Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 211



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211. Let’s do what we want. Of course, the disciples’ requests could not be properly accepted.

The opponent was none other than Bishop Narva.

This refers to a man who is good at subduing his opponents with plausible sophistry without having to resort to force.

Why is there so much discrimination among disciples?

The desperate protests of Eurydice, Enon, and Martin were overshadowed by Narva’s firm response.

“Arsenios is a boy who knows what he has to do and has been working hard to fulfill that role since a young age.”

Narva’s office felt colorless and odorless, despite its stained-glass windows.

Because all there was was the stale smell of parchment or paper, and the occasional lingering smell of ink.

A strange place where no human scent or traces can be felt.

There, a strange atmosphere was created as an inhuman person, Bishop Narva, began to loiter with a backpack on his back.

“It’s different from you guys.”

“Uncle, we are trying too, aren’t we?”

Yurid expected Narva’s nonsense, even as she threw a sharp retort.

But if it were normal, I would have just responded with a resentment, but this time, Narva’s reaction was not ordinary.

The moment Narva turned around and faced Yurid.

“Are you kidding me by saying you want to become a knight?”

Yurid felt as if the blood that had gathered in her face had turned cold.

A cold gaze that was never shown to blood relatives.

The eyes of the rulers who had long ago decided what to discard and what to keep were looking at Yurid.

It was to do the weighing that had been put off day after day just because of my nephew.

There wasn’t even a hint of the mocking smirk on Narva’s face.

The voice was calm, without a hint of excitement.

It wasn’t a fierce, driving tone either.

Narva began to speak with a more subdued tone than a lonely, miserable drunkard in a quiet atmosphere.

“It is the duty of a noblewoman not to become a knight like you. Do you think that the serfs are nothing but crippled bastards, so you pay taxes while reducing your own food?”

“Yes, uncle.”

“The serfs were the ones who desired a stable life and peace, even at the cost of giving up most of their rights as freemen, and they demanded this from the lords, from our nobles. At least, the church regards the relationship between the serfs and the lords as a contractual relationship born of this understanding.”

Phew.

Take a deep breath.

Narva then took a deep, slow breath, then turned around and looked out the window.

He said this while deliberately ignoring Yurid, who was looking at him with confusion.

“Nevertheless, this uncle respected your wishes and did his best to provide you with opportunities and a place. He spared no effort in training and practicing you to become a true knight, and he even prepared a military organization in which you would later become a commander.”

“that…”

“But you are too neglectful of your duties, which is the exact opposite of what this uncle is trying to do to fulfill your wishes.”

Even Yurid, who was about to refute, had no choice but to keep her mouth shut.

That was the truth.

It’s easy to forget because his usual behavior was so vicious, but when you look at the facts, Narva was extremely devoted to Yurid.

The position of a priest who accepts women as his servants is bound to attract suspicious views.

Even if the rumors were not necessarily related to sex, there were many articles that said that the act of sending women as warriors into the sacred battlefield was dishonorable and blasphemous.

And Narva, despite all this opposition, resistance, and outright contempt, accepted Eurydice as her squire.

In the end, all Yurid could do to rebel was to throw tantrums.

“…Uncle. Are all nobles like that? Aristocrats can’t do what they want, and they marry people they don’t like?”

“Oh. That should be it.”

“Then I’ll stop being a noble.”

“Really? I don’t think you’ll be satisfied with a life outside of nobility.”

Although it was just a complaint, Narva did not slow down his attack.

Still looking out the stained glass window, he turned his back to Yurid and continued to lash out at her.

“Can you consider it romantic to appease your hunger with a bowl of soup made with cabbage and millet, to dig up rocky soil with a rusty hoe, and to wander through the forests and hills in search of food all year round, picking wild flowers and sucking their petals to taste their sweetness?”

“Even if you try to scare me with words like that, I won’t be affected.”

“If you are prepared to spend your whole life on guard, looking for someone to accept you, in a coarse woven garment that will chafe your skin even with a little running, exposed to violence with no one to accept your antics, then get out of here.”

“With those words…”

As Narva gave specific examples, Yurid’s rebellion grew fainter.

Enon and Martin were shocked to see Yurid, who was always so arrogant and proud, shrink back.

‘Miss Enon, it seems that His Majesty is very angry. I think it’s time to step back…’

‘That’s what the teacher wants. If you want to talk to me, you can’t back down.’

As the two people were making their own determination.

Narva had pushed hard enough and called out to Yurid in a looser, softer voice.

“Yurid. This uncle is trying his best to find a groom to your liking.”

“…I know, Uncle.”

“But now it seems to me that it is your turn to join in the effort. As you know, you are the only legitimate daughter of Lord Tervere. You may think it doesn’t matter, but remember that every time you wander like that, your father is looked down upon.”

“Don’t drag Dad in!”

“What do you mean you’re pulling me down and telling me not to pull you in?”

“Ugh.”

In reality, Terveer is a total failure in raising children because he has spent his entire life on the battlefield.

Because Yurid grew up so poorly under him, she was not even aware of her qualities as a noble.

But today, at this moment.

Yurid began to feel a certain sense of responsibility after hearing Narva’s stinging admonition that she had been holding on to.

“You have come at a good time. From now on, all training will be temporarily suspended. I will ask several ladies and your mother to teach you the various virtues and etiquette that a lady should have. Reflect while you learn.”

“What?”

“There were guys who said they’d rather have sex with men than marry you.”

“Ugh.”

Yurid, who had been pretending to vomit, soon folded her arms with a glum expression.

As expected of the proud Yurid, she seemed to have an ulterior motive when she heard the excuse for avoiding the marriage proposal.

Yurid revealed her seething temper bluntly.

“Tch, I get it. Do you think I can’t act like that?”

“…”

Narva couldn’t bring herself to answer.

Instead of cheering or laughing in vain, he simply waved his hand and gave a congratulatory order.

Still, somewhere in my heart I was breathing a sigh of relief.

If even this super-rain fails, I was seriously considering whether I should prepare the third stage of Lux Stella’s miracle of devotion, the silver blood, as a dowry.

Finally, Yurid leaves the office, leaving the two of them with a sullen expression.

“next.”

Narva faced his next opponent.

The second opponent was none other than Martin Orn Suster, a strong candidate for Euryde’s groom.

“Yes, am I free now?!”

Martin seemed to have a glimmer of hope as he watched the taunts directed at Yurid just now.

Even in the sunlight, her eyes, which sparkled unusually, were poking at Narva’s back.

And Narva.

“No. You are insurance.”

That hope was sharply cut short with just two words.

“If you wish to be treated as Arsenios’ equal, swear that you will gladly become the bridegroom of Eurydice.”

Martin was in many ways the opposite of Yurid.

As soon as he heard Narva’s proposal, his face hardened and he immediately bowed.

“How can a child of a mere nobleman be compared to the noble eldest grandson of the ancient Powis family? I know this is an unreasonable act and I will now step down.”

“Tsk.”

The last remaining disciple was Enon.

A child whom he had secretly considered his disciple before Arsenios appeared, and to whom he had actually unknowingly given much attention and care.

Perhaps because of the harsh environment and conditions that Narva taught him, Enon was extremely bold when he saw Yurid and Martin retreating helplessly.

“Teacher, teacher.”

“…”

“Arsenios, come to think of it, do I really need to fight Arsenios?”

The clever Enon had some idea of ​​what Narva was planning.

It seems that he intended to involve those around him in order to incite a competitive spirit and make Arsenios, who would later lead the Duchy of Powis, accustom himself to conflict.

So why did Enon try this foolish trick, knowing that Narva would not treat him as an equal?

Why did you come here to demand that discrimination stop?

Narva frowned as he realized what Enon had come for.

“Me and Arsenios. There’s an age difference, but hehe. I’m confident I’ll be a good wife if we get married.”

“stop.”

“Isn’t that much better? You don’t have to go through all the trouble of getting Yubas on your own.”

He wasn’t an ordinary kid from the beginning.

It seems that an extraordinary sprout has blossomed after meeting an extraordinary teacher.

Narva turned around as soon as he heard the offer that was both a deal and a provocation.

Just to look at Enon.

“You haven’t taught me yet that if you provoke others without any power or influence, you’re finished.”

“Hehe, then I guess you’ll have to teach me the rest.”

“This cheeky guy.”

But when Narva turned around, a sincere smile was overflowing on his lips.

A strong competitive opponent who can fight to the end is rare.

Even if it was because of resentment, it was truly precious to have someone who did not back down just because the opponent in front of them was strong.

“You should learn swordsmanship, not Yurid.”

Especially if it’s an evil spirit that can swing its sword until one of them is finished.

***

Years have passed.

Now the Duchy of Powis stands before the bar to judge the fruits of its transformation.

With Bishop Narva, who led the change.

Bishop Narva’s policies and decisions have always been subject to much skepticism and have given rise to countless controversies, with opinions sharply divided.

Most solutions came with ethical dilemmas and sometimes seemed to be a precarious tug-of-war on a gray area where black and white were not clearly visible.

But now that time has passed, there is only one external evaluation of the Duchy of Powis standing on the judgment seat.

“I heard those cruel pagans won’t come near Powis?”

“Keulkeulkeul, did you know that Bishop Hou isn’t only harsh to his followers?”

Forts and watchtowers were built to follow the countless villages that settled and grew in the frontier under harsh colonial policies.

And the existence of a strike force that can respond quickly based on smooth local supply and cooperation.

A unified national opinion without any opposition, even if it was through the power of fear and notoriety.

A mountain of data from persistent censuses and land surveys.

A complex but meticulous administrative system based on the traditions, systems, and credit built up by the church.

The Ordo Sanctus Ilenio, a society that has begun to take full action against the influence of Ise that is beginning to sprout everywhere.

finally-.

“Your Majesty, while the hordes of Ise are catching their breath, we too have caught our breath. Powis has grown to the strength to support a larger population, and is now qualified to seek independent authority.
But there’s just one thing missing. Just one thing.”

-The person who initiated and established all these reforms, Bishop Narva.

Narva, with his ceaseless enthusiasm, would always look for new work whenever one task seemed to be completed or smoothly transferred.

This time it was the same.

Narva declared himself a favorite and prime minister and went to find his father, Duke Æthelton, before anyone could summon him.

“An authority and legitimacy that everyone in the Morning System can accept. That’s what we need to stand up to Ise.”

“Bishop… your words are like…”

“yes.”

The youngest son, who sold his appointment rights at will and acted however he pleased, incurring the resentment of everyone.

Duke Athelton could now see that image washing away.

What was in front of me was no longer the little boy who hated fighting, was afraid of it, and cried.

But I knelt before King Athelton and bowed my head.

“After this, Bishop Powis, a person who, however inadequate, represents the light of humanity and resolves to protect humanity.”

This man still exudes a confident air.

“I believe it is time for a new king to sit on the throne that has been vacant for 600 years, and I would like to nominate the candidate before my eyes now.”

“Me? No, but…”

“Your Majesty, do not worry about opposition.”

He declared with the success he had intended on his back.

“Currently, there are only two dioceses that are functioning normally in the Morning Star system and are fighting against Ise. Of these, the only ones that will become the backbone of the future Inse are the Diocese of Powis and the Bishop in charge of it.”

It was at this moment that Narva raised her head.

It’s an arrogant and spiteful look.

Despite committing countless mistakes, he was always confident and willing to accept all the criticism without any sign of reflection.

But Prince Athelton saw the smile forming on the lips beneath those eyes.

That smile was always directed at a man who was indecisive and sometimes hesitant because he was bound by feelings, but who cared deeply for his family and never took back the trust he had once given them.

“The one I crown will be the only rightful king!”

It was to the point where even the father’s heart was shaken a little when he suddenly got down on his knees in front of his son.