Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 230



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230. The fight is unstoppable

Blood is thicker than water.

Terve and Narvara were no exception.

Of course, those who hear this will not be convinced and will talk about the appearance of a hundred people.

Terveer, with his sturdy build and wild beard, and Narva, with his youthful appearance and unshaven face.

Not only do they not look alike, but Narva looks so young that they almost look like father and son, let alone brothers.

What about personality?

Terveer, despite his knightly and brave impression, often sheds tears and secretly gets along well with his soldiers, while Narva, true to his reputation as a cold-blooded man, insists on an authoritarian and oppressive attitude.

At first glance, there was no one who seemed more out of place than Terveer and Narva.

But even those who doubted whether the two were really brothers soon became convinced.

Passion and determination.

He has the same level of concentration as me, putting off sleep and meals to focus on something once he gets into it.

These similarities became even more evident after he took charge of restoring the frontier fortresses.

“Instead of reducing military service in nearby villages, I plan to create a militia. Sir Herset, please recommend a suitable candidate.”

“Sir Tervere. However, His Highness the Bishop has kept the minimum number of men necessary to properly operate these fortresses and outposts. If we reduce the number of troops here even further.”

“Isn’t this a dangerous time? Narva… We should first ask His Majesty to send more men to this area. Since the immediate danger has passed, it would be right to receive supplies for our use instead of military service.”

Although Terveer was a man who was extremely weak in numbers and letters, he was not completely ignorant of military administration.

It was a tragedy for the eldest son, Ethelred.

If I had felt like I was lacking something, I would have given up on it much faster.

But a real crisis tends to come silently.

The misfortune of the knights and soldiers began right now, amidst a familiar scene.

When Martin, who had been on night watch after assisting Yurid all day, was dozing off in front of the brazier.

Tub.

“Who are you!”

Martin was jumping up in surprise at the thick hand on his shoulder.

But the moment they realized who the visitor was in the darkness illuminated by the fire, their shock and surprise quickly turned to doubt.

“Sir Terve?”

Terveer himself was greeting me with his palm outstretched in light clothing.

“Yes, Sir Martin.”

“Isn’t it time for a break? Besides, I haven’t even received my commission yet.”

“Your father risked his life to make you a knight. Just accept it. Besides, what father can rest in peace when his daughter has an accident? He can only sleep when he lies down.”

“That’s… definitely…”

“So. Is there any sign that our Lord Yurid’s condition is getting any better?”

“Oh, it seems like Sir Yurid is avoiding Sir Tervere.”

Martin opened his mouth, saying he understood the father’s feelings of worrying about his daughter.

But little did they know that this conversation would continue until dawn.

The time has come for the morning sun to rise above the horizon.

Martin sighed tiredly, caressing the droopy bags under his eyes with his hands.

“I, Sir Terveer. I’m starting to get sleepy.”

“No. I can’t sleep well when our Yurid is suffering so much.”

“Then I will go to sleep too. Let me go in first.”

“How can you sleep while your dear superior, colleague, and fellow teacher, Sir Yurid, is in critical condition?”

“…”

Even at times like this when everyone is asleep, he walks around with his eyes wide open.

“Hey! Aren’t you getting proper training?”

“No, Nari? Aren’t you sleeping?”

“Looking at your training attitude, how can you sleep well? No, it can’t be done. I will train you from now on!”

“???”

Unable to bear seeing the soldiers groaning, he volunteered to be an instructor, taking up his spare time.

“A refreshing feeling that only the cold, heavy wind can contain.”

“Ugh, gasp…”

“The beads of sweat fall before the rising morning dew!”

“Ugh, ugh.”

“Every step you take now can save a life later! Untiring stamina is the foundation of victory, and unstoppable steps are the shortcut to victory! Come on, let’s run with all our might! If we run now, we won’t regret it later!”

I woke up those I had been keeping an eye on at dawn and started running through the garrison together.

At first, everyone thought that it would stop after a day or two.

But when the strange phenomenon went from a day or two to a week, and then a week to a month, I knew something was wrong.

“Lord Herset, please tell me something.”

“It’s good to be passionate, but…”

“Ugh.”

Of course, Sir Herset is also picky.

Sir Herset had a reputation for ruling his men with harsh discipline in exchange for giving them a little more pay.

Even Sir Herset was often embarrassed because he could not keep up with the standards that Terveer set forth, so how much more so must ordinary people be.

Finally, after groaning for a long time, Sir Herset slowly nodded.

“Okay. I’ll tell Sir Terveer.”

Terveer tended to overestimate the average person’s performance.

The one who stopped him every time was none other than Sir Herset.

I thought it would be like that this time too.

As soon as Sir Herset entered the tent, he witnessed a strange sight.

Wince!

The scattered-looking Terveer suddenly turned around.

“Sir Terve?”

“Uh, yeah? Oh. Sir Herset, huh? Is there something you need?”

“No. What are you hiding?”

“I didn’t hide it… eek.”

Terveer frowned as he tried to make excuses without realizing it.

After a while.

Terveer let out a deep sigh and muttered something he didn’t know.

“A pledge of honesty. Huh.”

“?”

Resignation settles on shoulders as heavy as a mountain.

Terveer slowly turned around with his head down and raised his right hand.

Sir Herset narrowed his eyes, wondering why he was suddenly acting like that, and only then did he understand the reason.

“Sir Terveer. That. That!”

“I didn’t see things as I saw them, did I…?”

“Why is that on the back of your hand?!”

Blue Cross.

A token of devotion granted only to those who have sworn and faithfully fulfilled their vows, the Star of Humanity, Lux Stella.

The bright blue light was sparkling on the back of Terveer’s hand.

***

September 30, 1225.

I jumped up from my seat and looked around at everyone in the office.

John the Bald, Edwina the Maid, Beneath the Elder Sister, Walter the Deacon…

I found myself clapping my hands as I saw familiar faces sending me sparkling, curious eyes.

Clap clap clap!

I just clapped without saying anything.

The gazes looking this way became a little sharper, but it was news worthy enough.

Clap clap clap clap clap….

“Your Majesty, do you plan on never stopping clapping until we ask you?”

“John. You were curious, weren’t you?”

“Oh my. Yes. Why are you clapping all of a sudden? There must be something great written in the letter.”

As expected, he is a curious and enterprising John.

It may be because he is a bit timid, but in fact, he had the scholarly attitude of a man thirsty for new news.

Luckily for John, there was someone right in front of him who would grant his wish.

Bishop Powis, the human lamp genie who was always good at granting other people’s wishes and the embodiment of altruism, readily granted John’s wish.

“Finally, a second stigmata apparition has appeared in our parish.”

“yes?”

“Tervere Orn Stregos Gleio Pois! With the oath of honesty and the holy war, I have been granted the stigmata!”

Flutter-.

I stretched out both arms toward the sky to dynamically express this joy and delight.

The sound of the cloak flapping was so loud that it reached my ears.

But the office was completely silent.

It was such shocking news that it took me a while to accept the truth.

The first to react was the maid, Edwina, who had been silently pouring water into a glass.

“I see. Then, Sir Terveer’s blood too?”

“That’s not it…”

I understand why you can’t reveal that you’re an adult.

It seems that a woman’s desire for youth has been greatly underestimated.

I continued talking, slowly lowering the arms I had raised.

“I heard the good news, now the bad news.”

“Hey, bad news?”

Senior Sister Beneta, who had been silently blinking, began to speak.

Yes, that’s right.

There are two major pieces of news delivered today.

One was good news full of joy and delight, the other was a headache-inducing, annoying chore.

I felt my forehead starting to hurt already and pressed my index finger against my forehead.

“They say there are insects coming down from above.”

“Insectivore…?”

“okay.”

Carnivorous.

Could there be a more fitting word than this?

I’m the type of person who always calls people who have lost their homes and run away in a hurry “refugees” or “displaced persons”, but this time, I just couldn’t stand it.

“Nobles who lost their lands in the Duchy of Nevar have come to seek refuge.”

If a lord loses his land, he becomes a mere beggar, and this bloodline-based cartel society does not tolerate that.

The social security safety system, built on strong blood ties against the harsh laws of nature, has always been in operation, everywhere.

Especially when you want to fuck someone.

bang!

I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I slammed my fist on my desk.

“He asked me to reclaim his territories.”

This is a trap.

It was clear that the plan was to ruin Powis’s few troops and finances by dragging them into the swamps of Nevar.

If it were normal, I would have just ignored it and moved on, but this time it’s a little different.

“The wicked pagans are stirring up trouble, so let us gather together under the banner of the temple!”

They fell over the temple.

Since it was a religious cause, it was obvious who the target of the collusion was.

-grow.

It was such a coincidental request at such a coincidental time that it was hardly a delusion of persecution.

The exile of the Novelists is clear.

I was aiming for the day when I would have the title of Bishop of Powis.

***

On September 30, 1225, the lords who survived the coup in the Duchy of Nevar fled to Powis.

The exiles from Nevar were grateful for the warm hospitality of the local nobles of Powis, and were active in spreading the word of the previously unknown tragedy.

“A strange fog has settled over all of Nevar. The churches have long since been reduced to garrisons of contentment, and the monasteries are holding out with their doors firmly shut, waiting for the tribulation to pass.”

Nuns reduced to ornaments and the defiled idol of the Holy Cross.

“In the thick fog, people are disappearing one by one. Those brave and trustworthy people who raise questions or show the will to solve this are disappearing without a trace…!”

Churches that look fine on the outside but have been looted of all their treasures, and villages that are slowly turning into ghost towns.

“I have heard that Bishop Powis has already defeated the heretics many times. He is different from the previous Duke who accepted that unruly horde without thinking, the current Duke who is a puppet, and the apostates who were blinded by the miracles they promised!”

And the survivors, huddled together in a corner of the room, praying fervently for salvation to come from somewhere.

The reality of Nevar, as told through the mouths of survivors, was far beyond imagination.

Even cynics who usually went to church with an indifferent expression would feel a sense of crisis and rest their chin on their face with a serious expression after hearing the rumor.

The survivors’ expectations were now turned towards Powis, the only functioning principality in the Morning Isles.

It was at this time that the name of the Twilight Meeting that Narva had so cruelly kicked out began to become known.

“If it weren’t for the Twilight Society monks, no one would have known. Under Bishop Powis, the Twilight Society monks are roaming the dangerous wilderness, searching for those who still have courage, gathering evidence and witnesses! Only then can His Eminence come to save us!”

At that moment, the scales tipped.

Narva, who had long ago been calling pagans a danger and advocating oppressive policies, was slowly coming to terms with his own karma.

Amidst the complex web of countless reasons, people who had been observing the situation until now began to speak up one by one.

“Let us go and help our brothers in faith!”

“The people of Nevar are crying out for help!”

sanctuary.

Everyone began to look toward the temple.

Just one person.

“…”

Except for the bishopric of Narva.