Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 223



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223. The interpretation is more important than the dream. If you package a dream in a plausible way, it becomes a revelation.

The closing prayer was over in just one day.

Now that I had achieved my goal, there was no need to cram myself into this cramped chapel.

Suddenly.

When I opened the door, what awaited me was a monk looking at me with a puzzled expression.

“Yes?”

I understand.

It may sound like a day, but if you really look at the time, it only lasts about 13 hours.

Which believer in the world would stay locked up for 13 hours to pray for the closing ceremony and then run out after 13 hours?

But Bishop Powis was no ordinary layman.

“I received a revelation.”

It was a prayer of real tension that was offered with more fervent devotion than the fasting prayer that others offer on their knees for a month.

But the monk’s puzzled eyes did not subside.

They dare to doubt the fact that prayer can also be used to suppress tension.

“Yes, but even so. Hasn’t it only been half a day?”

I answered this trivial question by holding out my palm.

“That is the case of the lowly ones who cannot pray with sincerity because they have too many distracting thoughts.”

“Half a day is still a bit much.”

“should!”

Is it because he is a goalkeeper who never backs down even against Terveer?

He was being so damn picky that I had to resort to a parable based on a religious anecdote.

“If life were determined solely by the time lived, how could humans have defeated the hordes of this world?”

“that…”

“Would a man who goes into a dark place take the feeble light of a candle, or would he take the burning lamp of kerosene?”

“Does it matter?”

“If the devotion of one who prays to God to know the next thing is but a weak candle, how can he illuminate the dark future even if he truly receives revelation?”

Only then did the fastidious gatekeeper, the monk at the gate, frown and reveal his deep wrinkles.

“Thanks to your extraordinary devotion, you received the revelation in just half a day?”

“Blessed are those who believe.”

And the hammer of heresy will be struck down upon the unbelievers.

Fortunately, the monk was a man who only asked questions based on common sense.

Unlike paranoid patients who are caught up in the dark magic of doubt and cannot see the clear reality, and make wrong choices.

The monk, with his upright mind honed through long training, quickly realized that my words were the truth without a single falsehood.

“Thank you, Starlight, for showing me.”

He knelt down, claiming to be a living witness to the miracle.

I laid my hands on this monk’s head and said:

“Send a letter to Bishop Ileniput, head of the Ordo Sanctus Ilenio.”

“You won’t disclose it to the public…?”

“Interpretation comes first.”

What is revealed to us by God is true.

At least assuming it’s not a pipe dream.

But if the revelation is indeed true.

“It was an ominous revelation. If I did it alone, I could end up interpreting it wrong. I need the bishop’s help.”

It was a revelation that could never be published or revealed to others.

***

Terveer’s expedition was a great success.

It was no wonder that everyone was trembling at the sudden upheaval in the Duchy of Nevar.

It was a time when the same worries about having to prepare for war were creeping up on everyone regardless of social status.

The expedition of Terveer took place then.

And the people of Powis, without exception, regarded this fact as good news.

The news of the expedition was so loud that it filled the cathedral, famous for its seclusion and quietness, with voices chattering away.

Where has the precept of silence gone?

Three young nuns were whispering and talking while sweeping the floor with brooms.

“I don’t mean to look down on the other Nari’s in the borderlands, but…”

“When something happens, isn’t it too late? As expected, it’s reassuring when Sir Terveer steps in.”

“I heard Lady Yurid is going with you too? I’m jealous. If I had a relative like Bishop Yeha, I would have done something different.”

I smiled pleasantly at their conversation and put my hand in my bosom.

Since I had a lot of things to take notes on, it was worth always carrying charcoal and a notebook.

Flick flick-.

[Sisters Margherita, Catherine, and Anna. They are so absorbed in small talk that they don’t notice a third person during the sacred cleaning time. The Mother Superior will advise them.]

Even the nuns who had to keep the precept of silence were making such a fuss.

Everyone in the world was so focused on the fact that the strongest knight in the siege was leading an army of a thousand men that they didn’t even bother to pray for my closing prayer.

In fact, it is natural that to others it would seem like they are simply hiding to avoid Terveer’s backlash.

But the really important thing was this.

August 2, 1225.

I took advantage of the time when the whole world was abuzz with the news of Terveer’s expedition and headed to Illeniphut.

Of course, without any attendants and without publicly revealing my whereabouts.

The purpose was to fully interpret the revelation I had received.

Fortunately, Bishop Ganista, the head of the Ordo Sanctus Ilenio, was an expert in this field.

Even if he didn’t know, he would have told them to find out, saying, “If you don’t know, then it’s over.” But it was resolved amicably for both parties.

Moreover, Illeniphut is a settlement where the influence of the Inse has been deeply rooted for a long time.

Thanks to this, there are many records that were rescued and obtained through brutal oppression.

Ironically, Ile Nipou is the place in the Morning Isles where the greatest number of documents related to Ise, including the miracles and powers of Ise, are preserved.

And the countless documents stored in the library under the Illeniphut were of great help this time as well.

After listening to my story in detail about whether it was a dream or a revelation, the bishop guided me to the library.

“When you asked the lords for help, did you believe they would come?”

“no.”

“Hehehe. Your Majesty, before we get to the main point, don’t hit me with a question that’s thrown out thoughtlessly like a knife. So… are you sure?”

Bishop Ganista asked, carrying a bundle of rolled up parchments in his arms.

“I prayed to Lux Stella, but someone who was not like Lux Stella at all appeared?”

“Even so.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“A unique blue light. I couldn’t see that color at all.”

chin.

Bishop Ganista put the parchment down on the desk and remained motionless for a while.

Then he let out a deep sigh and looked at me with a pale face.

“Your Majesty. This is not the time to be enjoying things like fireworks and firecrackers!”

“no.”

Who would have thought that Qin Shi Huang would go mad from frustration if he heard that? He would have said that so calmly.

But what good would it do to say such things to a bishop who does not know Qin Shi Huang?

The bishop seems to have felt similarly.

“I think your guess is correct.”

On the unfolded parchment was a familiar outline, drawn, however crudely, by hand.

A hunched bone clearly visible beneath a worn-out black robe.

“The form that the god of war takes when he reveals himself. This is evident from the striking coincidence between the painting depicting the form and the testimony of the subordinates.”

In my dream, I saw the god of war, Bello Bellum.

As soon as I found out about that, I asked a question.

“Bishop. Then why does this world exist for me?”

“…”

“Why, why did the god of war show up during a prayer to Lux Stella?”

The bishop remained silent for a while.

Instead, he unfolded the rolled up parchments one by one and carefully examined the lines of text and pictures.

After a while, he jumped up and let out a short exclamation.

“epitaph!”

“?”

“Yes! No, Your Majesty! You clearly had a dream. A dream about the fallen kingdom, its final days!”

“Do you think that has something to do with the appearance of the God of War?”

“There is no meaningless part in revelation…!!!”

As Bishop Ganista spoke, he took out from his mouth an epitaph containing an anecdote about a saint.

This is a verse in honor of Ilenius, a saint greatly revered in the morning system.

Saint Ilenius, who resisted the sweet temptations of the demons of the world and led the refugees of the fallen kingdom to Lux Stella.

Although the body was afflicted with illness, the soul was gathered under pure light.

The explanation starts here.

And it was also a story after my death that I didn’t know about.

“Saint Ilenius is the son of Chamberlain Ilen, whom Your Majesty remembers. It is said that after Your Majesty’s death, he took advantage of the gap between the Ise faction’s fighting over how to divide the spoils and launched a final attack together with Chamberlain Ilen.”

“Why?”

The choices of the chamberlains Ilen and Ilenio were difficult to understand.

Common sense tells me that if I die, the country will be finished too, but I’m just jumping into danger to pick up a few more treasures.

I think I was considerate enough, but when I actually held it in my hands, I felt like it was lacking.

The question arose the moment the bishop opened his mouth with difficulty.

“…Your Majesty, the spoils of war were the remains of the lonely king who died of exhaustion.”

“…”

“Before the light of the stars of the world reached them, the king who was torn apart by the hands of Ise was destined to be captured by them. The refugees of the fallen kingdom lamented this fate and attempted a desperate raid to rescue the king.”

It brought up emotions that were difficult to describe, mixed with facts I had not yet thought of.

“But his heart is still bound to this land. He died with the fragments of his shattered kingdom before the starlight could reach it.”

“?”

“Your Majesty, do you still not understand?”

The bishop let out a slightly trembling breath and raised his index finger.

The face that had been pale had regained its color a long time ago, flushed with excitement.

“The kingdom that was shattered before the starlight reached it. The kingdom that the church called the fallen kingdom is not the Kingdom of Labanstar that Your Majesty spoke of!”

“ha…”

The first thought that came to mind when I heard Bishop Ganista’s nonsense was regret.

Ah, the bishop is also getting older.

Ultimately, it is a sigh to realize that there is no cogwheel in the world that lasts forever.

At that very moment, the bishop began to snap his index finger.

With a very confident smile.

“Your Majesty’s dreams speak for themselves. A son of a lowly serf who refuses to be a descendant of the founders who founded the kingdom, who rejects the royal family tree and fights against the invasion on his own! How can he, who does not contain a single drop of noble blood, symbolize the kingdom of Ravansta?!”

“It was fabricated later?”

“But Saint Ilenius, you would not have thought so highly of the son of Chamberlain Ilen, who led the resistance alongside Your Majesty.”

bang!

The bishop slammed the table with both hands and declared:

“The ‘Kingdom Shattered Before the Stars Reach’ that Saint Illenius spoke of was a country led by the son of a serf who had no relation to the progenitor god of Lavanstar! It was a kingdom that had just begun to emerge under Your Majesty’s command, and had collapsed before it could even have a name…!”

Hmm. Now that I hear it, it sounds plausible, but it also doesn’t seem plausible.

Write…

No matter how you look at it, it is an interpretation rather than a dream, but the bishop who is actually interpreting it is the only one who is immersed in shivers.

He began to shake both arms that had been slamming the desk and to add exclamations at the end of every word.

“The shattered kingdom also refers to Your Majesty. Oh, my goodness… Saint Illenius…”

“?”

“A king torn apart by the hands of Ise, a country that was born solely through the ability of that one person. The unique figure who symbolized a country that was left nameless and bereaved was soon handed down. Saint Ilenius lamented its fate and breathed his last along with the fragments of the kingdom, the last piece.”

Despite my indifferent expression, the bishop’s excitement showed no sign of abating.

The bishop raised the index fingers of both hands and clicked them a few times.

“My thoughts are as follows.”

He made a bold statement.

“Originally, those who were not baptized could not refuse anything that the devils of this world and the gods of this world wanted. Your Majesty was no exception. Saint Ilenius knew this fact through some means. That the king who was torn to pieces by the pagans would one day be reborn as a being belonging to the gods of this world when all his body was offered as a sacrifice…”

“then.”

But that statement of conviction had some merit, which was problematic.

I quickly straightened my posture and listened to the bishop’s interpretation of the dream with the utmost silence.

“Did the god of war really revive me?”

“It wasn’t revived.”

“Whew…”

“Your Majesty’s body will probably be revived even now. The god of war himself is showing interest in it. He will be constantly trying to summon your spirit.”

Hiccup!

I’m the type of person who doesn’t get surprised easily by simple facts.

I couldn’t help but be a little shocked by the shocking news that my already dead body was still moving.

“But something. Something we do not yet know is preventing the resurrection, the complete rebirth of the soul and body of the lonely king Barialdo.”

As soon as I heard that, I really thought to myself:

“Even if it was my body, if it was torn apart for 600 years, that’s a longer time than when I was alive. If we lived apart for 600 years, can’t we just go our separate ways?”

“Hahaha. I guess there’s a reason why they say a good hometown is good. They even came to find out about it.”

It may sound nice, but after 600 years, even parents and children will be strangers.

Every meeting has a parting.

Even if God told you to do it, if you were once in the same body and separated 600 years ago, shouldn’t you not be so obscene?

The bishop came to a conclusion after seeing me struggling with unexpected worries.

“Your Majesty, I believe that it is Saint Ilenius’ arrangements that are preventing the complete revival of Barialdo.”

“…”

“What do you think, Your Majesty?”

After hearing that, I stopped worrying.

He stopped stroking his forehead with his index finger and thumb and looked straight at the bishop.

Bishop Ganista’s dream interpretation definitely helped me a lot.

Because I could clearly see what this dream meant.

This is it.

“A dog dream.”

It’s a dog dream!