Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 217



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217. Rumors of the place where the statement was made began to circulate. Very ominous rumors.

“A coup took place in Nevar and the Duke was killed!”

“Those who came with the flag and the king’s head were barbarians…?”

The only fortunate thing was that I didn’t have to worry about whether I should hide it or not.

Because too many people have already seen and heard it to cover it up.

The area where everyone pretended not to care but was secretly worried was the outskirts of Powis, especially the northern border where pagans often appeared.

There, a crowd of pagans numbering at least several hundred appeared, carrying the flag of the Duchy of Nevar and the head of the Duke.

What was even more surprising was that these pagans did not just plunder but approached them in a friendly manner.

They are said to have thrown down their weapons, approached, looked up at the wall of the outpost and said:

“Our chieftain heard the cries of the people in anger towards the former King of Nevar, a rat-like wretch who had promised peace but had undermined mutual trust through his sinister schemes, and judged him.”

It seems like it was quite an achievement for them.

A soldier who witnessed the situation at the time reported that the pagan warriors proudly held up the withered and twisted head of the Duke of Nevar while sticking out their tongues as they spoke.

“Unlike the Duke of Nevar, Powis is said to be trying to understand our gods, even though he has set a condition of not allowing human sacrifice. I hope this man’s head will help in that effort, and in the relationship between the new Duke of Nevar and Powis.”

They gave it to us as a token of their friendship.

Naturally, this gift of friendship was not well received.

The Duchy of Powis was suddenly turned upside down.

The situation was so unbelievable that some people even speculated as follows.

In fact, the Duchy of Nevar is suffering from a sudden invasion, and the pagan warriors are wary of new reinforcements that may be targeting their rear, so they are sending the head of the fake king as a warning to ensure the safety of their rear.

And that’s it.

It was a pretty plausible guess, so everyone was making a fuss about having to deploy the military right away, but my opinion was a little different.

The most fatal weakness of pagan warriors is siege warfare.

Their engineering knowledge is such that they cannot even build a single proper catapult, and in fact, the places where the pagans were active were settlements that did not have proper walls.

Even when they swept through the Duchy of Penrad, they ravaged the nearby villages and avoided the places that were fortified by walls.

Moreover, considering the fragile economic structure that revolves around plunder and the political limitations of being a confederation of tribes… their leader cannot easily afford a tedious and prolonged war of attrition.

It is more likely that they ambushed our expeditionary force when we set out to rescue the Duchy of Nevar from its crisis.

A decoy to break through our border area, which is defended by a considerable number of fortresses and outposts through steady efforts.

This was my decision.

But in the end, both people’s guesses and mine were wrong.

A gift of friendship that sparked much controversy.

The moment the head of the Duke of Nevar arrived at the audience room of the castle, the lord who was said to have known the Duke of Nevar screamed.

“Oh my god… Oh, that’s right…!”

“What? Are you sure? It could be a mistake because it was damaged.”

“No, that’s right. The mole on the right forehead. The canine tooth on the left lower jaw that was pulled out because it was rotten!”

The lord stared blankly at the withered hair for a long time before barely opening his lips.

“King of Nevar. It is I…”

Now people’s attention has shifted to the next thing.

How on earth did the pagan warriors manage to take the head of the Duke of Nevar?

There, the Duchy of Bartline, located right next to the Duchy of Nevar, was watching with interest whether or not the Duchy would fall, as they had a large portion of the city walls they held.

Many lords who had connections with the Duchy of Nevar in the past have unanimously pointed out this point.

“It is not a level that can be conquered by the absolute pagans. It is an iron wall built with a sense of crisis that Ise might return someday, with a focus on functionality much more than Illeniphut! That was the wall of the Duchy of Nevar!”

“Betrayal from within. Otherwise, I can’t explain it…”

But I knew too little information.

The excited lords exaggerated their conjectures as if they were facts, while the cautious lords, lacking the basis for their judgment, remained silent.

Prince Athelton belonged to the latter of these two categories.

“stop.”

Just ten years ago, everyone might have laughed at this.

However, after much hard work, Duke Atheltan achieved numerous feats and gained a number of close associates, and was no longer the powerless monarch he had been before.

The Duchy of Powis naturally rose to become the leader of the Morning Star system as its competitors fell or fell behind.

As the symbol of leading the fortunes of the people, Prince Athelton now has the authority to quell the uproar of his subordinate lords with just a word.

However, he fluttered one eyelid as if he was not used to it.

The audience room suddenly became quiet.

Duke Athelton trembled in the atmosphere of the audience room and cautiously opened his mouth.

“In the end, all I heard was the unbelievable testimonies of the pagans who brought the head of the Duke of Nevar. Can’t we draw a proper conclusion based on that alone?”

It is a reasonable argument.

If there was anyone who argued against the correct theory, I would have installed an impromptu guillotine, but fortunately, no one was that clueless.

Even the three counts of Gaitan, Peasant, and Oduard, who are always at loggerheads, are as docile as puppies with their tails down.

A scene of unanimous agreement where everyone silently agreed.

Prince Athelton looked at the sight, sighed deeply, and turned his head to the right.

He turned his gaze to me, who was standing behind the throne on the right side, looking over the lords.

“It seems that the Bishop is taking this matter very seriously. His eyes are unusual, so it’s hard for anyone to think lightly, which is why he’s so reserved!”

Indeed, there was truth to the words of Prince Athelton.

I feel a sense of bitter anger at the unwillingness to ask for help from this youngest member, whom I have always looked down on, since no one can come up with a clear alternative.

Although he is not a proper son due to many circumstances, he is a true filial son who knows how to be filial and has decided to take care of even these minor emotional issues.

I understood his desire to harshly reprimand his incompetent vassals, so I gave him just enough of a kick to keep it from turning into a diplomatic feud.

“Those who know the answer are reluctant to reveal it themselves. They all already know what to do, but they are afraid of seeming a bit rude. Your Majesty, please do not worry.”

“I told you to stop staring, what nonsense are you talking about…”

“Assuming that the Duchy of Nevar is intact, I will request the cooperation of the Ordo Sanctus Ilenio, where I have enemies, and inform you of the details as soon as I receive them.”

The merits of creating room for intervention by not caring about the independence of each principality and diocese are beginning to show.

Ordo Sanctus Ilenio.

It was the only answer that could resolve the question of how the Duchy of Nevar had fallen.

Although it is not a legal organization officially recognized by His Holiness the Pope, if it collects correct information to combat the information pollution of this world, wouldn’t that be legal for the people?

I declared proudly, feeling proud for the first time in a while.

Thus, on April 24, 1225-.

“what?”

The feeling I got as I looked down at the monk who was reporting while trembling and prostrating himself was one of absurdity.

The monk felt my gaze on his back and began to sway as if dancing.

“Mom, all parishes have equal status, so it is not a relationship of giving and receiving orders…”

“So. The local church refuses to help, saying it cannot accept the high-handed decisions of the Vatican and its subordinate agencies that arbitrarily undermine the independence of the diocese?”

“Yes… that’s right.”

bang!!!

“Yes, Your Majesty! Please spare my life!”

Before I knew it, I was banging my fist on the table.

I realized it as I was falling.

“What kind of independence are you talking about when you’ve cut off the balls of your own king!”

What does it mean to be a real dog?

***

The Diocese of Nevar openly refused the request for cooperation from the Ordo Sanctus Ilenio.

I never imagined that they would be defeated even though they had put forward the Ordo Sanctus Illenio, which borrowed the authority of the Holy See in the form of posthumous approval.

Because it was such an unexpected event, other people were also surprised.

Sometimes, when I heard the mutterings of the day laborers who came to deliver goods, I could clearly see what they were thinking.

“Huh. Bishop Nevart is no ordinary man. Against that bishop…”

“But does that mean that Nebar has officially recognized the devil’s faith?”

“I don’t know about that. It’s church business!”

Regardless of status, everyone reacts similarly.

How did it turn out?

I also think similarly, with a bit more richness of emotion than others.

Even I, who thought that the Vatican and Saint Idea were half-dead, was furious.

Even when I was working in my office, I couldn’t control my anger and would mutter to myself.

“You need power to be independent. Is it independence when the man next door breaks through the front door, gets bitten, and gets harassed whenever he’s bored?”

But I have nothing to say if you say I am independent since I have kept the house deed and seal.

What would you say to someone who has lost everything and is only left with pride?

I guess I’ll just end it by muttering to myself that he’s a fucking idiot…

The problem was that that shit was interfering with my golden plan of founding the Powis Dynasty ~How the Morning Isles were reborn as a rich and civilized land~.

Those guys who have been living like dead rats until now.

Let me be specific.

Everything was ruined, so the Duchy of Penrad and Yuvas, which had been going on for days, began to speak their minds through the mouths of their government-appointed priests.

“The waves of Ise are coming in, so it is a priority to unite and repel them. Isn’t it premature to call one king and talk about a coronation?”

“Hmm… It’s true that the Powis are a family with a long and storied history, but I wonder if the people of many regions have not yet agreed on calling them kings… I also wonder if Bishop Powis is trying to place his diocese above other dioceses by scheming…”

What coincidence.

And it was really exquisite framing.

It was so serious that our Bishop Ganistar, who was dispatched to Ile-de-Foud, sent us a separate letter out of concern.

[Your Majesty, please do not cause division by making hasty judgments.]

I realized where the concern had come from and picked up the feather to reassure the bishop.

[The stigma of heresy will be spared. Your Majesty, please pursue the traces of the foreign race as you have been doing so far.]

Yes, that’s right.

The frame put forward by these government-appointed clergy was aimed precisely at the integrity of the Diocese of Powis.

The fatal weakness of the transmission of the stigma of heresy.

This raises the question of whether the decision is based purely on doctrine, without any political considerations.

This was after I declared that I would elevate Powis to the title of King and prepare for the coronation.

It was a future that everyone expected, that Powis and the diocese of Powis, who had ascended the throne, would assume a position of relative importance compared to other regions.

Whoever it was, it was aimed squarely at this anxiety.

“…”

I suddenly had a gut feeling.

I wonder if the one who plotted this outcome might be the leader of the pagan warriors.

Of course, it’s not the end just because the Ordo Sanctus Ilenio can’t be used.

It’s a given that you should have a plan B for everything in life.

“I don’t know about other people, but Yubas shouldn’t speak his mind to me.”

The insurance I raised with all my heart…

No, it was when I was using my beloved disciple Enon.