Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 219



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219. Selfish tingling. Unanimous.

It’s a beautiful saying, but it’s never really put into practice.

In fact, it is more serious to see such unanimous views so often.

In the first place, even if people are similar, they can’t live the same lives.

Everyone has lived their own life and has different thoughts.

However, if you frequently see scenes around you where everyone is in agreement, you should not be happy, but rather wonder if something is seriously wrong.

Even a man like Bishop Powis, with his extraordinary enthusiasm, his outstanding learning, and his manners and awareness that were above the average of his time, could not get everyone to agree on the same thing.

If even a great man like Bishop Powis could do this, what about the people of the pagan savagery, who are charmed by the ease of violence and accustomed to savagery?

Whether in the past or present, the opinions of superiors and subordinates are bound to differ.

The Duchy of Nevar was no exception.

June 8, 1225.

It has been two months since the attempted intervention into the Duchy of Neva by means of the Ordo Sanctus Ilenio was thwarted.

It was around that time that I had no choice but to send my beloved disciple Enon, whom I cherished so dearly, to Yubas with tears in my eyes.

Yubas.

The other parishioners, who had watched the cursed race suffer the karma brought by Enon, quietly backed down.

Bishop Powis’s remarkable insight that a unified focal point is needed to confront the indiscriminate hordes of this world is finally being taken seriously.

If I had to pick a reason, it would probably be… because even though our history may be different, we share the same sense of crisis that we are feeling now.

Then, people who were inspired by the correct doctrine began to spread important news, even at the risk of their lives.

The local religious order belonging to the Diocese of Nevar sent people to provide active cooperation.

The monk who came to our forge belongs to the Twilight Welcome Society.

They are a group of people who live in seclusion from the secular world in the diocese of Nevar.

The monk of the Twilight Meeting, after a brief courtesy, immediately explained the current state of affairs in the Duchy of Nevar in detail.

“Your Majesty, the Duchy of Nevar has long since fallen into the hands of the pagans. The new duke, Jorvan, is a collateral branch of a collateral line that broke away from the family tree so long ago that it was meaningless. He lacks the legitimacy, authority, and even proper education to discipline his subordinate lords.”

According to the speech at the Twilight Meeting, the Duchy of Nevar is virtually an oligarchy.

Here, we can think of the fact that our Powis was watching the faces of the three counts on a fictitious day, and ask what makes Powis different? Isn’t Powis also a place where nobles prey on?

If you look at it from that semi-feudalistic way of thinking, they are people who should be killed regardless of age or gender.

From a more contemporary perspective, Powis was a hugely centralized state, albeit a smaller one.

It is a centralized government that has not yet fully established its foundation, but was created in a haphazard manner thanks to the active cooperation of Bishop Hu-ran.

If people living in this world and this era call it an oligarchy, then it should be seen as a democratic republic in which there is no king.

It’s a violent anarchistic democratic republic with no king or laws, where the only rule is the sword in your hand.

In fact, the testimonies of the monks of the Twilight Society turned this prediction into fact.

It was just more terrifying than I expected.

“The pagans forced the bishop to acknowledge the coronation of King Jorvan, and the previous bishop, who refused, was captured by them and disappeared. The current bishop is held hostage for the safety of the believers and priests, and all he does is recite what they say…”

somehow.

If he were a proper priest, he would have trembled and done as he was told, seeing the religious status of the stigmata apparitionist and the realistic background of being a close associate of the Vatican, but there was a reason for everything.

“If you’re a hostage. Is your cathedral church under the surveillance of heretics?”

“Beyond surveillance, they are stationed. And… many women, including nuns…”

The monk was speechless, but I clicked my tongue, guessing what he was going to say.

Even a well-disciplined army has a hard time prohibiting looting.

Especially when it comes to matters related to women.

Even I didn’t explicitly state it or think about it, but I guessed that the soldiers would hire prostitutes with the money they had saved, so I tacitly approved of it.

Of course, it’s not something I really like, and I can just beat him up for being annoying.

But then the probability of harm to the local people near the garrison where you are staying for a short time increases too much.

Whether in the past or present, the world may be different, but wherever people live, things are all similar.

Even if you cut off the heads of those kids who are so miserable in life because they have a tail attached to them, they are controlled by the tail and cannot prevent the damage.

This is the ugly side of war, which is always touted as glorious and honorable.

This is why living without war is the best.

These soldiers, whom I commanded and enforced discipline against, are also moving back and forth precariously above and below the cut line…

Moreover, we pagans, who are faithful to our desires, could not possibly leave alone women who remained chaste even in old age.

And there will be no ambitious people who will sit still and watch the country in shambles.

This is what I was curious about.

“Once the other lords realize that the new king is nothing more than a pagan puppet, they will start to take action.”

“It is moving, if it is playing into the hands of the pagans.”

“Hand?”

“Your Majesty, this place is already wrong. Many lords are turning their backs on the church one by one, succumbing to the sweet temptation of Ise.”

The Twilight Reception Monk spoke as he recited the ominous rumors that had been spreading throughout the Duchy of Nevar recently.

The first was the recent habit of people never wanting to be left alone.

Especially on days when a strange fog rolls in.

“Isn’t that how it was originally?”

“Rumors of human hunters or monsters taking people are rampant. Nothing has been clearly identified yet, but the number of people going missing is increasing day by day.”

Local monasteries with real tradition and history, not sham places that had been opened with money, took notice.

The Twilight Society was a monastery that prided itself on being the latter, and it is said that they naturally assumed that someone was behind the disappearances of the local residents, and so they asked the surrounding lords to investigate.

but.

“The lords remain silent even as ominous omens whisper ominously.”

It is said that the lords of the Duchy of Nevar outright rejected the request for an investigation by the Twilight Assembly.

“The recent political turmoil has led to many people running away, which has been dismissed as an inevitable natural phenomenon. The lords are avoiding all investigations into the rumors of disappearances, especially those of monsters or human hunters, by dismissing them as superstitions or false accusations that would ruin the peace…!”

If I hadn’t come into contact with the mystery, I might have raised my hand for the lords.

However, the things I learned while going through the saints had so many implications.

This was especially true of the strange fog that did not fit with the original climate.

“Are you sure? It’s not like fog ever rises at this time of year?”

“The area around Nevar is drier than you might think, so irrigation is essential. There is a mountain range that blocks the cold wind, so crops can grow somehow… but the reservoir water level is not that great, and the temperature during the day and night is not that different. Most villages live self-sufficiently.

Even if fog does form in such a place, it is light or disappears quickly, but I have not been able to find any records of such thick fog, despite searching for precedents.”

“Except for records from a very long time ago, that would be the case.”

“…yes.”

Sea god, ravenous appetite.

A god who helps the movements of other worlds by scattering thick fog to counter the miracles performed by the starlight of the world, Lux Stella, and prevent the starlight from reaching the world.

There is only one instance where the sea god scatters fog so blatantly.

It’s only when Ise’s influence is thick.

The facts pointed to by the testimonies of the Twilight Meeting were clear.

“It seems certain that the lords of Nevar are in league with Ise.”

It seems like the events that happened in the once fallen kingdom of Lavansta are happening again.

There must have been a lot of lords who surrendered to pagans and offered human sacrifices or performed rituals themselves.

People can be both altruistic and selfish.

This time, the selfish people stood out. Or perhaps the selfish aspect stood out.

The twilight party was delighted and shouted in an urgent voice when I reached this conclusion.

“Yes, Your Majesty! If Your Majesty wishes to punish them, we will gladly respond from within!”

I heard that urgent cry and realized.

You can tell how desperate this guy is.

But in a world full of selfish people, even if I am altruistic, I won’t be able to bring about any change.

If you’re not ready to become an adult, then it’s best not to even try.

“But in the end, it’s just a suspicion. Recently, Ordo Sanctus Ilenio and I have been receiving resentment and caution from the local leaders for trying to establish a king in the Morning Isles. We can’t move our troops for that reason alone.”

“that…!

“Confirmatory evidence of heresy. Is there no more concrete and verifiable evidence?”

“There’s no way the lords would give something like that up. If rumors spread that church personnel are moving, it’s likely that the pagan warriors will move first!”

“her.”

I leaned back against the backrest and gestured to the door with my chin.

“That’s too bad. Bring it next time.”

***

Of course, it’s not because I’m a cold-blooded person who doesn’t care whether people die or not.

The Twilight Retreat monk left the siege with a look of disappointment on his face, his shoulders drooping.

As soon as I heard the rumor, I immediately headed to the castle and gathered all the important figures of the Duchy of Powis – Duke Athelton, his close associate Lord Overt, his eldest son Ethelred, and his second son Terveir.

“The pagans who have settled in the Duchy of Nevar are trying to lure us.”

“Lure? Is that what you mean by asking for salvation?”

It was a comment from Duke Athelton, who felt regretful at the news that his son had coldly rejected the request for rescue.

I understand the feelings of parents who want their youngest son to be perfect, but as a family member, I also had something to say.

“It is said that one of the miracles of Ise is that a strange sea fog covers various parts of the duchy without warning. At this rate, it is highly likely that not only simple pagans but also foreign races are lying in wait.”

“If it’s a different race…”

Aethelred’s eyelids flutter as he comes into direct contact with a foreign race.

I caught that part exactly.

“The elf who cursed my sister-in-law. Even if there were just one or two of them, we wouldn’t be able to avoid a fight.”

“Eeeeeeeee…!!!”

“Even after searching through the records, it was difficult to find any traces. Certainly… it would be easier to infiltrate in a chaotic situation. Especially if you infiltrate disguised as a prostitute, only some soldiers would be able to infiltrate…”

Sir Overt, who was in charge of the elf’s background investigation, also knew of the difficulty, so he said something here.

With this, the scales were tipped in my favor.

I stood up and slammed my desk down proudly.

“It would be crazy to go on an expedition into enemy territory under these circumstances.”

“…I understand the gist of what you are saying. I support your opinion, Narva.”

“Huh. No matter what, there must be people suffering in Nevar.”

Ethelred quickly took my side.

Duke Athelton was surprised and disappointed that even Aethelred, who was famous for his kindness, was so quick to reject the request for help.

“Huh, those guys are like that. I, the strongest unknown in this siege, and you, the strongest bishop knight. If the two of us go out together, we can finish them all off!’

Terveer pretended to complain, but secretly looked at me with expectant eyes, anticipating the next expedition.

But I could only shake my head.

“No.”

“No…? Narva, why would you turn down the opportunity to become an honorable knight who goes to save people with this brother?!”

I was speechless at the terrier who was venting his anger.

“I’m worried about Yang Dong.”

After looking at it for a long time, he finally answered the question as to why.

“Yang Dong is something to worry about on the battlefield!”

“If, while the two of us are on the battlefield together, elves or other alien races or pagans invade the castle and strike down all the heirs, it will all be over in one day.”

“!”

Only then did he realize what he had to worry about.

Terveer opened his eyes belatedly and stroked his beard.

Prince Athelton finally realized the danger and sighed deeply.

From Athlete, who shuddered as if he had already experienced it once, to Sir Overt, who nodded thoughtfully.

I looked at them one more time and said.

“So, I’m going to set a defense limit line. The hill area surrounding the plains of the Duchy of Penrad and the northern border of our Duchy. No matter what happens up there, I won’t move.”

“If you stay out too long, there’s a high chance that one side will be targeted.”

Terveer’s eyes were sparkling more intelligently than ever.

“…”

I responded to those words with silence.

Another month has passed since then.

July 14, 1225.

Rumors of man-eating monsters appearing in the Duchy of Nevar now spread all the way to the Duchy of Powis.

I ignored all the requests for help from Nevar.

Instead, he ordered strict inspection of the refugees pouring in from the Duchy of Neva.

war cloud.

That subtle tingling sensation I’ve felt countless times before prickles the back of my neck.

Considering the splinter group, disguised aliens, and pagans that may be mixed in among the refugees, it would be better to kill them all immediately.

Instead of trying to make Powis a king, I chose to stall for time.