Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 202



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202. What if they don’t approve it after death? The bishop who returned from the church has changed.

There are individual differences, but it was a common perception. When I thought about what had changed, the biggest thing was that the atmosphere and unique mischievous laughter had diminished.

Is this change really positive?

The priests and monks of the cathedral church were often at odds with each other.

“Is it good?”

“It seems like it’s become more difficult to know what’s on your mind.”

“Ughhhhh….”

After much deliberation, they came to one conclusion.

“It doesn’t seem like a particularly bad thing, so let’s just think positively.”

“It’s hard to know what’s on your mind. It was like that before, too. It’s much better now that you’re not doing anything weird.”

Although it was ambiguous, it was ultimately a positive change.

Some of them liked to discuss the sudden change in Narva after the bishop. Since the church was a place where only silence and peace prevailed, such trivial topics tended to last a long time.

But Narva’s change had a larger meaning.

What would happen if the ecclesiastical barons, who in effect had the power to interfere in the overall internal affairs of the Duchy of Powis, decided to do so?

People soon understood what it meant.

“As the pagan warriors invaded, many settlements collapsed and the authority and administrative power of each parish were put on the chopping block. Despite the fervent resistance of secular monarchs, the pagans encroached on human domains, resulting in considerable human and spiritual losses.”

The true meaning of the story that Bishop Narva told immediately after his return was obvious to anyone who saw it.

“Bartline has fallen, Penrad is reeling from the aftermath, Nevar is disillusioned, and Yuvas is facing internal strife from past losses.”

Narva deliberately promoted the position of the Duchy of Powis, emphasizing that four of the five duchies of the Morning Isles were in a vegetative state.

“Although we respect the independence of each parish and cannot abuse our authority, we are very concerned about the local believers who are in chaos. It is only natural that our parish of Powis, relatively far from the invasion of pagans, feels a sense of mission to help our brothers in the faith.”

Behind this was hidden a sharp intention aimed at the bishops of each diocese and secular monarchs who were seeking an independent status.

“I, Bishop Powis of Narva, hereby declare the birth of an association in order to help the isolated religious communities of each diocese and to join forces with them to keep the light of the faith alive, in conjunction with the independent diocese of Illeniphut.”

The weight of the name I took out after the introduction was beyond imagination.

Ordo Sanctus Ilenio.

The authority of the name Ordo Sanctus, which could not be given the color of the mantle but was only given with the approval of the Holy See, thrilled all who heard the news.

The same was true of the priests and monks of the diocese of Powis, who had not received any word.

Even Bishop Ganista was so shocked when he heard the news that he came back to his office.

“Ordo Sanctus, is that name truly authorized by Your Holiness?!”

And the answer that came back was even more spectacular.

Narva looked up at Ganista with a gentle smile as he sat on his chair.

“I have seen different colored mantles in the Holy City, called Ordo Sanctus. If we rely on them, the entire Isle of Dawn will be ruined. Even the Red Mantles are too busy cleaning up the remnants of the xenos on the mainland to exert their full power, and their bloated organization makes quick work impossible.”

“No, I asked if you had permission, so what the…!”

“Of course I didn’t. If we wait for the conclave while coordinating the interests of each organization that is busy keeping each other in check, we will end up wasting time.”

“Yes!!!”

“Bishop.”

Narva and Ganista.

The two people looked at each other with conflicting eyes.

“The origins of the Church are the armies that rose up, vowing to drive out Ise for the sake of their fellow countrymen. The complicated procedures and paranoid mysticism, I understand now. It was an inevitable choice to minimize the risk of apostasy and eliminate the influence of Ise.”

however.

Narva took a short breath and then declared.

“I don’t know about others, but I will not kneel before Ise.”

“You mean while you were saying that you would tolerate this world? Your Majesty, that is how apostasy begins. The petty arrogance of thinking you can understand has caused all those who foolishly treated this world to turn their backs on humanity!”

It was a rebuttal that sounded like a scream.

Countless precedents made Narva’s attempt seem like a harbinger of apostasy.

“Hehehe.”

However, Narva himself smiled and clasped his hands together as if he was satisfied.

“If even the bishop sees it that way, then the heavy-handed ones among the saints, especially those who have been hit by Yubas once, will begin to intervene in earnest.”

“…Are you serious about that? That ridiculous idea of ​​deliberately revealing the possibility of apostasy in order to draw in the Knights Templar and the Inquisitors?”

“If you want to hire people for free, you have to take that much risk.”

Narva answered, leaning back against the backrest.

“The Ordo Sanctus Ilenio is not an organization that directly pursues and exterminates heretics like a typical knightly order or the Ordo Sanctus Stregos. Its role is simply to trace the traces of heresy and classify those who are clearly suspected of heresy.”

Having already heard the advice of the previous adult that the elves, who were already used to infiltration and infiltration, were weak in records, he had a vague idea.

If we write, aren’t there churches and monasteries scattered all over the world?

Of course, if we fight directly against the other races, we will suffer enormous human and financial losses.

So, he deliberately disguised himself to look like an apostate.

“Organizing an unauthorized organization at will, accepting royalties… I would like to accuse them of heresy right away, but there is no one in the Morning Star system who can replace my position. Furthermore, stigmata manifesters who can directly fight against Ise’s invasion are even rarer. It would be ambiguous for the church, which wants to secure the safety of Illeniphut, the landing point, at least.

But that doesn’t mean we can just ignore it.”

“Ugh.”

“At that time, let’s warmly welcome the people from the mainland who are chasing after heretics and foreign races, and send them the investigative data that we have organized.”

Bishop Gannista let out a short sigh and then gave a brief statement.

“You are probably the only one in the world who would treat the saints and the people of the mainland like hunting dogs.”

On the other hand, Narva tapped the table with his index finger and chuckled.

“Even a hunting dog will run and play only if you throw it some dog gum.”

***

Narva, who announced the founding of the Ordo Sanctus Ilenio, entrusted all related affairs to Bishop Ileniput.

The ostensible reason was the perfectly reasonable one of fearing that Bishop Powis himself would amass too much power and thus be a source of resentment among the other bishops of the Morning Star.

But in reality, he was busy solving problems scattered within the Duchy of Powis.

The first step was the parish synod.

It was the moment when the diocesan synod, a small conclave that had been nothing more than a concept until then and was meant to adapt doctrine to local traditions and customs, began to function as a full-fledged governing advisory body.

“Does it make sense to give up the land that has been passed down through generations in your family for a piece of paper like that?”

“It was clearly a deal that your lord agreed to. There was nothing unfavorable in the contract. Shouldn’t you be the one arguing with your lord, not me?”

People who stiffen their necks and swear at others.

It was a confrontation between a serf who suddenly lost his farmland because of a contract made by a lord and a merchant who wanted to plant commercial crops on the leased land. Of course, there are always people who complain about deals and contracts that have already been concluded.

But the reason this case became the first historical case of a diocesan synod was because of the intention behind it.

“I didn’t know the peasants would rebel to this extent… I have no choice but to terminate the contract.”

The lord who had actually signed the contract with the merchant was awkwardly smiling as if he was a third party and stepping back.

If the church had not notarized this contract, he would probably have returned to his estate and celebrated.

The misfortune of the lord was that the diocesan Synod was the one who rooted out such illegal actions and set fairness as the highest yardstick.

The moment when the church’s legal scholars, who had been silently watching the debate and argument, began to open their mouths and adjust their glasses.

“According to the traditional interpretation of the Church, the serfs received the right to cultivate the land from the lord, the owner, in return for security. As these rights were inherited, they were considered their own land, and indeed the lords often regarded them as such, but the interpretation of the Church is still based on this.”

“Huh, huh… Wait, what does that mean?”

The lord’s face, which had been confident of victory, distorted fiercely.

Regardless, the offensive by the legal scholars belonging to the diocesan Synod did not stop.

“Therefore, the serfs do not have ownership of the land. Rather, the actions of the lord who enters into another contract regarding the land while the contract with the serf is being performed are judged to be an act of double contract that goes against good faith.”

“Wait, wait! Are you guys really trying to imply that it’s my fault? This me?”

And it was just one word that suppressed the lord who opposed the decision of the parish synod.

“Then prove your innocence.”

The first judgment of the historic parish Synod.

Narva, who had been watching silently, wearing a shabby robe, stepped forward amidst the noisy crowd.

The lord scoffed at the sight of his actions, calling him insignificant, but he became thoughtful when Narva threw away his robe and revealed his shoulder cloak.

“Your… Your Eminence, Bishop…”

“The priests who will be sent to your estate will judge whether or not there has been any illegal or unscrupulous conduct.”

A delegation of priests who once sent out salt bonds to check whether salt was properly stored.

The organization, which originally functioned to spread the church’s administrative power to remote mountainous areas, quickly transformed into an inspection team.

Narva made active use of the militia it had previously created here.

He had decided to fully utilize the militia, which he had only said would be accepted regardless of gender and be centered around crossbows and phalanxes.

To do this, he asked Ethelred for help.

“Edwina, take this letter to Sir Ethelred. I must call upon knights and squires to lead the militia. It must be given the impression that it functions under secular power rather than under the authority of the Church.”

“…Your Majesty, there is John too.”

“I value your loyalty as my maid. I will prepare a separate place for you, so please leave my side for now.”

Narva did not rest.

After gently coaxing Edwina, who was complaining, I went to find the children I had left behind for a while.

At that moment, Yurid was bragging to Enon, saying that she had grown a little taller.

After playing at home for a while, he came to Enon, saying he was bored because he didn’t have any friends his age.

In normal circumstances, I might have just watched silently.

“It’s good to be on good terms with Yurid and Enon, but you should also learn how to handle people before that.”

Narva could not stand to watch her only nephew being teased.

“? Uncle? No, but why do you feel so uncomfortable and unsuitable?”

Of course, Yurid didn’t give up when she got angry.

“Teacher… I heard you went out to play alone. I’m jealous~.”

Enon always spoke in a peaceful tone, both then and now.

If it were like before, I would have just agreed with it.

But now Narva was ‘working’.

“Yurid. You once announced the formation of a unit that would accept women. You also said that you would not specifically deny being a knight.”

“uh…?”

“I can give you the background to be able to hold a sword. However, the ability to go into battle cannot be gained without your own efforts.”

This is not the time to be playing around like this.

Even the prickly Yurid was intimidated by the earnest emotion and determination contained in the afterword.

“Yurid, if you truly dream of becoming a knight, take Enon as your seed.”

“Yes? Enon?”

“Ugh.”

Narva declared, looking back and forth between the dumbfounded Yurid and the puzzled Enon.

“Enon will now begin his knightly training with me.”

The opponent is an elf.

A group of people who do not hesitate to assassinate anyone who gets in their way.

If I wanted to preserve my life from them for a little longer and tenaciously, I had to know how to protect myself.