Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 207



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207. Dear Sir, on the day you were born, there was a story that people living on Earth in the 21st century would greatly sympathize with.

A good war is a contradiction. There is no such thing as a just war.

Everyone will say it with one voice.

They say that war should be prevented at all costs.

Herein lies a dilemma that such people either do not want to think about or turn away from.

So is it right to kill innocent individuals who are the cause of war in order to prevent or postpone war?

Is it morally right to put tens of thousands of people at risk of looting and massacre in order to protect the innocence of one individual?

Miriam Orne Yubas was just such a case.

The moment she demanded a just compensation and price for her strange life, the moment the church decided to support Miriam, war with Yuvas was foreseen.

The only difference is whether the church, realizing that the current lord’s power was unstable, drew its sword first, or Yubas, unable to bear the impatience, drew his sword first.

I broke that tight string of tension.

For the sole reason that it was to buy time for the Duchy of Powis to build up its national power.

As a result, the death of Miriam Orne Yubas succeeded in relieving tensions between the two major powers that were on the verge of explosion.

The church had to buy time until Enon came of age, and Jubas had time to prepare himself for Enon’s coming to claim his place.

It was truly a satisfying ending for everyone, as even Kardal Orne Yuvas, who had been unable to return to his home country and was left floating in a state of conflict with Prince Penrad, was able to catch his breath for a moment.

Of course, the one who was most satisfied with this was me, Bishop Narva.

The lords who had been trying to reduce my power by constantly nagging me have all become like idiots.

When people who had previously just said no started to look at everything with a positive outlook, the process of formulating and implementing policies became surprisingly flexible.

It’s natural to be excited because everything happens just as you think and say.

I smiled with genuine satisfaction as I faced the newly born lords with the power of positivity.

“Our lords are very cooperative with the church these days, so life is worth living.”

Father, the atmosphere in the audience room where Prince Athelton resides was extremely warm.

As the saying goes, the more you say, the better you say.

The lords, who had heard the heartwarming tale, exchanged glances and then responded with faint smiles.

“Who would refuse to contribute to humanity?”

“I’m glad you’ve finally awakened your faith. Hahaha!”

Of course, excessive asceticism tends to wear out a person’s mind.

I promised various gifts that the church could grant only to those who seemed especially devout among the clergy.

“I believe you are aware that the Colonial Office and the Church are responsible for ensuring the safety of the refugees who have recently flocked to the Duchy and for providing them with places to settle and jobs.”

“Yes. Well… But why are you telling me that?”

“It’s not just the undeveloped frontiers that need human help. There are uncultivated fields and forests everywhere, and if there’s enough food, the more people the better.”

Among them, the most favored gift among the faithful believers who loved to take care of others was the immigration policy.

“If Your Majesty provides them with the necessary materials, we will exempt them from paying the corresponding amount of offerings, or lend them a portion of the land owned by the church free of charge. We will also give all the produce from that land to You.”

“…!”

A church that has been reborn as a proper landowner will share its profits even if it is prepared to suffer some losses.

It is natural that the lords’ eyes widen at the treatment that is much more exceptional than they expected.

But it would be a shame if the extraordinary treatment for our VVIPs ended here.

I think faith is also a kind of service.

“Don’t be too surprised. It’s a small consideration for the faithful believers who contribute to the royal family. Always live according to your faith without losing faith. If you still want to serve more and continue to make great contributions… When there is a happy event in your family and you see a child.”

Since providing users with sufficient mental satisfaction and a sense of relief is the core of religious services, it was necessary to take a slightly different path from the mainland churches.

“As a bishop who has been chosen by the stars of humanity, even if it is insignificant, I will gladly pray for your child’s protection. With the support of Ordo Sanctus Ilenio!”

Ordo Sanctus Ilenio.

This was the second purpose of the organization, which was founded to track down the followers of Ise.

Unlike the mainland church, which took sacrifice for granted and was quick to hide the saints’ achievements, the Ordo Sanctus Illenio will promise honor and vengeance befitting the sacrifice.

To do so, it was necessary to make it known to the world that he had the power and influence to do so and to firmly win over the ruling class, the lords.

Maternal loyalty that rivals maternal faith.

“I, really? No, that… does that apply to my son right now?”

“This bishop is not a rascal who swings his sword carelessly. If you prove your piety with an oath, and if you resolve to fight against Ise as a member of the Ordo Sanctus Illenio even if the stigmata do not manifest, I will accept anyone as my comrade.”

-It originates from the sense of being a chosen people, a noble part of the people.

I promised the lords honors and special investitures that only a select few were allowed, and by fulfilling my promises I aroused their lust for honor and envy.

Of course, we put a lot of effort into directing so that the words wouldn’t just look special.

The lords who decided to join the guild despite being skeptical of what I said, just to see what the benefits were, soon found themselves turning away.

Because the [special inauguration ceremony] I promised was worth it.

“Bring me the sword you used when you pledged your eternal loyalty to your lord.”

The lords were originally knights who were recognized for their outstanding dancing skills and were granted hereditary lands.

No matter how much of a landslide you are, those who don’t know how to fight are looked down upon.

Naturally, they wanted to have their children become squires for famous knights, and they were a group with a strong martial spirit, to the point of deliberately stripping the right of succession to children who were not appointed knights.

There were side effects because of that, but… I think it’s right to admit this part.

Even though I hate the knight race, I had to use it where it was useful.

I instructed the lords to bring the swords they used when they were knighted.

Of course, I asked you to bring it for the consecration.

I cut my palm with the lords’ sword without fail and grabbed the blade.

The lords who came to join the second inauguration ceremony were surprised by this sudden action and were surprised twice by the sight that followed.

“Yes, Your Majesty. Blood…!”

The miracle of the third stage of devotion, the silver blood, was very suitable for creating a mysterious feeling.

“The graceful starlight of humanity, the miracle of Lux Stella. As a living witness to it, as the successor to its miracle.”

Here, you can just lower your voice and say anything.

“You are the light that announces the dawn from today.”

“….”

“You will protect your compatriots with ruthlessness and cruelty, and you will remember the fall of Ise with a hint of pity and guilt.”

The sword, which had been so ordinary, was now tinged with a smooth silvery surface.

It was more than enough to move the hearts of men who were knights before becoming lords.

I held the sword upside down, and extended the hilt to greet the new recruit of the Order.

“But rest assured, it will be our descendants who will judge us.”

It was almost like revealing the miracle of the third stage of devotion to the world, but I didn’t care.

If the more I contribute to the royal family, the more dangerous it becomes for those around me, then this side will also gain considerable power. It is a decisive move to see who will win after a hellish arms race.

Among those forces, there was only fear and terror directed at me.

Miriam Orne Jubas’s death was very timely in that sense, because it caught people’s imagination by coincidentally disappearing at exactly the right time.

Thanks to this, people who were deluded by the impression that I was ruthless did not suspect Miriam’s death.

And countless fights were prevented by those who bowed their heads in fear of becoming my enemy.

It’s a bit unfortunate that no one knows this warm, compassionate, and generous person, but what can you do?

I think the rational and reasonable decision would have been to kill Miriam for real.

Rather than leaving room for a half-baked change of heart and giving them a chance to counterattack at the last minute, it would be better to completely uproot them. Once everyone involved in the assassination is taken care of, there is only circumstantial evidence, and there is no one to testify, so it becomes a perfect crime, which is the norm in this day and age.

I actually tried to do that, but…

“Teacher, why is the church so obsessed with sacrifice?”

…I saw Enon, who had a much more mature expression than before, coming to me boldly and asking questions consistently.

A little child who might end up living his whole life as a puppet and then die.

A child who was initially kept alive because he was pitiful, but now he is kept alive because he is useful.

That was Enon.

My secret weapon is to induce the noble Bishop who leads the temple of the Morning System to rebel, and naturally provide a justification for the dissolution of Yubas.

To the poor little boy who can never surpass this teacher, who must never surpass him, and who is destined to eventually perish after feeling the teacher’s wall.

“Sacrifice is a great narrative that makes people accept death. It implies that there is a greater value than life itself.”

“Is there really anything more important than life?”

Rather than a cruel ending where you just lose everything and end up crying, it would be better to provide an ending that is satisfying, even if only a little.

“There is nothing more precious than life.”

This was the last consideration the master could give to his disciple.

I look forward to the day when people will know the truth.

When that time comes, Miriam Orne Jubas, a poor woman of strange fate, will be remembered as a wise and wise woman who saved her life by sending her child to a good teacher.

Along with the undeniable historical truth that Bishop Narva was in fact very considerate!

***

What needs to be done isn’t always what everyone wants.

However, if you put it off or do nothing for fear of hearing complaints from others, it is bound to bring about a bigger disaster.

I realized a long time ago that what needs to be done must be done, so I chose to push through, even if it meant shouldering all the blame, rather than passing it on to others.

Some say it’s cruel, some say it’s vicious…

But there are necessary evils in this world.

No matter how much they criticized me, I had no choice but to keep my mouth shut in the face of the results that became clear as time passed.

The rumors circulating in the world are starting to change little by little.

“Have you heard? In the past two years alone, nearly 100,000 refugees have poured into the Duchy of Powis!”

“The Duchy of Powis, it seems to have been destroyed.”

It is a well-known fact that refugees fleeing war are a group that threatens public order and stability.

In particular, they had to share limited land and food, and although the circumstances were understandable, seeing them rushing in like a group of beggars and screaming for more was enough to make it natural to aim swords at them.

This then leads to fighting between the refugees and the original settlers.

War is something that cannot be avoided, even by refugees who have fled the war.

But here the policies of Bishop Narva shone through.

People gathered in taverns, inns, and around campfires, talking excitedly.

“No. What’s surprising is that the Duchy of Powis not only accepted them, but also maintained security!”

“What? You said 100,000?”

“The policies that were criticized until then turned out to be farsighted now.”

An unprecedented level of harsh civilian policies and the purchase of goods that could be called robbery using food as bait.

Although there were bad laws like this one, there were also plenty of beneficial aspects.

The Duchy of Powis not only gained administrative and institutional conveniences thanks to these two evil policies, but also prevented the continued exodus of its people by the Church’s provision of a minimum guarantee and the steady distribution of a certain amount of food.

The support needed to build new churches and reclaim forests and wastelands was obtained through the understanding and concessions of the lords and the active intervention and continued demands of the church.

The Church was also ahead of all others in recognizing the rights of self-governing communities.

Although no priestly ordinations took place, a considerable number of refugees were ordained as deacons in the Diocese of Powis.

Of course, the results weren’t just carrots.

“Your Majesty, how should we deal with those among the refugees who cannot accept their situation and who show signs of revolt?”

King Athelten, who felt sorry for the refugees while also worrying about his existing people, called me in whenever a difficult problem arose.

Here my answer was fixed at one thing.

“His Majesty has already promised many concessions and rights. If you have not accepted them, then you have not achieved the obedience and satisfaction that the Church emphasizes.”

There was only one way to appease the existing settlers who were dissatisfied with the friendly treatment towards the refugees.

It was to make known to the world that there was one great, just, and absolute principle which they could never transgress.

“Send soldiers to punish them. This bishop will also reveal to them one by one whether they have any heresy. I will punish them one by one and make them understand that pity and compassion alone cannot achieve everything.”

The king cannot do what he is supposed to do.

The moment you lose love, you lose everything.

So I stepped up.

I’ll take all the notoriety.

This attitude has resulted in conflicting evaluations.

“Even so, where is the priest who doesn’t hesitate to kill people?”

Half of the people say it’s excessive.

“But it is becoming clear that if there is anyone in the Morning Star system who can stand against Ise, it is only Bishop Narva.”

But half of the people who need it still do.

In this atmosphere and public opinion, November 15, 1219, arrived.

The reason I decided to set this day aside for special memory is because finally, good news was delivered.

“wah wah!”

A loud and mighty man was born.

My sister-in-law, Garta, who had overcome the aftereffects of the root shadow nematode, was looking at the baby with her eyes that had regained their intelligence under her forehead that was glistening with cold sweat.

He looked calm and collected.

Rather, Ethelred was at a loss, waving his hands around and earnestly begging in this direction.

“I, Narva. Many people came to mind… but I thought about asking my father, but in the end, I decided to ask you.”

Ethelred looked at me with tears in his eyes and appealed.

“This child… would not have been born if it weren’t for you. If there’s anyone who can be this child’s godfather, it’s you.”

Yes, that’s right.

The eldest son of our eldest son Aethelred, the heir to our Powis family, was born.

I felt a lot of emotions as I looked down at the baby who was still crying without being able to move his hands or feet.

A new family came to me, who had failed to protect my family.

“Arsenios.”

“?”

“This is the name I will give to this child as his godfather.”

“Oh, oh…! Arsenios!”

Only then did Ethelred burst into joyful laughter.

“Arsenios, Arsenios! Rejoice, for your godfather is a great man and will protect you from any danger!”

As soon as I heard that boast, I left the room.

There was not enough time.

The Powis family already had the case of Euryde, a living example of failed parenting.

“We’ll have to invite a separate teacher to teach the art of kingship.”

There’s more work to do.

First, it was time to select teachers for the successor, Arsenios.