Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 216



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216. We tried too. Silver Mane Wolf Cloak.

Although some may be suspicious of his excessive mysticism and reserved personality, no warrior can deny his abilities.

No matter what anyone says, he is the leader who gathered the warriors from beyond the ocean and led them to their old hometown, where humanity had settled, to start a new fight.

That was the silver wolf cloak.

A true warrior is someone who has infinite reverence for the gods, martial arts skills sufficient to gain their favor, and the ability to cunningly trample on their prey.

The wolf-cloak made a decision after a long silence.

-November 1, 1223.

It was a time when Bishop Powis Narva, the leading figure of the royal family in the early morning system, was busy taking care of internal affairs.

The Wolf Mantle would gather the chieftains and warriors under his command into the assembly hall and decide the fate of a nation.

“The land lords are trying to create a focal point that will unite them.”

As soon as the introduction was brought out, the one who started to tease me was Bateson, who had always been a pervert.

Bateson pouted his lips as he chewed on the roots of the dog’s paw.

“Are you trying to make it?”

I guess it would be okay to consider that he stopped talking.

Wolf Cloak simply explained calmly with an indifferent expression, without any emotional agitation.

“The Unbeliever Ilenio. A new society named after him has been created and is relentlessly pursuing believers who secretly worship our gods.”

“Chief. What does that have to do with them trying to create a focal point? Huh?”

“The society named after Ilenio, its leader is known to the public as the Bishop of Ileniput, but in reality, it is different. According to what our friends have told us, it is the great warrior of Lux Stella who assisted in the murder of Ariaba. He is the real leader.”

The Grandmaster of Lux Stella.

The moment that name was mentioned, even Battson, who had been acting strangely, sat up slowly and began to concentrate.

If I had to pick the most dangerous enemy in the Morning Star system, I would pick the Grandmaster of Lux Stella without a doubt.

One more thing.

There was one more reason that made Wolf Cloak, who had been silently observing the trend, move.

Wolf Cloak, who always kept his composure with an indifferent expression, shows his emotions for the first time in a long while.

Wolf Cloak looked around at the warriors with a shadowy face and slowly opened his lips.

“Our friends demand that we personally confront the Grand Master of Lux Stella in exchange for this information. However, as you know, we have already shown much sacrifice and dedication as an ally, and we have no intention of being treated as slaves, even if we are on equal footing.”

It’s an unusual statement for a man with a wolf cloak who always acts as a mediator.

And for some, it was welcome news.

Harriet, who had been pretending to be asleep, opened her eyes wide as soon as she heard these words.

“Oh… oh! Chieftain, are you finally ready to break up?”

“We have once again realized that we need strength to maintain our position as equal allies. We have lost quite a few warriors. We need new warriors and new sacrifices.”

But I couldn’t confront them rashly because I knew how strong my ‘friends’ were.

Although they are fundamentally united in worship of the same gods, the ones that Wolf Mantle takes responsibility for as their chieftain are humans.

Here, the bold determination of the Wolf Cloak shines.

“The ones we must persuade are those who are inevitably oppressed under the order of the landkeepers who borrowed the name of the alien starlight. Those who are talented but have not distinguished themselves, or those who do not fit in with the order of their compatriots and resort to plunder. We must embrace them.”

Only then did the chieftains understand why Wolf Cloak had brought up this topic.

“…”

Curly-bearded Battson folded his arms reluctantly, but remained silent.

“Huh. Now I understand what the Chieftain meant. We had to strike first before that Grand Master of Lux Stella could fully spread his power.”

White-Eyed Toryon, who had been watching silently, shrugged his shoulders as he tried to raise his wolf cloak.

the other side.

“A new warrior…”

Harriet, the twisted drunkard.

He was anxious as he chewed on the word new warrior.

The one who caught the eye of the wolf-cloak here was none other than Hariat.

Wolf Cloak began to explain slowly, looking at the anxious Harriet with clear eyes.

“There remains a culture among landowners to bury great warriors or respected elders with wisdom as close to their original state as possible.”

“Yes, Chieftain.”

“It means that they are not that different from us. I think we can persuade them well.”

Most of the warriors and the two remaining chieftains took these words as an attempt to enforce their conciliatory policy.

But Hariat understood exactly what was being said.

Because I understood, I touched my dry lips and did not open my mouth any longer.

Still, some astute observers, given enough time, might notice that there is something odd about the atmosphere in Harriat.

Fortunately for Harriet, someone appeared here to throw a lifeline.

“So. Chieftain, is there any trick to increase our forces against that great warrior of Lux Stella? I’m telling you, because I do.”

Batson, who is determined to find fault with everything, has pointed out the most important part.

Unfortunately for Batson, Wolf Cloak already had a plan.

“Each tribe and warrior chieftain will select one disgruntled warrior under their command. We will create a new warrior corps to ensure that the Duke of Nvar is keeping his promises. Visit each settlement in the border region and gather information from the locals.”

“As a warrior? Chieftain, the warriors aren’t made to play the role of a gentleman…”

Bateson, who was about to object as usual, soon realized something and immediately shut his mouth.

Instead, he wiggled his fingers wildly and growled fiercely.

“What you’re doing is so dirty and despicable.”

That moment.

“Hahaha! Heart-chewing, Bateson!”

White-Eyed Toryon let out a loud roar.

“A deer being hunted by an archer would think the same way. Were you such a warm-hearted man to the deer, too, sir?”

“…Tsk.”

Batson frowned at those words but couldn’t respond.

-That’s how the fall of the Duchy of Nevar began.

“I, Nari! They are pagans! The pagans are attacking the villages along the river!”

peace.

Those sweet words were butchered piece by piece under the fleshy blade of an axe.

The damage was even greater because they trusted the treaty and did not build proper defenses.

A dozen villages on the border between the Duchy of Nevar and the Duchy of Batline were reduced to ruins by hordes of marauders coming from the river before the militia could be called in.

Only a few survivors were able to walk with difficulty to the nearby knights and lords to appeal for help.

And the knights and lords of the Duchy of Nevar were men of faith rather than political judgment.

“What? Those wicked guys!”

“Everyone, prepare to go! We will drive out Ise and save the innocent serfs!”

The knights of the Duchy of Nevar responded wholeheartedly to the call for help.

Driven by their honed dance skills, strong faith, and a sense of urgency to achieve justice, they banded together and responded to rescue the villages that asked for their help.

The bands of marauders who had been trampling through villages, boasting numbers in the hundreds, were mercilessly crushed by the blade.

A complete victory with almost no casualties, and a perfect justification.

Inspired by their victory, the knights began to spread the news of their victory throughout the lands to enhance their own honor.

The knights of Nevar, who serve humanity, did not miss the innocent’s plea for salvation and repelled the hordes of Ise’s marauders who had arbitrarily broken the treaty and invaded.

-The knights, who were simply faithful to their duties, did not know that this rumor would become the seed that would lead to the destruction of the Duchy of Nevar.

“The Duke of Nevar will have to explain to us what this sudden attack means.”

“What the…! You guys should explain first!”

The timing of the wolf-cloaked messengers’ movements was truly exquisite.

The moment the Duke of Nevar was about to protest the plunder, they first demanded that he explain the attack on the warriors.

The envoys’ argument was as follows:

“They were our chieftain, the Silver-Maned Wolf-Cloak, who had come to see if Nvar was keeping his promises and to strike a deal. But the men who had been unfriendly towards us suddenly attacked us as soon as they saw that we were not armed, saying that they had made no such promise.”

“gibberish!!!”

The Duke of Nevar was furious at this dishonorable accusation and expressed strong denial.

Then the wolf-cloaked messenger meekly withdrew.

“I see.”

No, it seemed like he was backing off.

“But it is truly exquisite. Those who will prove our claim have already been killed by your warriors.”

“…”

The Duke of Nevar finally noticed.

He asked the question with difficulty, his hands turning white from exertion and his voice trembling.

“Your chieftain… wants war at all costs?”

“You are the one who wants war, aren’t you? Nevertheless, our chieftain proposes conditions for peace.”

It was already a one-sided affair.

From the moment I thought I could benefit from it, from the moment I turned a blind eye to it as someone else’s business, there was no turning back.

“The Chieftain demands retribution for those who have so wantonly attacked and harmed our warriors, if justice is not served.”

And a wolf cloak.

“We will judge you ourselves.”

Even the warrior who was merely an emissary of the wolf cloak knew that fact very well.

***

As a result, the Duke of Nevar had no choice but to commit suicide.

The Duke of Nevar was forced to impose harsh punishments on his knights who had distinguished themselves in battle in order to avoid a fight with the pagan warriors who had stockpiled their strength.

30 lashes to the back in front of everyone.

Of course, this didn’t happen just once or twice.

Rather, the first one was a kind of test.

It was a bait thrown by Wolf Cloak to test whether the Duke of Nevar would really risk his life to fight them.

If the Duke of Nevar had declared that he would join the forces of the Inseers, led by Powis, and had devoted everything he had to a desperate fight, the situation might have changed.

But he had too many things he wanted to protect.

That was the catch.

“Again! What does the King know about the knights who protect the people?”

“Can one who surrounds a horde of pagans truly represent the starlight of humanity?! We want a legitimate monarch!”

The desperate move to avoid war only served to fuel public opinion that encouraged war.

Wolf Cloak’s nimble movements here further intensified the internal strife in the Duchy of Nevar.

“The number of warriors will never exceed two hundred. Even if they pillage, human sacrifice on the spot is strictly prohibited, and they will actively participate in the exchange of prisoners.”

First, by limiting its size, it widened the gap between actual power and psychological threat.

This was a ploy to make it look like the Duke of Nevar was scared and avoiding a fight, even though he was an insignificant opponent.

He also knew that the human side felt a strong aversion and antipathy towards human sacrifice, so he intentionally hid it, leaving open the possibility of persuasion.

In particular, contrary to conventional wisdom, they were viewed favorably by the people as they actively participated in exchanging prisoners and trading goods more than the lords.

And the bait that Wolf Cloak carefully tuned and threw.

“Please, lend me your army and I will promise you land to settle and toleration of your faith!”

Ambitious men who seek to ascend to the throne of Nevar in his stead.

The dreamers, who still highly valued the power of pagan warriors, bit down hard.

“Our army cannot easily overcome your walls.”

“I’ll take care of that part…!”

December 6, 1224.

In this way, Nevar accepted the warriors of Ise himself.

The high and sturdy walls of the Duchy of Nevart allowed the enemy to enter without being able to stop even a single arrow.

And all the ambitious men who tried to ascend to the throne of the Duke of Nevar by borrowing foreign powers were killed without exception.

Instead, the one who took the throne was a weak man named Jorvan, who would scream at anyone who approached him.

“Heeeeek! Here! If you want the throne, then sit down! I’ve been warming it up, warming it up!”

He is a man so shameless that he runs down and lies down in a panic as soon as the wolf cloak appears in the court.

It was only natural that he was brought in from the bottom of the family tree, a commoner who had no knowledge of the study of kingship, and sat down.

“Do not be afraid.”

Wolf Cloak began to stroke Jorvan’s hair with his hands as if he were stroking a hunting dog.

“As long as I support you, you are the king of this place.”

“Haaah, haaah…”

Of course, there were many who did not understand this behavior.

“Chief, why do you bother doing this? You left the church guys who serve Lux Stella behind. Are you trying to convert now?”

“Kk kk. Should I find out what tribute I can offer to the alien starlight?”

Batesson and Toryon openly expressed this question.

At that moment, the wolf-cloaked hand that had been stroking Jorvan’s hair had turned vicious and was shaking his hair as if it was about to tear it out.

“Ah, ah!”

Wolf Cloak parted his lips as he heard Jorvan’s muffled scream.

“The Grandmaster of Lux Stella seeks to unite the people by hunting down the followers of our gods. The society named after the infidel Ilenio is a representative means of this. He uses that society to interfere in each region and disguise it as a cause.”

“that is…”

“And when all the regions are silent to his cause, the Grand Master of Lux Stella will have the power and authority to rule the entire land. Then he can either establish a king, or become a king himself…”

Boom!

When Wolf Cloak withdrew his touch, Jorvan was rolling on the floor, caressing his patched hair.

“To stop that, we need to have representatives who can stand against his power building. If we are to say that his interference in each region is inappropriate, the church must at least maintain its name. This is why we attacked Nevar without cutting off Bartline’s lifeline.”

“Huh. Chief, you killed them all?”

“There are many land lords who spare as many lives as they kill.”

Wolf Cloak continued, clutching a handful of torn hair.

“Next is Penrad.”

The Grandmaster of Lux Stella.

If he tries to unite this land and fight against the gods.

“We will not recite to them the reasons why we should yield to them, but the things we must keep.”

The gods will tear this land apart by upholding the rights that each should have.