Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 228



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228. There is one thing I have felt while living three lives in the Iron Blood Church.

The thing is, people don’t really like depressing and pessimistic stories.

Everyone wants a bright and hopeful uptrend story.

Sometimes, even the trials and losses necessary for a winding narrative were not tolerated.

I understand completely.

Wouldn’t life be lacking even if you only see good things?

So I lifted the feather myself.

The content of Terveer’s letter was appropriately edited and revised to create a bright and hopeful tale of heroism.

There were a few things to keep in mind when doing so.

first.

[Fight against the wicked pagan leader, the White-Eye Hunter, and achieve a surprising victory.]

People use expressions that make them frown without even realizing it, which maximizes the negative image.

Here the over-excited lower-ranking officers make the mistake of belittling the enemy by calling them a handful of sloppy men.

This is an absurd attempt to silence the voices of doubt.

The real high-level players have to move in the opposite direction.

second.

[The Whitebrow Hunter was a dangerous leader who had been secretly pursued by the Church until recently, and was skilled at bringing down numerous fortresses through meticulous surprise attacks.]

Do not underestimate or disparage your enemies.

Rather, it adds just a little bit of room for imagination, suggesting that the enemy was by no means an easy opponent.

In particular, people understand faster when there is something to compare or compare with rather than a lengthy description.

Even though the causality has changed, the moment you see the phrase that the church was secretly tracking you, you will realize that it is that dangerous.

The third point is related to the second point.

[The church believed that the sudden coup in the Duchy of Nevar was possible because of the White-Eyebrow Hunter’s intervention, so they enlisted the help of Ordo Sanctus Illenio to pursue him. Feeling threatened, the White-Eyebrow Hunter moved south, and the church dispatched a knight, Sir Tervere, to defeat him.]

Engage people in explaining the questions they naturally have.

Most people are unable to fully accept the knowledgeable advice of an expert or a few wise words from a wise man.

It’s not a matter of good or bad, but each person has their own opinion, so what can you do?

Suppressing with authority only lasts for a day or two, but in the end, the best method is to lead people to think in the direction of the answer I want.

Now the floating is over.

fourth.

[The wicked White-Eyed Hunter realized too late that he had fallen into a trap and tried to escape, but was unable to do so. The brave and dedicated efforts of the knights and soldiers guarding the border were enough to capture the group of heretics, and thanks to this, Lord Terveer was able to condemn them…]

The loss of local troops was by no means insignificant.

This is how the promotional slogan with lots of MSG was completed.

I looked at the finished draft with a satisfied smile and put down the feather.

Especially the last part, where the struggles of the local troops are depicted with great imagination.

This was the most important part.

Of course, that was actually the case.

Thanks to the garrison at the border, the group led by the White-Eye Hunters was prevented from coming down right away.

The deaths of the 150 men stationed at the fortress, the 40 who had been dispatched to a nearby outpost, and the two knights who had rushed to the scene, Sir Hustan and Sir Mild, were valuable.

More than enough.

But I was a political guy.

“…”

The fact that the local garrison, despite fierce resistance, was unable to stop the pagan hordes proved to be a fatal weakness.

Not physical weaknesses, but political weaknesses.

In particular, who was it that forcibly relocated and whipped countless refugees and lower-class people under the pretext of strengthening the defense of the border?

Who was it that caused them to expend considerable financial and manpower money, claiming that they needed armies and fortresses to stand up to the dangers of the pagans?

A person who created a lot of resentment by implementing various oppressive policies, including the Samin policy.

There’s no need to go far.

These are all the deeds of this body, Bishop of Powis.

If the local garrison’s performance had become known, my political enemies would have been moved.

They are the ones who have been successful so far, and because they have connections, they have been waiting for an opportunity and have kept silent.

Those who do politics are similar wherever they go, regardless of the times.

None of them were so clumsy as to miss a single fatal mistake.

It would be better if I just step down.

My defeat would mean the abolition of the policies I drafted and led.

The foundation of the Duchy of Powis, which had been built with great effort, was shaken to its core.

So.

[The church will congratulate Sir Terveer for defeating the danger of the White-Eyed Hunter, and plan to ring the bell with a joyful meaning to commemorate the valuable victory.]

We decided to hold a festival.

To ensure that no attention is drawn to the deaths of Hustan, Mild, and the soldiers who served under them.

Even though he was a corner commander and corner strategist who only led cyber warfare, he still remembered one principle of war.

There is no war in this world without losses.

Moreover, it is a war against gods.

Never have I been so arrogant as to think that I could win a fight against the gods without making a single sacrifice.

***

It was a valuable victory.

That’s understandable, as the evil heretics behind the sudden coup in the Duchy of Nevar were defeated.

White-Eyed Hunter.

The pagan leader, whom the Church had secretly pursued as a person of interest from early on, was unable to defeat the brave Terveer and his troops.

The head of the white-browed man who had been insulting the king was beheaded without fail and was soon to be carried around Powis as a monument symbolizing victory.

The church rang its bells without ceasing as soon as noon to commemorate this victory.

The bell was struck with such passion that even the serfs, who were too busy trying to make a living to care about anything in the world, would bend down in the fields and blink their eyes.

“What day is it today?”

“I heard that you won a great victory against the pagans. I heard that Bishop Nari personally praised your achievements?”

“Uh… I guess there’s nothing to see here.”

When most people sigh in relief or just move on,

The lynxes, who had been glaring at each other while looking for an opportunity, stuck out their tongues with disgusted faces.

The synagogues were small lords who began to band together in disgust at Narva’s pursuit of a strong centralized government.

“Another bishop?”

“It seems that you already knew something about what happened in Nevar. It was suspicious when you moved Lord Tervere right away…”

“Tsk.”

I didn’t even feel any regret.

If they had failed, then it would have been different, but since they had succeeded again, the Three Baeks would not have changed their course.

The favor and wide support that Bishop Narva enjoyed from Duke Æthelton, as well as the solid foundation built through the successive successive policies, were not easily surpassed.

The lords could not even bring their lips to the wineglasses, brooding over the fact that they had missed the opportunity to persuade the three counts.

But the resentment towards Narva came from elsewhere.

“…”

Terveer.

The knight, who loved his family dearly, could not help but be disappointed when he received a letter written by Narva himself.

“He must know. I told him everything, so he has no choice but to know.”

He was so heartbroken that his eyes were bloodshot and the veins on his forehead were bulging.

Instead, the face of Lord Herset, who was reading it, turned pale.

“But now that you know that Yurid is too frail and delicate a lady to lead a knight or an army… and yet you know that!”

Could it be because I was expecting the brotherly love that Narva usually showed?

So, I guess I felt even more betrayed when I received this reply.

“Lord Herset, read the rest.”

“Big. Sir Terveer, is it really so?”

“By all means!”

Even Herset asked separately.

Narva’s reply was so cold and heavy that it made Terveer jump for joy.

Sir Herset let out a small sigh and finished reading the letter.

“That… Yurid Orn Stregos Glerio Powis is an important person who will assist Sir Athelred and Prince Arsenios, who will lead the Duchy of Powis in the future. He must gain sufficient military experience.”

“Eeeeeeeee.”

“I dismiss the argument of Lord Tervere that she is useful as a noblewoman. Now that the other duchies of the Morning Isles have lost their power, forming an alliance through political marriage in the local area has lost its meaning, and the arrogant royal families of the mainland will not attach much significance to a political marriage with the Duchy of Powis. Rather, the knighting of Squire Yurid is essential now that there is a lack of trustworthy commanders.”

“Eeeeeeeee…!!!!”

“I cannot allow the dismissal of Seed Yurid just because he has experienced difficulties on the battlefield during the process.”

At that moment, Terveer’s patience ran out.

bang!

A narrow table is shattered by a single punch.

“Narvaaaaaaaaaa!”

Terveer continued to let out hot breaths, unable to contain his disappointment and anger.

“If you hadn’t given me that precious armor, you should have gone and defeated me right away!!!”

Of course, that wasn’t the only reason.

If only Yurid had fallen, Terveer would have returned.

Unlike Terveer, who was running wild, Sir Herset read Narva’s reply with both admiration and sighs.

“Talent is talent.”

After his capture, Bishop Narva made sure that the world’s eyes were focused on his victory.

And as everyone watched the death of the White-Eyed Hunter, Narva sent out a detachment of priests to promise and implement a sure reward and treatment for the sacrificed soldiers and knights.

“Yes? Can I leave the village?”

“His Majesty has given special permission. You may stay if you wish.”

“Well, what about land? You need land to farm.”

“The church also has a lot of land. You will become a tenant farmer under contract with the church.”

The soldiers’ families were granted tax exemption for several years and the right to relocate to safer hinterlands.

Even while promising them their due rights as tenant farmers belonging to the church.

He also quickly quelled resentment by promising priority relief supplies to the villages from which soldiers had been drafted.

And that’s not all.

As a single-baron, Narva was also thoroughly involved in the inheritance of the manor by two knights, Sir Hustan and Sir Mild, who were always worried about inheritance.

For Sir Mild’s family, who did not have enough property to distribute, he even distributed the inheritance out of his own pocket.

And in the case of Lord Hustan, as he had only one child, Martin, he was able to receive very unusual special treatment.

Martin Ornster.

He was speechless when he saw the letter from Narva that came to him.

I read it in broad daylight and couldn’t believe it, so I read it again secretly, by candlelight, when everyone was asleep.

But the letter spoke firmly.

[You are free. Return to your inherited estate, or if you still have an interest in the military, stay and assist Tervere. You don’t have to worry about Yurid anymore.]

Martin’s dream came true.

The young man who hated the article was finally able to escape the path laid out by others after a long struggle.

***

August 27, 1225.

Terveer received instructions from the bishop of Narva to restore the defenses of the frontier.

Terveer, who usually takes care of administrative matters, has become like this.

“Huh. Just go back. You’ll pay dearly for pushing the delicate Yurid into a corner!”

Terveer grumbled a little and began to work on stabilizing the surroundings as instructed by Narva.

Beside him are his comrades who have fought on the battlefield with Terveer and defeated countless pagans.

“…”

Yurid is trying to say something with her lips pursed and her hands busy.

“Why did you stay?”

“…”

“No, even if you ask why I stayed.”

And there was Martin, groaning in pain, his chin resting on his hand.

Nod.

Martin stared at Yurid, who shook her head weakly, and then opened her mouth.

“Isn’t Sir Yurid my superior? An adjutant should be by his side.”