Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 225



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225. Dad’s true feelings, hukkuk-.

The first person to express doubt about the continuous sound of birds was Yurid.

Of course, when I first heard it, I could secretly snap my fingers at the clear and elegant sound.

But the moment I overheard the conversation between the exhausted soldiers, I began to feel uneasy.

“Aren’t those birds scared of all these people gathered here?”

“Even a sparrow with a lot of guts is like that. It doesn’t move until someone approaches and hits it with a broom.”

When the soldiers could not bear the physical fatigue, they were guided to think in a comfortable direction.

Yurid disappeared from sight of the soldiers and sat deep in thought.

‘It’s certainly strange that so many people are gathered here, yet they’re staying in such close proximity. And since it’s in the forest, they probably aren’t used to people.’

Thump, thump.

Yurid continued to wander around the barracks with her arms folded, thinking.

He didn’t even know that Martin, who had been dragged to the adjutant’s office, was approaching.

As soon as Martin saw Yurid, he grimaced and screamed, “Eek.”

But it is a matter of name.

Martin approached him, caressing his furrowed brow, determined not to leave his superior alone while he was in agony.

“Sir Yurid, what are you so worried about?”

“Ah. The birds around the barracks seem strange.”

“bird?”

“Usually, when there are this many people gathered together, it’s normal for them not to come near. But the birds around here are the complete opposite. Even though you can’t see them, they keep flying around the barracks and crying. It’s as if they’re used to it.”

“…”

Oops.

Martin sighed deeply inwardly.

Only after hearing Yurid’s words did a thought pop into my head.

Those who move the army must be sensitive to the surrounding environment.

Especially in forests where visibility is poor.

Among these, the part where people can most easily detect strange signs is the behavior of wild animals that is different from common sense.

While no other beasts showed up, only unidentified birds were wandering around the camp.

“Sir Yurid, please report to Sir Tervere.”

It’s a small possibility, but it’s one that shouldn’t be easily overlooked.

Martin, who noticed the seriousness of the situation, tried to move immediately.

But Terveer is trying to crush the knight’s dream.

Realizing that fact, Yurid, still hurt, glared at Martin with sullen eyes.

“What? I don’t want to. If I go to see Dad without a proper reason, everyone will look down on me and say that I’m just a guy with no skills who’s good at just having a good background.”

“No, Sir Yurid.”

Martin desperately suppressed the urge to beat his chest in frustration.

It matters.

She is the only legitimate daughter of Terveir, a noble of high status and the most outstanding knight of the lord family that rules this land.

Given their status, it was right for Martin to let it slide.

furthermore-.

‘Martin. I know I’m too cruel to you.’

‘Yes…’

‘I will give you a chance.’

‘What do you mean by opportunity…?’

‘I swear on everything, including everything I want to protect.’

-There was a promise that the fierce bishop Narva swore with everything he had.

‘The reason I’m pairing you up with Yurid is because Sir Terveer is nagging me to find Yurid a wife quickly. But I’m trying to make Yurid into a proper knight. Yurid is a plant in a glass bottle. She’s tough, but not as tough as a weed.

I was not able to discipline him properly because I was beating him gently, even though he was my nephew.’

‘Is that so?’

‘Even so, if you can serve as Yurid’s adjutant and help her grow, then.’

I will eliminate you from the list of potential grooms.

The moment he remembered those words, Martin was able to raise his head with a firm resolve.

“There is a possibility of an ambush. We should suggest this to Lord Terveer.”

The intruder arrived at just this moment.

Tub.

A heavy, large hand is placed on Martin’s shoulder.

Suddenly, a shadow heavier than the fog fell over his head.

“It’s good to recognize the signs, but it’s a little late.”

“Te, Sir Tervere!”

The owner of that hand was none other than Terveer.

“This is an attack. Everyone, arm yourself and get into position!”

That is, a fully armed Terveer wearing a surcoat over his armor.

***

Toryon is a hunter.

At first, he went out into the snowstorm to fill the void left by his father, who was taken away and offered as a sacrifice to an enemy tribe.

But it was a very difficult task for a young child to become a skilled hunter.

In order to hang the bow on the bow with an underdeveloped body, he had to use his teeth to tie the arrow and pull the bow.

However, it was not possible to accumulate the insufficient experience all at once.

A mind confused by cold, pain and hunger.

Then I tasted the blood flowing from my gums between my teeth, worn down from pulling the trigger, and realized it.

Toryon felt it as he took a sip of the warm blood down his throat.

The feeling of being alive can be felt when you gulp down warm blood.

Under the thick snow, Toryon would pick up the neck of a deer that had fallen from exhaustion and put his mouth to its wound.

Looking straight into the terrified eyes of a deer that is too exhausted to even think about running away.

Every time that happens, I learn about the cruel laws of nature.

Life eats life.

Accept the truth that if you want to prolong your life, you have to take another life.

Toryon accepted the fact.

A wise hunter does not overturn the laws of nature, but becomes part of the food chain and moves with the greatest agility.

It was the same this time too.

The landowners are the hunted beasts, the warriors are the hunters.

Hunter Toryon lifted up the ground keeper who had lost the will to even struggle and drank the flowing blood.

And yet, he looked straight into the eyes of the soldier whose shoulders were drooping.

It was to see the helpless and terrified eyes of the creatures being eaten.

But among the countless beasts that Toryon hunted, humans were different.

The soldier’s eyes, with his limbs hanging limply like weights on a scale, were not filled with only fear.

“…”

hatred.

Even when death is imminent, a powerful emotion that makes one twitch one’s fingers faintly flows along with the blood.

Every time a drop of blood touched the tip of my tongue, a disgusting, iron-like smell wafted out.

It has a taste that makes your shoulders shiver, and is so creepy that if you were asked whether you liked it or not, 100 out of 10 would say it is disgusting.

But this bitter and disgusting taste is exactly what the white-browed hunter Toryon craves.

Because all the emotions that a life expresses just before it ends are contained in each and every drop of crimson blood.

“ah.”

“…”

“Ahhhh. …Ugh, ugh.”

Toryon grabbed the soldier by the collar and shook him like a desert nomad suffering from long thirst.

Then, when it was determined that the amount coming out was not satisfactory, the dying soldier was thrown out.

Only then, beyond the thin fog, and from the shadows of the dark forest, did people begin to walk out.

“Chief. Is the ceremony over?”

“Hehehe, don’t complain. I guess it’s because I’ve been moving carefully that I haven’t been caught yet.”

The moment when Toryon turned around and trembled.

“…!”

All the warriors turned away in disgust.

One of the dogs was unconsciously clutching the axe handle.

White-Eyed Toryon.

The nickname was derived from the land beyond the Great Sea, where snow tends to accumulate.

Toryon is known for burying his face in the throat of the beast he hunts under a swirling blizzard, deliberately locking eyes with it and greedily drinking its blood.

When he rose from his thirst for blood, only his eyebrows were white, so he was called White Eyebrow.

Toryon’s extremely dirty ritual is an act that causes sharp divisions of opinion even among warriors.

Still, the warriors barely suppressed their disgust and changed the subject, as he was the greatest hunter and chieftain who enjoyed the favor of the gods.

“Nothing much. Just wanted to let you know that we’re ready.”

“Yeah! Just get the chief ready.”

Things are going smoothly.

Toryon smiled brightly, genuinely delighted at that fact.

“Huh, is this the arrangement of the gods? Since I’ve just finished preparing, this is perfect.”

Blood so thick it looked black.

I ran my tongue over my teeth and gums, which were covered in a disgusting, rancid smell.

That’s how the raid began.

The vanguard is Toryon.

They took the lead in eliminating the sentries so that the approaching warriors would be discovered as late as possible.

White-Eyed Toryon leisurely moved through the damp fog, firing arrows at the bow.

And whenever the shadow of an unfortunate victim appeared beyond the fog, he would recite a short verse.

“He who only eats, vomits it out again.”

Bones of a sacrifice offered as an offering to a god.

The arrowhead, which has been carved and polished from bone, is reborn as a weapon the moment it is shot with true faith.

Now, Toryon began to offer sacrifices to the gods, however simple they may be.

Toryon showed calm and agile movements befitting his true calling as a hunter.

A gliding technique that allows you to run across a desolate snowy field without attracting the attention of your prey or leaving behind even a single footprint.

And a bow and sword of such powerful force that they can reach the neck of their prey before the wind can even rip through it.

The combined result was disastrous for the sentries.

Huh, huh-!

A twittering sound that oozes confusion.

Even as the sentry knelt in pain and the arrow feathers fluttered, he kept his eyes wide open and caressed his pierced neck.

But despite his desperate attempts, he could no longer be called human.

The unfortunate sentry was now nothing more than a flute, the sound of birdsong instead of wind flowing from the gaping wound in his pierced neck.

The sentries could not die immediately, but fell to the ground, sobbing like birds as they died.

There were more than one or two sentries like that.

Before Toryon could confirm the hit, he moved on to his next prey, and inevitably, he created another victim.

However, the greater the activity, the longer the tail becomes.

Toryon, who had been firing arrows nonstop while bouncing off the bow, suddenly stopped.

The warriors who had been quietly following along at a distance looked puzzled as they saw Toryon standing still.

“Chief?”

“Let’s have some fun too!”

Toryon looked out into the fog without saying a word, loaded an arrow into his bow and fired it.

But this time the results were different.

Crap!

The arrow that was flying with great momentum is now gone.

No matter how strong the bones are, even if a miracle is present.

It was useless against the spinning hammer and chain.

“Bones? That tastes bad.”

Slurp-.

The sound of chains entangling each other cries out for the dead sentries.

White-Eyed Toryon and his warriors.

In front of him were knights and terveres waiting, fully armed.

“Or maybe your arrow craftsmanship is poor!”

The surprise attack has gone out the window.

While the warriors’ expressions hardened, Toryon smiled at Terveer with red-tinted teeth.

“It was quiet. If the attack had been reported, some of the sentries would have survived. Right?”

“What are you talking about, you disgusting pagan, engulfing the soldiers in that unholy fog!”

“hmm.”

When he heard those words, Toryon’s confidence wavered for the first time.

Warrior King.

He is praised by all warriors as someone who is willing to make any sacrifice for victory and is not afraid to even offer bait at times.

He was a cold-blooded man who would never miss an opportunity to win, blinded by the possibility of saving a minority.

Terveer’s words and actions were certainly far removed from that of a warrior king.

But Toryon was a much more positive man than I thought.

“Hehe. We’ll find out if he’s a warrior king or not once we kill him.”

There are only four arrows left in the quiver.

Toryon gave orders while keeping his gaze fixed on Terveer and the knights.

“If you open it this far, the rest is up to you.”

Then the arrogant warriors raised their axes, expressing their regret and annoyance.

“Tsk.”

“Hey. I didn’t come here to deal with those bastards.”

Terveer opened his mouth, looking at the approaching warriors leisurely, yet clearly tense.

“Even if you tell me to run away, I know you’ll be here.”

Terveer, the strongest knight in Powis.

He had a rich sensibility and a seething passion, but this did not cloud his judgment on the battlefield.

“Don’t blame Daddy for being so cruel. I told you clearly! If you die here, Daddy will take all your half-siblings and live with you!”

Terveer shouted fiercely, swinging his chained hammer fiercely.

“…and the wives too!”