Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 215
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215. The revelation of the gods Peace is worth giving up justice.
It was a mean, almost miserable thing to say, but when I was in a position to enjoy everything, I couldn’t easily refute it.
The moment Yurid came to me in her flowing clothes, I felt the deep value of peace.
Yurid pinched the hem of her dress with the tips of her fingers, spun around, and looked this way.
With the sparkling eyes of a beast, full of curiosity.
It’s a completely different look, but if you say it to her face, she’ll run away and tell Terveer.
I… have chosen to remain silent and turn my back on justice for the sake of peace.
But Yurid began to ask vicious and cruel questions.
“Uncle, what do you think of this? I tried it on because Enon recommended it to me.”
“Why are you asking me that?”
“Well, I can’t help it, since my uncle is the only man who will tell me honestly who my father is without giving a damn about it.”
“You should also know that from now on, I don’t care what you wear.”
Then, Yurid came and poked at the sore spot with a calm and composed look.
“Really? Uncle. Are you serious about that?”
“Tsk.”
The fatal Achilles heel of every teacher and educator.
I clicked my tongue as soon as I heard the outrageous trick of summoning the parents and having a three-way meeting.
The most vicious part here is that he avoids direct mention and starts evading the moment I point it out.
I don’t know where he learned such tricks, but he must have learned only bad things.
Finally, I raised both hands and expressed my intention to surrender.
“It’s quite nice to see. Well, if you just hide the muscles on your arms with your sleeves, they’ll come out surprisingly well. If you just behave with dignity and manners, you’ll be able to attract the attention of most men. I don’t know if they’re the right ones, though.”
“oh.”
“What now?”
“No, it’s just that, Uncle. I thought you were more accommodating than I thought.”
“My nephew has developed an outstanding ability to filter out only the things he wants to hear.”
After Euryde, who was being reborn as a young lady, she took care of Arsenios, who was developing wisely and intellectually.
Naturally, Enon was not pleased with this, and was being held in check by Martin.
“Come to think of it, I heard your sister is busy looking for a spouse. I think your friend, Enon, should also start looking for a spouse soon.”
“Ah, Prince Arsenius…! How dare you make such a dangerous statement so suddenly and without warning!”
“Hehehe. Teacher, it seems like this kid hasn’t received much education yet.”
“Our Arsenios has already realized the importance of political marriage and matchmaking.”
In addition, I paid attention to domestic and international incidents and accidents, carried out various tasks, and met many people.
Our father, Prince Athelton, was one of them.
After I declared that I would crown Prince Athelton as the true king of the Morning Isles, I heard rumors that he was slaughtering chickens to raise money for the coronation, so I took the time to come see him.
He appeared to be disguised and accompanied only a small number of close associates, as if to appeal that it was a private meeting rather than a public one.
Naturally, the conversation between Prince Athelton and me was also private.
“Narva. You’ve done a lot of strange things, but looking back, they weren’t all that harmful.”
Prince Athelton’s eyes were filled with complex emotions.
Yet, there was one major part that stood out clearly, suppressing the other emotions.
“That tearful and gentle child has become such a mischievous brat. Your mother had to see it too. She used to nag you, saying that you were born to hold a pen and live only with it, and not to drag you along to play knight games with your brothers…”
It was just longing.
“This is the first time I’ve heard about your mother.”
“I didn’t say it on purpose. From your perspective, your mother probably wouldn’t remember you properly, but if you even mentioned anything related to her, she would cry for days and wouldn’t even eat properly.”
“That’s the first time I’ve heard that story.”
“Oh, really. That guy has erased all the memories that are unfavorable to him.”
The reason Duke Athelton brought up the subject of his mother was simple.
The atmosphere seemed to have softened somewhat, so he carefully moved his lips away.
“A lot of time has passed. Now, shouldn’t you go see your mother?”
“…”
I couldn’t readily accept that offer.
No matter how much I thought about it, the answer was the same.
Before King Athelton, who saw my expression, could even offer a few words of persuasion, I was the first to shake my head.
“If I were to visit my mother’s grave, which attracts the attention of many people with every action I take, it could create strange public opinion. Of course, if I were to follow my duty as a son, it would be right to visit her…”
“Then we should go and see her. Narva, she is your mother.”
“…After thinking about it carefully, I feel like this isn’t the place for me, who has already been admitted to the church.”
Fortunately, Prince Athelton did not take this answer seriously.
Perhaps it was some kind of inexplicable trauma that the youngest son had.
Normally, I would have nothing to say even if someone yelled at me for saying such weak words, but fortunately, the paths I have taken have proven that I am not weak at all.
In the end, Prince Athelton was unable to say anything and stood up, recalling his childhood.
“Ugh. That kid. He used to cry whenever he talked about his mother when he was little, but he’s gotten colder now.”
“Take a look.”
“He’s even mean to his father. Haa. Where did I start raising him wrong…”
Was it because we had this conversation?
The day that Prince Athelton came to visit.
As soon as I fell asleep, leaning against the back of my chair and under the warm sunlight streaming in through the bars of the window, I had a dream.
I’m talking about a dream from back then that was unnecessarily long but more intense than I thought.
***
Ironically, fame is more easily gained by seeing dead bodies than living ones.
It was when I was stationed on the ruins where the corpses of the dead were spitting out the ashen breath of their cold breath.
Just like roasting sweet potatoes on a pile of fallen leaves, I was walking around with my soldiers wondering if there might be a sizzling, well-cooked piece of meat somewhere in the village that had been completely burned down.
Unfortunately, unlike me, who was armed with a clear desire for revenge, the soldiers’ spirits were weak.
One of the soldiers was poking the ash pile with his spear when he suddenly turned bright red and started digging, so I wondered what it was.
“Barialdo! Isn’t this a pig’s hind leg?”
Indeed, there was a well-cooked piece of meat.
There was a chunk of lean meat that had all the juices drained out of it.
I found one fatal flaw, frowned, and pointed out exactly where it was.
“It’s too long for a pig’s hind leg.”
“But it doesn’t have five fingers like a human’s paw.”
“You have five toes.”
“That’s not a finger!”
The soldier pounded his chest with a frustrated expression as if to ask what the problem was.
Like an astronomy professor who is about to die from frustration after encountering a conspiracy theorist who believes the Earth is flat.
His speech is not slurred, his focus is not blurry, and his reactions are not slow.
I can have a normal conversation and my eyes are bright and clear, but I’m like that.
But he was gulping down his saliva as he pointed at the human leg that was cooked to perfection.
“Look, wherever you look there are pigs.”
“….”
I placed my hand on the hilt of the knife.
The leg the soldier was pointing at. It wasn’t even completely severed.
Among the ash that poured down like fine sand, a torso that was clearly human was revealed to anyone who looked at it.
However, in the soldier’s eyes, the human leg appears to be a piece of meat.
The soldiers who had been mindlessly following this bizarre sight also slowly distanced themselves.
One of the soldiers.
Those who still had a clear mind looked this way with eyes that were a mixture of fear and pity and appealed to me.
“…Barialdo.”
Clank.
If you are attacked by surprise or ambushed, the speed at which you draw your sword will be on a whole different level.
I was able to draw my sword faster than the soldier who was staring intently at the man’s legs noticed.
The soldier, distracted by the delicious hind legs, only noticed me after I drew my sword.
At that moment, the eyes of the soldier who had been calling the human leg a pig’s leg lost their focus and collapsed.
The soldier did not resist.
Rather, he put down the spear he was holding.
He twitched his lips as he faced the tip of the sword aimed at his neck.
“Barialdo, I…”
The afterword was cut off by the blade.
The soldier’s vocal cords were completely cut off, so he couldn’t recite it fully.
But I could tell what the soldier was trying to say, how his lips were moving.
From the soldier’s point of view, it was a final statement.
If I had left some kind of emotional, impressive-sounding words, they would have understood…
It was too short to be called the last.
There was no burning hatred, no sadness to cool all the passions of the world.
It was just one word.
-hungry.
I looked down at the soldier’s head rolling on the floor and couldn’t say anything.
The other soldiers also looked like they understood without saying a word.
Some of them were struggling to hold on, swallowing or spitting out the saliva that was naturally gathering at the smell.
That’s right.
I was hungry.
The only people who can act with a burning desire for revenge are a small minority, surprisingly only people like me.
“…”
Even I was hungry.
And in this land that was devastated by war, there was no way there would be any decent grain left.
They are slaughtering and eating not only livestock but also wild animals, and even chewing and eating insects raw before they are stolen by others.
In the meantime, I realized that when you wrap fire around human skin, it gives off a nice smell.
It was so bad that the smell of burning human flesh was not disgusting or unpleasant, but rather sweet.
Still, I held on.
Only the last bit of pride that one can never become like one’s enemies, and the last bit of revenge that one must eat one’s enemies.
We were preventing them from turning into cannibals who indiscriminately attack innocent villages.
In this situation, looking at the headless, crumbling corpse, all I could say was one word.
“Don’t eat it.”
No, actually it was two words.
“I’m dying.”
This is what happened when I was spending days like this.
This time, I thought there were no survivors, so I was about to back away, clutching my slightly hungry stomach.
“Barialdo, the ashes are moving?”
“I guess there was a kid who couldn’t be defeated by a single stab of a knife.”
At that time, I strongly believed that the name of immortality was a mere pretense, so I didn’t even believe in things like undead.
If the ashes are stirring, there’s just one thing hiding in the ashes.
I don’t know how he survived, even though he would have died from the residual heat, but since he had caught it, I had no regrets and planned to send him to his gods.
But the face that emerged from the ashes was not that of a pagan.
In fact, I wonder if this is even a real person.
A person’s face, buried in heat and with the skin melting and burning, is not very conducive to mental health.
Still, it seemed as if he had managed to keep his voice, for the person in the ashes spoke in a small voice that was as if he had burst out of breath.
“Go… a crow.”
“?”
“King… Immortal, Slayer…”
One of his eyes seemed to have already become blinded by the heat.
He delivered the unexpected news, rolling only one eye that was clearly focused.
“The valet, I am looking for you…”
In return for bringing him the news, I drew my sword and gave him a quick and clean death.
After that, he called the soldiers together and discussed the matter.
“The chamberlain is now looking for me. What is the reason?”
But wherever I go, military brats are simple-minded, and even though I expected an intelligent and plausible discussion, the answer I got was always the same.
“Why don’t you just give me some bread?”
“That’s right. If you just give them bread, they’ll catch those pagans and eat them. Isn’t that profitable for you?”
“Meat, not bread! Goat, not pork!”
“I want milk.”
At the time, I was angry and thought that this could be a trap and that this was the only opinion that came out, but looking back, it was the right decision.
Contact with the chieftain Ilen was essential when dealing with the pagans who had embarked on a full-scale raid.
But the memories and dreams did not continue here.
I watched the images of soldiers nodding off, clutching their hungry stomachs, slowly fading away.
“If my dreams are like this, I’ll be tired when I wake up.”
I woke up from a deep sleep.
***
What awaited me as soon as I woke up from my nap was something more important than I thought.
What woke me up from my nap was not my usual close associates, but a soldier with an unfamiliar face.
Judging from the heavy cloak draped over his chainmail armor, he was not one of the bodyguards of Duke Athelton, but rather a soldier from the border area who you would not normally see.
He was looking up at me with his knees bent, sweating profusely.
“Yes, yes! I am behaving rudely and have barged in because it is an urgent matter!”
I looked near the door just in case, and it was as expected.
I saw the monks huddled together, trembling, as they failed to stop the soldiers from intruding.
Instead of beating and scolding them, I turned my attention to the soldiers.
“I will listen.”
“yes…!!!”
And the story the soldier told.
“Right now, a group of pagans have been spotted moving south from the Duchy of Nevar!”
“? Not Bartley’s?”
Nevar and Batline are in the same north, but their east-west locations are slightly different.
If Bartline is located due north, then it would be fitting to say that the Duchy of Neva is located to the northwest.
I brought up the topic because I thought there might be confusion since it was the same North, but the answer I got was not good.
“It is definitely from the Duchy of Nevar. That is…”
“No matter what absurd things you say, I won’t believe you. Just tell me.”
Then the soldier swallowed for a moment and then with difficulty vomited out the truth of what he had seen and heard.
“…they are the flag of the Duchy of Nevar and the neck of the Duke.”
But it was a truth that didn’t seem very true.
“They say he’s coming while holding it up…!”
Maybe even simpler.
It may just be a truth that we don’t want to believe.