Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 205



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205. Putting an end to a bad relationship It’s a bit strange, but I’ve been having some worries lately.

The five areas of work I am currently supervising were not the problem.

To begin with, the average medieval world has serious delays in communication and interaction. There is plenty of time between giving orders and receiving reports, so it is enough to predict problems that may arise and devise solutions in advance.

The most worrisome part of all, the civilian policy, was met with strong opposition from the beginning.

“Yes, the vagabonds and serfs who opposed the Sa-min policy have started a riot.”

Well, that was only natural.

Anyone who is forced out of their comfort zone and into a dangerous periphery will rebel.

I understood the plight of the people who could not bear to obey orders and raised their farm tools.

“Move the riot police and militia prepared to punish the pagans and strike.”

Of course I understood.

“yes…?”

I answered in a firm tone to the monk who asked with a dumbfounded face.

“Even if they are serfs, it is an act of sending them away from their hometown. If we leave this unrest alone, it could easily lead to an uprising. I thought I could set an example. It will be even more of a headache when the lords of the manors who do not want their labor force taken away secretly support them.”

“but.”

“Negotiations come later. We will make it clear to them that the Church will never back down from this civil policy. If you feel that the criticism is focused on secular power, feel free to call me.”

A person armed with charity and tolerance here might have made a different choice than I did.

However, there is a story like this in ancient China.

When a huge forest fire broke out and threatened to spread to where people lived, the people did not put out the fire but instead plundered the animals that were left behind. The king, not knowing what to do, asked his subjects for advice.

The subject was a person who believed in the theory of human nature being good and that people should be educated through virtue.

Even such a subject acknowledged the necessity of fear and violence at this moment, and advised them not to promise rewards, but to punish harshly those who did not put out the fire.

The king accepted this advice, and the people, fearing harsh punishment and seeking immediate gain, banded together to stop the forest fire from spreading.

People, past and present, whether on Earth or in other worlds, are more sensitive to losses than to gains.

If so, than the loss caused by the private sector policy.

“Those who do not obey the will of the church will be branded as heretics and instigators of this world and will all be punished.”

Shouldn’t we make it clear that the losses from disobedience are much greater?

As it turned out, this method was very successful.

The ringleaders of the riot and their families were immediately put on the gallows. Of course, there were methods that were much more brutal and had a stronger impact.

However, overly cruel execution methods were deliberately avoided.

Cruelty and fear are ultimately nothing more than covering a boiling pot with a lid. Even if you tightly close the lid on a boiling pot, it will eventually burst.

The moment the threshold is crossed, fear tends to turn into hatred and anger, so the right level is most important.

After showing an example like this, I appealed to the fact that the private sector policy does not only have disadvantages.

“Instead, we will persuade His Majesty the Duke of Powis to promise many years of tax exemption and land ownership to exemplary church members who obey the people and immigration. If the yield is lower than expected, we will support them so that they can live a minimal life as tenant farmers instead of handing the land over to the church.”

Of course, after this incident, the nicknames given to me changed.

Until then, he had been given the common nickname of the right hand of the king, but after he presided over this powerful civil policy, he was given negative nicknames such as ‘Black Bishop’ and ‘Raven’.

But it’s a solved problem.

My concerns were different.

It went smoothly for me to secretly inspect whether our monks and priests were doing their jobs well, to check if our friends were having fun, and to teach the servants while appropriately beating them.

It wasn’t because of the absence of Karina, the human typewriter who always wrote diligently and left records, nor was it because I was half-jokingly and half-seriously thinking about bringing back Bishop Ganista.

This is something I sincerely and seriously think about, as I always move forward with a bright, positive, and enterprising attitude.

“weird.”

“Yes? What’s strange?”

At that moment, John Min-meori was signing off on some documents as the head of the colonial office.

Well, John, even though he looks like that, he’s a trustworthy friend.

Unable to contain my seething anxiety, I tapped my index finger on the table and let out a sigh full of agony.

After all, it’s not good to suffer alone.

Now it was my turn to vent to my friend.

“No, it was because what was supposed to happen didn’t happen.”

“Haven’t you eradicated the serf rebellion by the roots?”

“Not that one.”

I thought of a poor woman who had been trampled by the ruthlessness and cruelty of power.

Miriam Orne Yubas.

We must mourn her unfortunate life, in which she fought steadfastly to live her life despite the harsh fate.

“Isn’t it time for Miriam to die?”

“…”

There had to be a narrative that would put Enon at the forefront as a faithful servant of the church, but she wasn’t dead.

That’s why Yubas, who was supposed to act on my behalf, is acting like this.

No.

Perhaps it would be right to say that Yubas had noticed this side’s intentions.

If Miriam were to die here, it would be considered that Yubas had rejected the church’s offer, and he would naturally be at odds with the faithful church members who were loyal to the royal family.

This change in Yubas’ attitude was quite surprising.

“The guy who used to rush in without thinking when trying to kill me has become very cautious.”

Yubas Gaju, Byer Orne Yubas.

The guy who had been trying to expand his power by using all sorts of tricks was crouching down when it was his turn to be ripped off.

One thing that makes him stand out is his knack for annoying people.

“I wish Miriam would die soon, but this is becoming a hassle.”

There are few things more frustrating than when things just don’t work out.

Now that I see Yubas come to his senses, I feel very uncomfortable.

My kind friend, John the Dim-Haired, seemed to deeply understand this concern and began to tremble in relief.

“Your Majesty. No matter what, it’s a bit much for a priest to speak so openly. Besides, isn’t it bullying that boy, Enon?”

“John, all great stories are always followed by trials and sacrifices.”

People are naturally moved by stories that touch their hearts and dramatic narratives.

And most of those stories had a remarkable twist or tragedy that drew people’s anger and outrage.

Enon’s narrative was already perfect.

A mother who was treated unfairly and then unjustly killed.

She realizes the [truth] that the person she believed to be her older sister and followed was actually her mother and was murdered by her cruel grandfather and father, the head of the household, and awakens as a leader….

“It’s a truly heartbreaking and promising story, conceived and directed by His Holiness the Pope and myself.”

I wiped my reddening eyes with my sleeve and made a promise.

To act for Enon as a teacher and guardian.

Min-Muri John was disgusted by this decision and pointed out a very important point.

“If that’s the case, wouldn’t the guardian, Yeha, actually become the enemy?”

also.

John Min-meori, one of those insightful people who sees straight to the heart of the matter.

I burst out laughing, making a gunshot sound with my index fingers on both hands.

“In doing so, Enon’s narrative is completed!”

And the build-up to completely dismantle Yubas will also be completed.

This body is the stigmata apparition, the close associate of the Holy See, and the resurrected lonely king.

If Enon moves against me according to human morality.

I will gain the justification to completely dismantle Enon and Yuvas, who have ungratefully forgotten the grace of the church and bared their teeth.

***

Time really flies.

Especially when you are passionate about your work.

Two years have already passed since I returned from the city.

So on February 5, 1219.

I came across a suicide note with truly heartbreaking content.

Miriam Orne Yubas, an assistant who had been cooperating with the church and resolved to take revenge on Yubas, was killed in a disaster in the middle of the night.

The presumed cause of death was poisoning.

Miriam, being the clever person she is, seems to have realized that she is being targeted by an assassin.

She sensed that her death was imminent and left a will in which she seemed to be resenting her father.

[You are truly cruel, giving us life and then killing us.]

I picked up my quill pen, sighing at Miriam’s strange fate.

As an intellectual of a shining age, it was my duty to mourn this poor woman of fate.

I don’t think he left his will expecting an answer, but… it’s not a big deal to recite a verse for the person leaving.

The ink, which has been moistened with water, settles on the will.

Beneath the fluttering feathers, I left Miriam with a dirge that will never satisfy her.

[Which decision would be better: to allow the war to continue, leaving the potential for conflict and strife, and allowing tens of thousands of innocent people to die, or to stop the war with the death of one person?]

I saved the life that was going to die anyway, and I took it away.

If I had been lucky, it might have been a good relationship, but strictly speaking, it was the woman who tried to stab me, so you could say it was karma.

John Min-meori, who was the only one who knew the whole story, made a genuinely disgusted expression.

“Your Majesty… What on earth did you see in the city?”

“What did you see?”

“It may be strange, but I don’t think you’re this cruel.”

He’s a guy who always puts his own comfort first.

That bald John was worried about other people, other parts.

It may be the closest relationship after family.

As I thought about it, a smile naturally appeared on my lips.

“John. I will establish a king. A strong focal point that will unite this rabble, a king who will be the only opponent capable of standing against Ise.”

“What is this and…”

“And in our Duchy of Powis, there are many men who are qualified to be kings.”

Although the process of ascending to the throne was problematic and the subject of gossip, Duke Athelton was a virtuous king who valued cooperation and contracts between lords.

The eldest son, Ethelred, inherited his father’s strengths and is excellent at finding diplomatic solutions and mediating conflicts.

The second son, Terveer, is a billion times farther from the imperial department, but he is exceptionally good at leading people in times of crisis.

Everyone is kind.

He had a lot of human charm, so he was promising as a leader.

“But to be a king, to wear the crown, there are times when you can’t do what you have to do.”

A king must not be influenced by personal feelings.

It should not be too cruel, nor should it be too lenient. It should not be too repetitive in its purges, nor should it be too reciprocal.

Above all, you must not let people get bored and leave…

“But if it’s a title that isn’t inherited, a lineage that will never be continued, or a person who will end in their lifetime, it’s a different story. It’s even more so if they’re already a person who has been struck down from the family tree.”

“…”

“That’s why I’m going to run wild as much as I can while I’m alive.”

I am serious.

I will not allow my family and descendants to experience the miserable experience of living as a puppet king.

For that, I was willing to dance like a dog with a sword.

I handed John a quill and a piece of paper full of writing and said,

“If there’s anyone you don’t like, or someone you really want to kill, write them down here.”

“…No way, this is it.”

“I just wrote down the ones that came to mind.”

But John the Dimwit took it differently.

At some point, a false rumor started to spread that I was writing a death list.

The honest, hard-working, and devout Bishop Narva is the one who chooses only those to kill, and if a devout person denounces a person who has committed a mortal sin, he will gladly sign his name.

The wise adults knew this was nonsense and did not approach rashly, but the children were the problem.

“teacher.”

Enon.

Our cheerful little boy approached us with a stiff expression on his face.

“Did you come here to review?”

“I came here to report you.”

“That’s just a rumor.”

But Enon didn’t believe me.

He approached me briskly, holding a black piece of charcoal that seemed to have been brought from the kitchen, and wrote a name in large letters on a piece of paper nearby.

The name was the same as that of Bishop Mo, who was famous for being faithful and hardworking.

As soon as Enon wrote down the name, he gave me a strange look and declared.

“Teacher, you owe me this.”

“ha ha ha.”

Enon is also quite a cheeky kid.

“If you’re going to attack, then attack.”

This Narva.

He is a man who puts his heart and soul into even dealing with young children.

“I will prove to you that the saying that a disciple surpasses his master is nonsense.”

Enon answered me with a calm face, without showing any sign of anger.

“If you act so arrogantly, you will be surprised at how much your disciple has grown.”

Seeing that expression, I felt a mixture of relief and regret.

It seems like the day of Yubas’s disbandment will take some time.