Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 210



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210. What did the teacher do wrong? Recently, there is one person who has been attracting attention in the Duchy of Powis.

Arsenios.

He is the only legitimate son of Aethelred, who will later inherit the Duchy of Powis, and is the grandson who receives the unsparing protection and favor of his great-uncle, Bishop Narva.

Originally, she would have lived with Ethelred and his wife, but unfortunately, the aftereffects of her biological mother, Gartha, were not completely overcome.

“Son. Son-.”

“Yes, son. That’s our son, Garta. Do you see? Narva? Garta said it was his son!”

“Yes, I can see it.”

Garta stammered and barely opened his mouth to speak to Arsenios, who was staring blankly at him.

Ethelred jumped up and down in joy at those words, while Narva nodded silently in response.

Meanwhile, Arsenios glanced at Narva, not knowing what to say.

“Godfather.”

“Dad, even if it’s frustrating and difficult, keep trying to talk. Keep talking and even if you don’t get an answer, tell him anything you want. Not only will it make your father happy, but it will also serve as an important link when your mother recovers in the future.”

“Uh. Okay…”

Even the holy relics willingly surrendered by the mummy of the Stone Throne could not completely hide the scars that the root shadow nematodes had scoured.

Arsenios’ biological mother, Garta, had mostly regained her intelligence, but had forgotten how to speak and hear, so she was learning each word again.

The silver lining is that learning is fast.

Ethelred was reassured of the possibility of recovery each time Garta recited a new word.

But if you choose one, you end up neglecting the other.

While Aethelred mediated the dispute between the barons and devoted his remaining time to the recovery of his wife Garta, the education of Arsenius was left entirely to Narva.

This caused a considerable emotional distance between Arsenios and the other man.

Even Athlete, who had been jumping for joy just a moment ago, smiled awkwardly.

“I’m sorry, Arsene. Was I too indifferent to you?”

“No. I know that it’s because my father loves my mother very much. It’s enough for me to know that my parents have a very close relationship. Don’t worry, I’m not upset.”

“I-Is that so? Arsene… I, too, will try harder. When Mother fully recovers, let’s spend time together.”

“I see! I will wait with anticipation.”

The dignified appearance of my son, who is now about six years old, seems to have brought me countless emotions.

Ethelred quietly left while Arsenius continued talking to his mother, Garta.

To talk to Narva, who was watching the family reunion from a few steps back.

“I’m sorry, Narva.”

“You’re sorry?”

“Honestly, I had my doubts. I wondered if leaving Arsenios in your care was the right decision.”

Then Narva answered with a confident smile.

“Changing doubts into certainty is what I do best.”

The smile of a godfather who cherishes his godson so much.

Ethelred, faced with that smile, felt a sense of relief and strengthened his resolve.

“But I still can’t go to college.”

“…”

“Just look at your other disciples. As a father, I know it’s a bit odd to say this, but why do you so cherish Arsenios?”

It wasn’t a question asked with much significance.

It was just a meaningless question asked with the intention of lightening the mood and teasing his quirky younger brother, Narva.

So when I felt the weight of the answer that came back, I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.

“I think the love the king receives is too light.”

“It’s light?”

“Even if it seems like an unchanging respect, it can be overturned with one mistake. I think that even the most outstanding saintly king will face this situation at least once. Isn’t it too easy to feel lonely?”

Narva was looking at Arsenios with a lonely look in his eyes, his shoulders back.

“Ultimately, the most important thing in a burning candle is the wick.”

I remember him persistently talking to my mother, who still stutters.

“When the time comes for Arsenios, when everyone hates and despises him, I am trying to instill in him the belief that there was, is, and will be someone who truly cares for him.”

“….”

“People are surprisingly simple, so they won’t collapse with just that one belief.”

Ethelred hesitated for a moment in this heavy atmosphere, but soon realized.

“What does that have to do with bullying other kids?”

Then Narva raised the corners of his mouth and bared his teeth like a mischievous little boy.

“If you raise them too vigorously, they will be ruined. Shouldn’t they learn and ponder ways to resolve the absurd hostility and unintended conflicts that they face?”

Only then did Ethelred turn his head away with a disgusted expression.

“Once Garta gets better, I will take over Arsenios’ education again.”

***

Of course, Narva did not discriminate against his disciples without reason.

It’s not actually that indifferent or abusive.

In the case of his niece, Yurid, who resembled Terveer exactly, he was doing his best to find a wife.

The problem was that all of her plans were ruined when her original plan to marry Count Gaitan was completely ruined.

“Your Majesty, do you know why I followed the elf’s instructions?”

Count Gaitan.

Even though he was a henchman of Ise due to his timid personality and the secret history of his family, there was something he could never give in to.

“I dreamed of having a happy family with a warm and gentle wife and having children.”

“How dare you dream such a dream while living as Ise’s lackey?”

“I have committed an unforgivable sin. So I have given up. I have decided that I will gladly pay for the karma of my ancestors in my lifetime.”

Here was the determination of Count Gaitan, who was unable to have a successor due to the curse of Ise.

“If this is the end of my family, and I am to be remembered as the last lord, I want to be remembered as a lord who was kind and warm to his people… as a lord who promised them prosperity and a stable life.”

Count Gaitan was uncompromising, at least when it came to managing his estates.

And he did not allow the territory that was supposed to be his everything to be reduced to a mere political expendable.

“You probably intended to give this territory as a dowry to Miss Yurid, who would soon become a widow after marrying me. However, even though I am rotten and decayed, I have never cared only for my own safety. Despite my appearance, I am one who knelt before the elves for the survival and safety of the territory and its people.”

“Do you hate Yurid that much? What’s wrong with you? She’s a beautiful, outstandingly pretty, and healthy girl.”

“Your Majesty, if I were to marry Lady Yurid now, do you think the other counts would stay still? Their intentions are so obvious?”

“…”

Count Gaitan has shown surprising insight and pointed out the problems inherent in marriage negotiations.

And then, looking straight at the speechless Narva, he declared with slightly trembling lips.

“I didn’t care about the founder, the Ise, or the human race. All I wanted was for our territory and its people to survive. And soon… after I die, this place will belong to the Powis family.”

“No, so if you marry Yurid, I will take care of all the aftermath that will follow.”

“If that’s the case, I don’t think you’ll be so eager to get the land that will eventually be returned to the Powis family. Please don’t force me into a terrible married life, since I’ve already decided to remain single.”

“No matter what, it’s better than living alone…”

“My resolve is firm. If you must kill me, then kill me! Those who would question the rule of the Powis family, who plot to usurp lands in broad daylight, will be the ones to carry out my vengeance!”

There was no use in making any further marriage proposals to Count Gaitan, who was determined to firmly reject the offer, even risking a suspicious death.

Even Narva, who always enforced his will, responded strongly enough to raise both hands and feet.

But that doesn’t mean I can give up on my nephew’s marriage.

Eventually, Narva went around petitioning countless noblewomen to find a wife for his niece, Euryde.

“I heard that you can become a knight in the body of a woman. If you sweat and sweat with men of a similar age, you might make eye contact. Aren’t you still rolling around with men?”

“Do you dare to question the chastity of this bishop’s upbringing? Do you dare to question the noble lineage of Powis?”

“That’s… that’s not it! Anyway, there’s nothing I can do about having such suspicions, that’s what I’m saying…! The more Your Highness acts tyrannically, the fewer people will agree to marriage proposals!”

The authority that Narva usually displayed was of no use.

No one volunteered to take Yurid as their daughter-in-law, and when it came to finding a suitable groom, they were busy listing the faults of their own children.

“My son likes that blue color…”

“Yes! Our eldest son already has three government officials!”

Narva also responded with an extremely strong stance against such an obvious trick.

“Don’t worry. I can discipline you all with my fists.”

But the lords never backed down.

When Narva repeatedly proposed marriage, she finally resorted to extreme tactics.

“Wow, there have been a lot of marriages between families lately. There have been a lot of engagements, and there are even couples getting married when they’re only twelve years old… It seems like there’s love everywhere!”

“…”

“Your Majesty, instead of being so bleak all the time, why don’t you take advantage of this time to officiate a few times?”

– Narva, who had guessed the context, closed his eyes tightly in front of the bald John who was smiling brightly as if he knew nothing.

Yurid is also fully grown.

Enough time had passed for the newborn Enon, whom I had met before I left, to show off her appearance as a respectable young lady.

There hadn’t been a single proper marriage proposal until then.

Considering that the average noble family would start looking for a fiancé and preparing for marriage around the age of 8, or at the latest 14, it was quite late at the latest.

In the 21st century, she is still quite young, but in a world where marriage is considered an alliance and a coming of age ceremony, she has to worry about becoming an old maid.

Because of this, even Narva, who was relatively tolerant of women, could not stand the anxiety.

Finally, one day, unable to bear it any longer, he called Yurid and confronted her.

“Yurid, your self as a knight is precious, but your self as a woman and as a nobleman is also precious.”

“Uncle, what are you trying to say?”

“You should start to develop your character little by little. If you want to get married.”

“Ah… I was going to tell my uncle anyway.”

“?”

And Narva realized why all her marriage proposals had failed.

“My potential grooms. I met them after they offered me a hand-to-hand fight, but they were much weaker than me.”

“…”

“I understand that he’s worse than my father, but isn’t it a bit much for a man to be worse than me?”

“There aren’t many men your age who can beat you, who have been trained under the guidance of this great uncle. It’s not that you are great, but that this uncle, the educator, is great. If you can’t tell the difference, there’s a real chance that you won’t be able to get married.”

Narva continued to persuade the deluded Yurid.

Little did they know that it would bring disaster.

After hearing Narva’s repeated persuasion, Yurid looked down at her fingernails with an indifferent attitude and said.

“Then what…”

“Then what is it?”

“I guess my uncle can take me.”

At that moment, Narva burst into laughter.

“The idea of ​​wanting to marry your father or uncle is a ridiculous claim that only a very small girl would be allowed to make, Yurid.”

“I don’t feel like it either… My uncle is the only man whose skills are on par with my dad’s. Can’t I help it?”

Yurid sighs with a pout.

“…!!!!!!!!”

Narva noticed it only after seeing the sight.

I noticed and shuddered.

The standard that Yurid thinks of is not the world’s perception.

It is said that only Terveer is strong.

***

Martin Ornster’s case was unfair.

Narva began a careful interview with Martin as soon as he arrived.

Martin’s misfortune was here.

“Appearance, pass.”

An excellent and hygienic appearance that passes the standards of Narva, which is famous for its cleanliness.

“You like reading and a calm, stable atmosphere, don’t you? You seem to have a good reputation among the serfs on the estate.”

“Yeah, well…”

“Pass in personality and character section.”

“?”

He had the patience to endure hardships with his father, who was an active knight, and a reputation that was so good that even the serfs looked upon him favorably.

“It seems like your father did a good job of training you in the basics.”

“Ugh, Your Majesty. I want to be the greatest strategist, not a knight.”

“Physical, pass.”

“Yes?”

A body that was trained thanks to the evil and cruel treatment of his father, Hustan Ornster.

“What do you think of Yurid Orn Stregos Glerio Powis, the beautiful young lady of our Powis family?”

-All these misfortunes have forced us to ask questions with fixed answers, to make choices we cannot avoid.

“That… is… so… beautiful…”

“Beautiful.”

“Unlike most girls… she’s very active…”

“I saw diligence and perseverance in constantly trying to move forward, and a pioneering spirit in seeking to advance rather than being satisfied with one’s situation.”

Clap clap clap clap.

Narva began to applaud, wiping away tears.

It was applause that signaled the beginning of something and the end of someone.

Martin, who sensed that the nightmare was starting and that he was going to be finished, waved his hands in protest with a thoughtful face.

“Ha! But yes!”

“hmm?”

“The gap between me, who is still only a child of a noble family, and Miss Yurid, the one and only treasure of the Powis family and the one and only woman that everyone refuses, is too great! Isn’t there a law that governs marriage between the noble and the common?!”

Marriage between noble and common people.

The trump card that Martin pulled out was the tradition and custom that only nobles of the same status could marry.

But the opponent was Narva, who had already transcended those traditions and customs.

“Don’t worry.”

“Oh, you understand?”

“When you become a knight of one person’s share, this Bishop Hu will give you honor, status, and even his life to connect the two of you!”

***

Enon’s case was more complicated.

Enon began to hide his feelings after Miriam’s death became known.

However, he would sometimes display sharp aggression.

“Teacher, I have a question for you.”

“Okay.”

The aggression hit Narva where he hated the most.

Enon asked absentmindedly, fluttered the bookshelf.

“If you intend to claim to be my guardian and put me on the throne, wouldn’t it be better for you to become my godfather?”

“Enon, your father is over there in Yuvas.”

“Yes, I know. My biological father is Yubas. My godfather, who teaches me various things, is my teacher.”

Finally, Narva sighed and fought back.

“Don’t you have the guts to ask the enemy who took your only family away to be your godfather?”

Enon raised his head, closing the book he had been following with his eyes.

“I decided to do so if I could survive even as a puppet.”

“…”

“My regent, Kardal… is that your uncle? Your uncle protects Yurid so much, but my uncle would be hell-bent on killing me, and that makes my heart suffocate.”

Narva met those eyes and remained silent for a long time.

It was a truly eerie silence, but Enon did not back down and faced Narva.

For a long time like that.

The one who broke the silence was Narva himself, who had brought about the silence.

“There is no place for Yuvas in the kingdom I dream of.”

“What about Enon’s place, not Yubas’s?”

“I have no intention of leaving a single stain on Yubas.”

“Then I must survive and cling on more tenaciously and resiliently than a thistle.”

Despite the grim warning, Enon smiled brightly and opened the book again.

“Okay, teacher. Do you still need me? Let’s start class quickly so I don’t get distracted.”

“…Tsk.”

Narva clicked his tongue slightly.

“I’ll make you spend a whole week just doing homework.”

I lifted the podium without hesitation.

***

When he heard that his disciples were going to protest, Narva’s heart was truly calm.

‘also.’

The three disciples’ dissatisfaction was to some extent intentional and was an unavoidable problem.

It was just tied up with Arsenios’ education.

Sometimes collaboration isn’t everything.

Narva sipped the hot water and scribbled with his quill pen.

‘It doesn’t matter whether you love Arsenios, cherish him, hate him, or dislike him. Until the day you die, you must have constant contact with Arsenios, be interested in him, and be entangled with him.’

Before meeting with my disciples, I need to finish all the heavy work that might pile up.