Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 220



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220. I want to be alone. Please leave me.

“Dad, have you heard? Uncle’s been calling me a coward lately.”

It was dinner at the mansion that Yurid whined.

So, it was a time when the entire family, excluding the illegitimate children, were gathered together and sharing food.

Although it was a sight 180 degrees different from etiquette, Yurid’s mother, Narid, found it cute and picked up the handkerchief.

“My daughter, you shouldn’t talk while eating.”

“Ugh… Okay.”

Her mother, Narid, was the only person whom Yurid followed obediently.

Even though her cheeks were red with shame, she turned her face to follow the hand that was wiping her mouth, as if she didn’t hate it.

Could it be because I spent a long time under the iron-blooded master Narva, who absolutely did not accept jokes?

Yurid has become more mischievous when she is with her family than before.

However, Terveer and Narid were very pleased with this trend.

Terveer in particular was so moved that he almost shed tears.

“What do other families think about their parents just because they have thick hair? How many women are there who respect their fathers like our Yurid? That Narva guy is full of empty promises and can’t even see the real Yurid.”

“dad…!”

This appearance of not being able to sell anything was the same as usual.

Narid smiled bitterly and defended Narva, who was not present.

“You too. You have a lot of work to do, including taking care of your younger sister, so you don’t want to have a deep personal relationship with Yurid.”

“Huh. In the end, they’re family. No matter how fair you try to act, in the end, the ones who stay by your side are family. You have to make an effort to find the good side of Yureed, not the bad side!”

Terveer put down the bread he was holding, snorting harshly.

“And Yurid.”

“?”

In the end, what stays with you is your family.

Terveer lived by that saying, and it really happened.

And of course, within the family, Narva was also included.

“It’s not a good thing to keep gossiping about Narva like this. You should also try to find the good points of Narva.”

“Ugh. But Dad. It’s true that you rejected the rescue request sent by the people of the Duchy of Nevar.”

“After thinking about it carefully, I realized there was a reason for that.”

As he said that, Terveer began stroking his chin with his left hand.

Matters related to other races or pagans are things that should be kept secret as much as possible, so it is difficult to easily reveal them to family.

People are bound to break down if they are constantly and continuously exposed to danger.

Terveer had seen more than a few soldiers go mad on the battlefield, and he didn’t want his daughter and wife to go through the same thing.

Fortunately, there was another real reason why Narva refused to go on an expedition.

At least that’s what Terveer thinks.

“Nevar is not close by at all. It would take at least a month to reach the capital city of Netalium, the center of politics, even if you only gathered those who walk quickly and formed an entourage. If you formed an army, it would take even longer.”

“Can’t we just station ourselves nearby and move step by step?”

“First of all, it is unclear who is seeking help. Of course, the local people and the monks of the Twilight Retreat Society are desperately hoping for help.”

Besides, Terveer wasn’t all that stupid.

Although the eldest son, Ethelred, worked hard to become blind and unable to read a single word.

“But, you see. In the end, to solve most of the problems that occur in the Duchy of Nevar, you need local influential figures. Local lords who can influence politics. There’s no guarantee that food, firewood, or oil for polishing weapons will be delivered from Powis all the way there on time, so local cooperation is essential.”

Terveer was a man with a remarkable passion for anything related to war and the military.

Even to the point where he paid attention to logistics, which most knights tend to neglect.

“The Twilight Society has offered to cooperate, but no matter how wealthy the local monastery is, it cannot feed an entire army. Even if we provide supplies from Powis, looters will run rampant targeting the supply convoy carrying the supplies. Then, we will either have to send more soldiers or conscript them locally.”

chuck.

Terveer said this and looked at Yurid clearly, holding up only his index and middle fingers.

“If we send more soldiers, they will also need to be fed and clothed, so the amount that actually arrives at the site will be smaller. If we conscript locally, the local people who asked for our help may not be happy with us and may lose their cooperative attitude.”

“Ugh…”

“If we are attacked in that situation, it will be difficult to win, and even if we win, the damage will be so great that we won’t be able to move easily. Retreating won’t be easy either. Narva is worried that the pagans will attack Powis when that happens.”

“That’s cowardly. It’s okay if things work out, but you just sit there worrying about the worst!”

At that moment, all of Terveer’s fingers folded.

F*ck!

“Ouch! Oh, Dad?”

“The bravery of a knight is different from the arrogance of a commoner! When you see a way out and victory, moving forward first is the bravery of a knight! Thinking that once you move forward, things will work out somehow, and rushing in without thinking, putting not only yourself but also your soldiers and even your lord in danger is the arrogance of a commoner!!!”

This is unusual.

Yurid was looking at Terveer, who was strict and serious, without being able to cry, while caressing the bump on his head.

This was the first time that Terveer, who had always been generous and tolerant towards Yurid, had struck her.

Whatever.

Terveer jumped up from his seat and turned his back sharply.

“Narva and I often have different opinions. This time is no different.”

“Is it the same?”

“You should marry into a good family and live quietly as a young lady. Narva seems to think you can become a knight.”

With those words, Terveer left the restaurant.

While looking at the servants who were struggling with embarrassment,

Suddenly left alone, Yurid pondered Terveer’s words for a long time.

and-.

***

“Uncle! I want to stop receiving etiquette lessons like other girls so that I can find a good husband.”

“Oh my.”

There have been ominous clouds gathering around lately, but is this really it?

There are more serious and weighty issues at hand than worrying about how to distribute our parish offerings.

Yurid.

As befitting his reputation as the nephew of the golden sprout, his determination did not last long.

Still, I live with a guy who is not a noob who just keeps nagging for no reason.

I motioned for Yurid, who had come to me with a grumbling voice, to sit down, secretly expecting what she would complain about this time.

“So. You don’t want to live as a noble, so you just want to live like a commoner, and as a single commoner woman at that?”

Then, Yurid looked at me with an unexpectedly serious and stiff expression and said.

“No. I feel like I haven’t accomplished anything properly up until now.”

“Now that you know, that’s good. Go back to learning.”

“Uncle! I heard. You’re the only one who supports and helps me become a knight!”

“…hmm.”

I groaned heavily and thought for a while before opening my mouth again.

“You know that now?”

Common sense knights don’t accept female seeds.

Being a seed is such a tough and difficult job that it involves killing people, so unless you are a Goliath born without a tail, you will be eliminated during the document screening.

It’s a reality that we really don’t want to admit, but Yurid’s appearance itself is in demand because it only picks out the good points of her parents.

I haven’t done any detailed statistics or demand surveys yet, but if I pick up a wooden sword and do some beating, I should be able to measure the exact figures.

In any case, Yurid was not a knight of such great brilliance that the knights could cast aside their gender prejudices.

But what Yurid said was a little, slightly different.

“No, among my family!”

“That’s right.”

“My father. No… Sir Terveer doesn’t want me to become a knight. He says I’m not fit to be a knight…! He says it’d be better for me to marry a good woman and live without thinking about anything!”

“Well, Sir Terveer does have a tendency to judge people’s talents arbitrarily.”

All talent is relative.

Although Yurid’s talent as a knight is far superior to that of a good wife, Terveer still seems unwilling to acknowledge that fact.

I nodded, not wanting Yurid’s talent for relativity to be buried in the wilderness and forgotten.

“In fact, it was Sir Terveer’s fault that I urged you to find a good spouse.”

“?”

“Sir Terveer kept urging me. Of course, you are of age, but I think that achieving your dream of becoming a knight comes first.”

“Uncle…!!!”

Yurid, who always showed contempt, scorn, anger, or a sense of unwarranted competition, and sometimes honest respect.

It was then that Yurid began to show respect, full of 100% pure emotion and joy.

For the first time, he was able to enjoy the treatment befitting a teacher.

I promised a very special opportunity for such a Yurid.

“Yurid, you must have heard some ominous rumors recently coming from the border area with the Duchy of Nevar.”

“Huh? That’s it.”

“I am thinking of sending an army led by Lord Terveer to inspect the surrounding area to see if it is holding up well and to prevent any potential danger.”

A disciple must eventually leave his master’s embrace.

This is what I felt as I watched Enon, who had left to find his place, break free from his complacency and become passionate.

Yurid also needs such a special opportunity.

Wouldn’t our friendship last long if we were to be reborn as peers with a reputation, not a bad reputation, that would not be inferior to Enon in the future?

“There, choose the most capable men from the militia I created and form a unit under your command. I will not interfere with the names or discipline, at least not me.”

“Uncle, that’s what I mean.”

“Coordinate with Lord Terveer, who will become the commander-in-chief, and work together to ensure the safety of the area.”

Then, Yurid returned to her original state as if she had been receiving etiquette training.

She ran towards me, trying to look like a young lady, her face flushed with anger.

“Uncle, you’re the best~!!!”

I just laughed, feeling the weight of Yurid hanging around my neck.

“Hehehehehe….”

It was a petty revenge against Terveer, who had entrusted me with the education of such a wild and unruly tomboy, and who had finally made me receive a lesson in etiquette, only to have me go crazy and say I wanted to become a knight.

But that’s not all.

“…”

The Duchy of Powis is currently lacking in men who are completely loyal to Prince Athelton and who can lead the army in an emergency.

The single-minded nobles, represented by Sir Hustan and Sir Mild, are fundamentally weak in power and are in a position where they need to be protected by Duke Athelton.

In any case, as a society centered on bloodlines, if you want to lead the military, you have no choice but to carefully consider your family background.

This was also the reason why I was pressuring Martin, the only son of Lord Hustan, to marry Yurid.

Training of trustworthy commanders.

To achieve that, you need to get people with proven loyalty to take risks and gain real combat or operational experience in advance.

This way, Terveer and I can move without getting our feet tied up.

The soldiers will criticize the parachutes, but that is also a problem that must be overcome.

But little by little, another problem was looming before our eyes.

“Uncle is the best!!!”

“…Yurid.”

“Huh? Uncle, why?”

Yurid.

I thought about it as a child and left it alone…

“It’s heavy. Get out.”

It was so damn heavy.

So much so that my knees were sore.

***

So on July 21, 1225.

Having completely ignored the Duchy of Nevar’s plea for help, I decided instead to dispatch an army to ensure the safety of the border region.

He appointed Terveir as the commander-in-chief, and authorized the first expedition of Euryde and Martin Orn Suster as his subordinates.

Naturally, I expected some backlash.

So I put in some really, really strong rain.

“Narva!!!! Come out!!!!!”

“I, I. Sir Terve…”

“You don’t even pray, so come out!!!!”

It doesn’t matter what Terveer says.

“Yes… Your Majesty, for the future of the morning system, you have now entered into closing prayer…!”

This is me now.

Because I am praying alone for the future and prosperity of this land!