair, closed his eyes tightly without realizing it.

If you are going to be a goner and a slacker, who else could you find as good as Bishop Narva?

John the Bonehead secretly prayed for the repose of the soul of the monk he encountered on the day of Narva’s return.

That’s when the twist happened.

“I was a little sweaty and forgot to open my collar.”

Rather than scolding or mocking the monk, Narva paused for a moment and fiddled with his own perfectly good collar.

He spoke in a loud and clear voice, even though he was talking to himself.

Only then did the monk notice Narva’s presence and his behavior, and he hurriedly clung to the wall, shivering.

Narva glanced at the monk and snickered.

“At least you should dress neatly in places where there are people.”

That was the end of the investigation.

Narva didn’t care and quickened his pace, putting some distance between himself and the monk.

John the Bonehead followed Narva’s back with his mouth wide open.

It was a world-changing change. It was a world-changing change.

There was only one cause that Min-Muri John could guess.

“Your Majesty. What on earth happened in the castle? Is this the aftereffect of your separation from Lady Karina?”

“A breakup? I just gave you a short break.”

“After hearing what you said, it doesn’t seem to be the reason for Karina. Your Highness, did you really have a valuable experience in the saints?”

“It was a valuable experience…”

It was definitely a valuable experience.

The reality of the world hidden behind the paranoid and murderous atmosphere of the saints.

How precarious was the situation for humanity? How wicked and desperate were the enemies? This fight was not simply a religious cause or ideological conflict, but a competition for survival between species.

Humans and In-se, this world and other races.

Knowing that this was a fight that would only end with one of the two completely falling off the cliff, their resolve had to change.

“…”

Especially if you lose, you have too much to lose.

Duke Athelton, who is a headache because of his troublemaking youngest brother; Ethelred, the eldest brother who shows his firm faith with his kind smile; Terveir, the second eldest brother who sometimes acts like a child but fights with firm conviction; and his niece, Urid, who is notorious for her mischievous ways.

Bishop Ganista, who grumbles but tells her things; Karina, who is so tired that she almost cries but still whines; John, who is always fussing but does what he is told; Enon, who was born with a dog’s genus but smiles proudly; Edwina, who has served him since childhood and swallows her bitter words.

Knights who seem to live without a care in the world but have their own set of hardships, priests and monks who have come to the church for their own reasons, and serfs who just want to live peacefully and eat their fill today and tomorrow.

…and many others.

People who we had already come to regard as family, friends, or acquaintances were already at the stakes without us knowing.

As the enemy of Ise, who harasses their enemies with all kinds of sinister tricks.

Perhaps this is why I kept John by my side, who was born with the ability to sense crisis.

Narva called John, lost in subtle aftertaste.

“zone.”

“Hey, why are you so heavy all of a sudden?”

“I feel reassured because I think you will live a long life.”

“Hmm? Uhhh…”

John hesitated for a moment about how to interpret Narva’s words, then nodded.

“Hehe, I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Narva looked at John, who was laughing without saying anything, and then started walking again.

I swallowed the thoughts that came to mind as I looked at John’s bright and hopeful face.

Instead, we laughed together.

“You can smile more since it’s a compliment.”

There was too much to do to just sit there and be absorbed in the sentiment.

***

After the bishop’s death, Narva began to wander without rest.

The first step was originally to go to the saint’s house, to rescue his eldest brother Ethelred and his sister-in-law Gartha.

It was so urgent that he didn’t even bother to send a messenger or inform an outsider that he would come.

Fortunately, Ethelred stayed in the mansion as soon as he heard the news of Narva’s return.

Ethelred, who had been waiting for his brother, was soon able to see a strange-looking reliquary.

“Narva, what is this?”

“This is the real relic I promised you.”

Without hesitation, Narva opened the reliquary and took out the saint’s finger.

“…mummy?!”

Ethelred was startled by the unexpected appearance of the remains, but changed his attitude when he saw Narva treating the relics with respect.

In fact, Narva had considerable respect for the owner of the relic.

I remembered the oath I had made to myself to wait for a long time, perhaps even forever, in a dark and damp underground, with my back to the sunlight, until the moment when the human race completely triumphed.

Narva was able to save an innocent person thanks to that oath.

That too, a woman whom his older brother cherishes dearly.

The unfortunate woman, slumped in her chair and drooling, was immediately affected when the adult placed his finger on the edge of Garta’s chest.

Root shadow nematode.

The traces of the evil miracles of the nature god Sanguio Silva tearing through and digging into his body were being filled in. Of course, the changes were not visible to the naked eye.

But the eyes that had been blankly staring at the floor, having lost their composure just a moment ago, began to waver slightly.

The body that had been lying there listlessly was starting to move again.

It’s as if the dead have come back to life.

“Garta? Can you hear me? Can you move?!”

As soon as Ethelred saw his wife, Garta, moving again, he ran towards her.

The common sense that I had to save face in front of my younger sibling was shattered the moment I saw my wife moving.

Although Garta merely babbled meaninglessly and flinched, Ethelred was so moved by even that sight that he hugged Garta and shed tears silently.

Narva sat up, silently watching the back of Ethelred, who was sobbing silently.

“No matter what happens, don’t let go of the adult’s finger. I will come by from time to time when I have time to check if the curse has been completely driven away.”

“…”

Ethelred did not open his mouth to answer.

It would be more correct to say that it couldn’t be done.

Ethelred was desperately holding back tears that threatened to burst out at any moment, while hugging Garta.

Narva chose to understand and care for Ethelred sufficiently.

Instead of remaining oblivious to Aethelred, who wanted to preserve his pride as a brother and successor, he stepped back appropriately.

The moment Narva left the mansion, a faint crying sound was heard from behind him.

“Tsk.”

The most vicious miracle that Sanguio Silva can use, the root shadow nematode.

Indeed, it was as the adult of the previous generation – the mummy placed on the stone throne – said.

Garta’s appearance is creepy.

It is clear that he was able to utter a few words before he left, but after being defeated by the power of the seal, he became a complete wreck within a few months. The root shadow nematode is a strange creature that is designed to leave behind enormous aftereffects even if it is destroyed.

The gruesome sight wiped out every bit of Narva’s playfulness.

It’s been a while since I’ve had a ‘play’…

It was time to do the ‘work’ that pursued extreme efficiency.

***

The first ‘work’ that Narva started in pursuit of extreme efficiency.

That was the grand compromise with Bishop Ganista.

“Your Excellency, you do not need to come to the office from today.”

“!!!!”

It was such a shocking declaration that everyone in the office put down their writing utensils and papers in shock.

Bishop Ganista, the real protagonist of the incident, just smiled and fiddled with his monocle.

Bishop Ganista’s mouth was filled with cynicism.

“Hahaha, Your Majesty. I won’t fall for the same trick. You’re planning to pile on more work in the name of vacation, aren’t you? This old man isn’t so bad as to fall for it again after being taken advantage of once.”

“From today, you don’t have to do any administrative work.”

“….”

Only then does he raise his head and look at Narva quietly.

Bishop Ganista stared at Narva for a long time, then clasped his hands together and said:

“Are you serious?”

“From today, from this moment on, I, the Most Reverend Bishop of Powis, will be entrusted with the full administrative responsibility.”

Instead, there is a condition -.

After letting out that sigh, Narva spoke without hesitation.

“I would like Bishop Ileniput to request the cooperation of each diocese of the Morning Star Islands to combat the other races and Ise, and to take charge of establishing and operating a wide-ranging investigative organization in conjunction with them.”

Each parish in the early morning system has long since lost its independent status, having been encroached upon by secular power.

This means that it is easily exposed to Ise’s infiltration.

There was only one way to break this phenomenon.

“If possible, with the local monastery.”

A local community that is relatively less influenced by the right of appointment, even if it is secular.

-Creating a new method of extraction in conjunction with the monastery.