Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 222



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222. Positive Mind Chief Ilen was a worthless soldier.

“Ugh, gasp…”

Even though we took the march for granted, we often fell behind because we couldn’t keep up.

“Aren’t you going to save them?!”

He also showed his dislike for tactics that had been established after several battles.

Still, we did not kick out the chief steward, Ilen.

As time passed, the presence of the watchman grew stronger.

At first, he was just a miserable old man, trying to do his best while wearing a court robe with tattered sleeves.

But as the fight continued and we learned more about who our enemy was, Irene’s appearance began to change.

“Chain armor?”

“I had to cover myself up because the clothes I was wearing were so worn out.”

The first change was the fitting of pieces of plate or chainmail armor over the uniform.

The general Illen picked up a sword that was lying on the battlefield, put it in the belt around his waist, and walked among the soldiers with his disheveled hair fluttering.

After a long time, another change came.

The second change occurred not among the officers, but among the soldiers.

At some point, soldiers started coming to the chamberlain without stopping, and I went to see the chamberlain Ilen to find out why.

Then Illen stopped scribbling on the cloth with a charred piece of wood and looked over at me and smiled.

“It’s time for the second lesson.”

“Is it related to the writing on the paper?”

“This is a notice for soldiers who believe they still have surviving family members. We plan to send this to nearby villages and refugees to arrange for meetings.”

“In this mess.”

The smile on Irene’s lips never disappeared.

Despite my twisted and cynical response.

“Second lesson: Do not judge others when you have not met them face to face. A person’s intentions are revealed not by fancy letters or grand ceremonies, but by their face.”

As a result, the teachings of the chief steward, Ilen, were correct.

Contrary to my expectations that everyone would be reluctant to accept it because of its high notoriety, there were also those who welcomed it.

Most of them were half-crazy or broken, but they wanted to help me even if it meant giving their all.

A representative example were the refugees who met through the arrangement of the chief steward, Ilen.

“Immortal Slayer Barial too…! Were the rumors true?!”

“Currently, we are in a difficult situation because we do not receive proper supplies despite our many specialties. If you have the time.”

“Of course. Here, take it! I’ll wash the cloth too!”

“Uh… thank you.”

Even in an awkward atmosphere, they received it to feed and clothe the soldiers.

It wasn’t long before I realized that they were giving their all, not metaphorically, but literally.

When we, who had always been starving, first had abundant food, while the soldiers were drinking their porridge, I took my attendant Ilen and went out to see the refugees again.

But the refugee shelter, which had been bustling and filled with the sound of people breathing just three days ago, was eerily quiet.

That was understandable.

Feeling strange in the strange silence, I entered the shelter and was faced with the harsh reality.

“…”

The shelter had been reduced to a graveyard.

It had been a long time since everyone had died, either hanging themselves from trees or grabbing each other’s throats.

The reason for this became clear the moment we saw the stockpiles of supplies the refugees had amassed.

“You gave it your all.”

It was only after I muttered to myself that I finally realized the reality.

The refugees handed over everything they had brought, including the cloth and food, as well as all the belongings they had.

They all committed mass suicide after handing it over.

It was by no means a small group, numbering at least 80 people.

At that moment, Ilen, the attendant who had been silently following me, opened her mouth in a hushed voice.

“This is the third teaching.”

“Here?”

“Look carefully and feel.”

The chief attendant, Illen, knelt before the dead, paying no attention to the question.

“The fact that Your Majesty is not the only one who would give up his life for revenge.”

“The last person in line.”

“yes.”

At that moment, I had a gut feeling about something and was asking a question.

Illene also seemed to sense what I was going to ask and looked at me with gloomy but firm eyes.

“Did you know this would happen when you arranged this meeting with them?”

“Yes. It gave them hope.”

“Hope. This is what it looks like.”

“Yes, I hope.”

Irene gestured to the corner of the corpse’s mouth, which was already hard and cold.

“Look. He’s smiling, Your Majesty.”

“…”

“I laugh because I believe that even my hated enemies will die together with me.”

At the scene of the mass suicide, there were about six bodies of newborn babies who could not even express their intentions yet.

The bodies of children who had not yet reached adulthood also reached ten.

Because of my harsh conscription, most of them were in a state of emaciation with nothing to eat, and because of my harsh conscription, there were only three corpses of adult males.

Even these are men who have no legs or have crooked arms.

All that remained were the corpses of an old man and a woman.

After looking around the whole place, I made a short comment.

“Is hope this miserable?”

Only then did the attendant, Illen, rise and answer.

“It’s miserable to have to leave even revenge to others.”

Irene’s position was always the same.

There must be a king.

The only way to prevent such sacrifices is to become the king who can repel the pagan invasion and become the focal point that unites everyone.

I knew that Irene had been following me around to let me know.

But my vengeance was not limited to the pagans.

but…

Concessions could be made.

“Your Majesty, I will yield to you.”

“What do you mean…?”

“Tell them that the lowliest serfs in the world are in trouble and are asking for help from noble people.”

Even if I die, I will never become a king.

Even if everything fails, I will not achieve anything in the name of royalty who have done nothing.

But I could kneel.

If only I could remain the son of a lowly serf.

“Whoever comes and helps me, I will gladly serve him as my king.”

Of course, it didn’t even work.

What the noble ladies wanted was my achievements and abilities.

Instead of the reality that a lowly serf had accomplished something, I wanted a legend that turned out to be about a noble bloodline doing it.

But I did not back down any further, and thanks to that I gained helpers other than the nobles.

A new rhyme began to spread among refugees fleeing the war and people trembling in fear.

-A bloodline that deserves to be looked down on, even Barial.

“It’s certain. The invaders are holding back. There hasn’t been any sign of them for a month. There would have been plenty of time for them to push in!”

“Is it true? That the defeated false king is holding them back…?”

Instead of noble mantles and crowns, you have dirty hands soaked in blood.

-He who drives out with his limbs, even Barial.

“Shoot the arrows! They are not immortal!”

“Even if you’re immortal, you’re not invincible. Aim for the limbs!”

Even those who deceived death will be dragged down together.

-Barialdo, the crow that hovers over the ruins that could not be protected.

“Even if we die, there are crows! Don’t back down!”

“Crow, don’t forgive them!!!”

Please peck out the heart of your enemy.

“I can do it. To this extent…!”

The attendant, Illen, saw a glimmer of hope here.

“With less than a thousand troops?”

The old man still paid no attention to my blunt retorts.

Instead, he looked at me with a wicked smile.

“But isn’t Your Majesty here?”

“Flat-headed.”

That’s how the last two years began.

The chieftain Ilen gathered the last of Lavansta’s strength, uniting the local people who felt threatened by the oncoming wave of invasion.

Of course, even so, the number of our troops never exceeded 1,000.

However, it was an obvious truth that the advance of a large army of over 10,000 men was halted only by the territories where most of the lords had died in battle or fled, and the royal territories that could not put up a proper resistance.

Then the pagans began to unite the tribes once again and build a large army.

Even at the lowest estimate, it would be at least 20,000 troops.

The intention was blatant, to crush them so that they would never resist again, so that they would never dare to speak up again.

It was clear that even the great lords who had been optimistic about the situation were surprised by that power.

That’s probably because I heard that the many great lords who had been watching as if it was none of their business were urgently calling up their armies.

I judged it here.

“We can’t fight against an army of 20,000 men. Even if we could, it would be a defensive battle, and a fierce one at that. They may have already sent their vanguard to surround us.”

The defeat of the past days forced me to make a harsh choice.

“Refugees are abandoned.”

You’d have a better chance of survival.

The pagan army is targeting the remnants that still resist.

And it was this Barialdo, the son of a serf who led the remnants.

There was only one way to win this irrational war.

“We will return to the capital and hold out there until the end. The walls are still intact and there is still some food to eat, so there is no other choice. Before that… we will ask for help from all the lords of Lavansta who feel threatened.”

A slim chance.

The soldiers’ worries were natural when they heard that they would have to hold out until the end, relying on an uncertain salvation.

“Barialdo, will they come to help?”

“They are a group that still shows off their pride even at this point.”

I answered these questions simply.

“If you don’t come, you’re doomed.”

“”?””

“It’s a ruined country. Is there more to it than that?”

And he laughed, tapping the crude map on the table with his index finger.

At that moment.

[no.]

Disparate voices filled the conference room.

The facial features of the soldiers who had been looking this way just a moment ago are simultaneously blurred.

It was at this moment that an unfamiliar hand reached out between the faces that were blurred and squashed like rice cakes.

A black robe that was completely blackened and worn out.

The bones of his fingers were revealed through the tattered, drooping sleeves.

I saw it for the first time, but I realized it right away.

The fact that he is not an ordinary being.

[You know.]

This unexpected appearance caused an outburst of laughter.

“What do you know?”

Crunch, crunch.

Every time I bend my finger joints, an eerie cracking sound rings in my ears.

A sullen grey-white color peeking out from under a tattered black robe.

The bone hand raised its black buttocks as if telling him to be quiet.

[This is.]

I felt my veins burning and my heart squeezing with each fluttering of that ominous robe.

As if standing on a battlefield.

Then I could see what that ominous being was.

[This is the answer to your prayers.]

***

When I came to, I was kneeling before an idol of the Holy Cross.

“hmm.”

It seems that even the benevolent stars of humanity cannot forgive those who fall asleep during prayer.

I had a dream where I was trying to get some sleep.

A dog dream, yes. It was a dog dream.

“…”

I probably would have been so sure if it weren’t for the stigmata flashing madly on the back of my hand.

I guess my guess was correct.

An ominous spiritual being in black robes that makes you feel both the heat and cold of the battlefield.

It was obvious why this guy showed up during the prayer time asking why he would be revived.

The mummy of the stone throne.

I felt pity and compassion for him as I watched him suffer a strange fate, trapped underground in the castle, only to be revived when the old gods of Ise paid attention to him.

But now, having awakened to the 4th stage of devotion, I have different thoughts.

The one who has just appeared is most likely the war god Bello Bellum, the leader of Ise.

I get a lot of attention from those guys one way or another.

First of all, I’m talking about those who revive and see the dead.

But we can’t be sure yet.

Most of it is based on leaps of faith and conjecture, and in fact, I had a dream and one guy came out talking nonsense.

But if you give this dream meaning.

then…

“Am I immortal?”