Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 227



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227. I will give you a separate business card. The fog that had been soaking my ankles is clearing.

As sharp sunlight began to filter through the gloomy shadows of the forest.

Terveer lifted the visor of his helmet, revealing his bare face.

A drop of sweat runs down the bridge of my nose.

Terveer’s whole face was glistening with sweat.

It was because of the extreme tension that even the excitement of the battlefield could not completely suppress.

Terveer frowned at the strong smell of blood as he wiped his face with his surcoat.

I looked around just in case, but it was the same as expected.

There was no cloth to wipe it with.

ha-.

Terveer sat down with a deep sigh and threw off his helmet.

After catching my breath several times, I finally managed to open my mouth.

“That was dangerous.”

It was not an easy fight.

Of course, it is an expression carefully chosen to protect the pride and honor of the knight.

Terveer shook his head with a self-deprecating laugh.

‘It wasn’t easy. Well, I guess I wasn’t leisurely enough to brag.’

Let’s admit what needs to be admitted. Only those who acknowledge the enemy’s capabilities will survive.

As a seasoned knight, Terveer has always maintained two principles, and thanks to this, he has earned the title of the Strongest in Pois.

This time it’s the same.

Because the opponent was a pagan, I had to evaluate him more objectively.

In that respect, this leader showed agility and stealth that surpassed imagination.

If it weren’t for the enemy, I would have been purely impressed.

It was an astonishingly bizarre trick, and an ambush and surprise attack that was as deadly as it was bizarre.

Terveir and his army were driven to the brink of annihilation.

Even though they immediately prepared to respond as soon as they noticed the ambush.

The victory or defeat was truly a close one.

The eyebrows twitch.

Terveer couldn’t let go of his tension even after the fight was over.

I was so excited and nervous that I couldn’t control my emotions and was sitting down, shaking my legs.

I wondered if he was worried, so he pressed my leg with a vicious hand, but my leg was strong too, so it was a futile effort.

Eventually, Terveer gave up on fighting with his own legs and let out a sigh.

ha-.

‘Those guys are changing too.’

This time, the leader was someone whose name was not even properly known.

No one in the Duchy of Powis knew of a white-browed, bow-wielding pagan leader.

Some might say that he was just some unheard-of bastard, but Terveer’s thoughts when he encountered him directly were completely different.

Sometimes, an unseen knife is more dangerous than one with a high reputation.

The leader I met this time, White Eyebrows, was like that.

With its dense penetrating power and uncanny speed, it has a lethal force powerful enough to instantly shatter a shield wall.

There is only one reason why such a powerful being is unknown.

“Is this the first time we’ve survived?”

Terveer was speaking out loud without thinking.

Just then, a cool breeze blew, cooling the beads of sweat, but Terveer felt a part of his heart hardening.

This guess was soon proven true.

The identity of the birds that had been chirping and circling near the barracks was revealed as soon as the search began.

In the field where Sir Herset had led Terveer, there were about a dozen corpses lying around, pale and cold, having vomited out all their blood.

“They are messengers.”

“It wasn’t the sound of a bird. It was trying to warn of danger even as it died…”

“I was moving letters that all had Sir Mild’s seal on them. Sir Mild seemed to have had a few setbacks.”

The security system that Bishop Narva had painstakingly built up was functioning properly.

The problem is that the opponent was the leader of the White-Eyebrowed Group.

The message the messengers desperately tried to deliver must have contained something related to this.

Terveer opened the blood-stained letter without thinking.

“….”

“Excuse me, Sir Tervere. I will read it for you.”

“Um. Please.”

He gladly gave the opportunity to Sir Herset, who raised the corners of his eyes.

As soon as Sir Herset received the letter, he quickly recited its contents.

“When the fog begins to roll in, don’t hesitate and immediately stand back to back with those you see, raise your shields, and form a circle. Send signals with your lights, as the sound of bells or shouts will be buried in the sounds of instruments and birds and will not be properly transmitted…”

The letter clearly showed his concerns about how to deal with the leader of the white-browed group.

These are simple rules, but they are methods that we would never have figured out without sacrifice.

Sir Herset continued reading the letter without wavering.

It was a plain message, without even a single greeting or greeting.

Then, at the end of the letter, I came across handwriting that was clearly written with a trembling hand, although the tone was calm.

“Swoop.”

“Sir Herset? Is that the end of the letter?”

“no.”

Sir Herset shook his head with a dark expression and answered.

“I wish you good luck.”

Terveer.

Even though he is a blind knight who can’t read a single line.

“…”

I wasn’t so stupid as to not know what happened.

***

The number of warriors who attacked was only 400.

Of the 1,000 men led by Terveer against the 400, nearly 300 were killed or seriously injured.

Considering that they were ambushed, the damage is small, but considering the numerical difference, it is a serious level of damage.

The only consolation was that they had eliminated a previously unknown pagan leader.

But even those few consolations were completely forgotten the moment they arrived at their destination.

We arrived at the garrison where the soldiers had been staying and the fence that had been painstakingly built, but there was no sign of life at all.

An eerie silence settles thickly through the cleared forest.

After the bishopric, all the outposts and fortresses along the frontier that Narva had built up with his harsh civil policy and strong iron fist were silent.

Everyone was gripped by a sense of foreboding and their lips were tightly shut.

“That’s ridiculous… Father!”

Martin, who saw beyond the unlocked door, ran out without anyone being able to stop him.

But it was an empty cry.

There was not a single person left within the fortress who could answer Martin’s call.

The knights who followed Martin in late were speechless at the thought of their loss.

“It was not the time to complain about the forced march.”

One of Terveer’s fellow knights said so, unable to bear the guilt.

I thought that if I had endured the difficult forced march just a little longer, I might have succeeded in being saved.

But in the end, what if is nothing more than a delusion.

Sir Herset said coldly and bluntly.

“No, it was too much even then. There was no way to save them. Even if we had brought the exhausted soldiers with us, we would have died together.”

At first glance, it seemed like a cold-blooded statement.

However, Sir Herset’s gaze, which resolutely denied the possibility of salvation, was fixed on Terveer, who remained silent.

I’m talking about Terveer, who is on the saddle, holding the reins and pursed his lips.

“We could not save them or take revenge on them, could we, Sir Tervere?”

Tervaer was silent for a long time before he finally answered.

“Hmm. I guess so…”

It’s a gloomy voice.

His voice was hoarse, as expected of a man with a soft heart despite his appearance.

However, he was not a knight so lacking that he would neglect his work because of tears.

“We’ll collect the bodies and clear out the fort. We’ll use this as a base to gauge the extent of the damage in the surrounding areas and then re-establish our defenses.”

If that were the case, Bishop Narva would not have singled out Terveer for sending him.

Fortunately, Terveer was a commander who was skilled at clearing settlements exposed to pagan raids.

First of all, to prevent the spread of the plague, the corpses were gathered in one place and collected, and the clothes that were contaminated in the process were collected separately and burned.

During this process, the identities of the bodies were confirmed.

Only then did Martin find his father’s silent body.

Two knights who were in charge of defending the frontier.

Hustan Orn Suster and Mild Orn Geron were found near the forest a little way from the fortress.

The reason for the delay in confirmation was that it was difficult to identify the person.

The only thing that could be used to identify the body, which was mangled to the point that its armor had been torn off, was the signet ring on its finger.

Martin stood there blankly for a while before asking the soldier guarding him.

“Why are you here?”

“Given the circumstances… it appears that you have volunteered to serve as rearguard in order to open a path of retreat for the messengers.”

Martin knelt before his father’s bloodless, pale, mangled body in front of the soldiers.

The face was equally miserable.

It was so mangled that no trace of facial features remained.

Boohoo!

Martin tore off his coat, tore it in two, and covered the faces of the two knights.

The two people who usually showed off their friendship fell asleep under Martin’s coat.

“That’s why I didn’t want to be a knight. What’s the point of working so hard and getting first place?”

Martin didn’t shed a tear.

He neither cried bitterly nor sobbed silently.

“What kind of a title would you give to a guy who only needs a corner of a room…”

Martin simply stroked the hem of his father’s coat that covered his face.

But that wasn’t all the damage.

August 7, 1225.

Terveer, who survived the raid, went out to repair the fallen outposts and fortresses and check the damage.

As a result, Terveer was faced with a completely unexpected reality.

“Does that make sense? The pagans attacked only the fortresses and guard posts, leaving out the villages!?”

A hot-tempered knight stood up and slammed the round table.

Even those who were not quick-tempered looked at him with suspicion.

“How could they have infiltrated the forts in such a timely manner, without any siege weapons at all? The answer is obvious.”

“White Eyebrows. Wherever the group of bastards passed, rotting food and treasure were left behind. They gave up the loot and just attacked purely.”

I’m not pointing fingers at anyone yet.

But unless you were an idiot, it was obvious who the knights were suspecting.

Finally, while Terveer’s attention was momentarily diverted, one of the hot-tempered knights arbitrarily led his men and threatened a nearby village.

He gathered the villagers together and growled fiercely while brandishing a sword.

The villagers, who had gathered simply because they were told, trembled and begged for mercy.

“Me, Nari! What… what sin have we committed against you?”

“How dare you. How dare you say such shameless things when you are in collusion with pagans!”

“Huh? What, what! Nari, we have never done that! We are all loyal members of the church…”

“I don’t want to hear it! You disgusting idiot. Do you think you can fool me with your eloquence?”

It was a tense situation.

If Lord Herset had noticed this late, the massacre might have begun.

The soldiers also agreed with the article.

At the moment when both the knights and soldiers were grasping their swords with glaring eyes, Sir Herset, who had arrived on a horse in a hurry, was barely able to stop them.

“Everyone, stop! These people are all protected by the sacred law of the Church. If we harm them without the judgment of the bishop, it could be considered an act of ignoring the law of the Church!”

“….”

“Don’t you know that the stigma of heresy is also stamped by the church?”

Canon law. After the bishop.

The name of Narva, which had driven out people with harsh social policies, protected the people this time.

The knight had to back down, gritting his teeth in frustration.

“Tch. You disgusting little bastards. Just wait for the day His Majesty the King will punish you.”

The soldiers didn’t say anything, but their eyes still had a clear hostility in them.

It was that evening that Terveer heard the news.

“I will ask Narva’s opinion. Why did the pagan leader move so easily?”

After hearing Lord Herset’s report, Terveer immediately made a decision.

“What do you think about kicking Yurid out of the seed?”

Even to my daughter who can’t speak.

***

The secret journey to Ile Nieuwet was truly rewarding.

Thanks to Bishop Ganista’s wise advice, I was able to realize that it was not a revelation but a dream.

After all, getting diagnosed is the best.

I leaned back in my chair and finally let out a sigh of relief.

But the coziness didn’t last long.

dripping.

I wondered who was knocking on the office door.

“Your Majesty, I have received a letter while you were away. It seems to be very important.”

A monk with a young look on his face opened the door without fear.

“We don’t do surveys or anything like that.”

“yes?”

“Oh no. Leave it alone.”

“yes…”

I inadvertently picked up a habit from my time on modern Earth.

I remembered the days when I would get a little excited when I checked my missed calls or messages, and 100 out of 100,000 were spam emails.

Rattling.

The expression on the monk’s face as he puts down the letter and closes the door is very disappointing…

Right now, my priority was to read the letter that was addressed to me.

I opened the letter with trembling hands, unable to hide my pounding heart.

Are these finally letters of support from enthusiastic followers who admire the great character and abilities of this bishop?

Was the old saying that if you stand firm in the face of slander, truth will eventually triumph, really true?

So I spread it out and-.

“Hoo.”

This is a letter from Terveer.

There was a lot of very interesting content in it.

This is especially true of the actions of a group of pagans who only attacked and killed civilians in dangerous areas.

I guess I’ll roll that dirty little thing around.

It was a delicate scheme of discord that would have been difficult for a horde of barbarians to employ.

There were other things to say, but I decided to put them on hold for a moment because there were urgent instructions.

I dipped the feather tip into the ink without any hesitation.

[In any case, local heresy investigations are forbidden without the presence of a priest not authorized by Bishop Powis. Any arbitrary action against serfs protected by canon law is considered a challenge to the Church.]

This is why people need to have power.

[He was the Bishop of Powis, the apparitionist of the stigmata, and the third son of the Clerius Powis family.]

The surest way to stop the local chaos is.

[Warning from Narva, the financial and inheritance advisor.]

It was to let them know that I was not a bishop or anything like that, but someone who could tackle each and every one of their estate inheritances.

another.

[And field commanders must not neglect the management of their subordinates.]

Terveer.

I’m your boss.