Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 232



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232. Humanist Terrorist

Wherever humans live, there is one ominous presence that can never be removed, like mold that spreads under the wallpaper.

war.

No matter how strong the detergent you spray, how much you repaint the wallpaper, or how diligently you ventilate, mold will appear the moment you let your guard down.

Wherever people live, they can never escape the poisonous mold called war.

Of course, some people talk about the beneficial aspects of war, like the scholars who bring up blue mold, saying that mold is not all bad.

The fact that when huge communities compete for survival, amazing advances can be made in certain fields, and that sometimes they are like torrents that flow and mix technology and culture.

My thoughts are a little different.

It may be possible for certain fields to advance through war.

But we will literally have technology that is monstrously advanced just for war.

Ultimately, for us to experience technology, it must be applicable in the civilian sector, but if war continues for a thousand or ten thousand years, this applicability is bound to be destroyed.

It’s like people who are good at memorizing things but are terrible in actual situations.

Why fight a war?

If you want to live better and are willing to take what belongs to others, what’s the use if you end up living worse off?

Look at the saint idea right now.

Putting aside the cause, if you ask them if they want to live there, a hundred out of a hundred would nod their heads.

Despite the countless developments, it was not a place where people could stay for long as it functioned only for war.

Are those the only harms of war?

As a country grows larger and more well-run, the losses it incurs from war increase more than the gains it makes.

But if you do it carelessly because you are afraid of wasting money, you will end up in failure.

It’s just a prepayment.

An extreme gamble that ends with someone inevitably failing.

That’s war.

And I was the kind of guy who hated gambling and war, but hated losing even more.

I absolutely could not tolerate the burden of risk being borne solely by me for a war I did not want to fight in.

Never.

This is why I explained in detail why war is useless.

A hundred harms were done to those who wanted war, and I was determined to do nothing, literally just get my money’s worth.

Luckily, I had some best practices to refer to.

October 27, 1225.

The day after I gave a speech urging people to go to the temple, I started to actively promote the temple.

first.

“Those who swear to follow the rules in order to enter the temple, all their sins will be forgiven! There is no sin that cannot be washed away, and all your dust will be washed away by the pagan blood flowing beneath the banner of the temple!”

A large-scale amnesty.

They granted amnesty to even the most heinous criminals, provided they pledged to literally participate in the holy war and follow military discipline.

Perhaps because it was a society where ethics were on the floor and dancing, the crimes committed were extremely vicious.

Even the serfs who would cover up minor crimes by saying, “Are we the ones who are different?” are the ones who put this kid on trial, sticking out their tongues and asking him to be soaked.

There were some who were falsely accused, but there were also quite a few who were brought in because there was truly no answer.

The local priests were so shocked by the news that they personally came to ask him to reconsider.

“Your Majesty, we are in the midst of maintaining order according to Your strict standards. Those who are currently in prison are considered extremely difficult to reform. In fact, even the church has abandoned them. Why are you releasing them so easily?”

“I understand your plight.”

I too would like to kill all these kids for feeding them.

The charges examined while issuing the amnesty were very dramatic.

A man who killed his entire family, including his newborn son, out of resentment that his wife was sexually abused by her father, and was caught in the act; a man who committed a murder-robbery and then was caught eating the bones of the body to prevent it from being discovered; a man who was caught trying to slaughter a seven-year-old girl and marry her…

I just realized that the people locked up in our prison are these serious criminals.

Another world… I may have thought it was too easy.

But they also had the manpower to operate right away.

Moreover, forgiveness, tolerance, and repentance were virtues that religious people had to emphasize.

“There may be some among them who have been falsely accused. And there may be others who truly repent their sins and are looking forward to a chance to repent.”

“Yes…”

“Don’t worry, I’ll treat you that strictly. I’ll make you cry and say that you’d rather be in prison.”

Of course, I don’t expect anything from them.

How can people who haven’t even lived their lives properly do a good job as soldiers?

What I’m after are the lords who thought the temple was their business.

I looked at the priests who could not hide their worries and smiled brightly.

“I do intend to help them live out the rest of their lives if they have achieved worthy achievements. I will even take special measures to ensure that those who can be reformed through wrong prejudices do not suffer.”

“What do you mean by action…?”

“A certificate of pardon from the temple. It is a promise that if anyone is unjustly criticized for carrying it out, this bishop will protect them. At the same time, he will also help our faithful followers.”

“?”

These kids are the bomb.

A strong declaration of will that I will never be the only one to suffer losses.

The more vicious these kids’ crimes were, the louder I could laugh.

“How happy would it be if we gave the people to the lords who are in such difficult circumstances that they can barely make donations to the temple?”

They say that all human lives are precious, regardless of their value, and that is truly true.

I became a humanist terrorist who threw powerful human bombs.

Of course, the pressure didn’t end there.

second.

“We are launching a traveling fundraising group to raise military funds for the Crusade. Fortunately, the regular dispatched priests have worked hard to maintain the credit of the salt bonds, making it easy for noble bloodlines to raise their honor. Bishop Powis looks forward to your enthusiasm for the Crusade.”

In the Duchy of Powis, there is something called salt bonds.

In fact, it is a certificate that guarantees that the seller has the corresponding physical goods before the salt is moved.

This system, which was introduced to cut costs and make church intervention easier, worked well this time too.

That makes sense, because it’s the church that issues these things and it’s also the church that goes there occasionally to check if they have the items.

To be more precise.

If you are a lord who uses salt bonds, you have no choice but to watch out for the church, whether you like it or not, and even if you try to hide your wealth and make less donations, this side can take it away as much as you want.

Of course, I have no intention of infringing on the property rights of the lords.

I was just planning to pick one.

“Also, for the ardent supporters of the temple, before entering the temple, we will call their names first and cooperate with His Majesty the King to award them honorable titles.”

Ranking of sponsors based on donation amount.

This was a measure aimed squarely at those who usually boasted of wealth and fame.

Even though you’ve been running around like that, you don’t have a single title that the church and the king promised you?

Then you are an indifferent person who has no interest in the temple.

Of course, there are no disadvantages to not donating.

Even though I tend to be a bit reckless, I’m not that crazy.

But I think Bishop Powis, who is entrusted with such an important role, may be very displeased with you.

Third.

“And those who show no interest or enthusiasm for the temple should voluntarily appear at their local parish to dispel suspicions that they are not heretics or apostates.”

This is the end of the policies that slowly but surely get screwed.

It was time to pay the price for daring to break the world-renowned reputation of being a heretic.

Even after saying this, I really plan to destroy those who come without any consideration because they don’t want to donate or support.

Although there had been no interrogation to identify heresy yet, I was confident.

I would say that the ability of our Powis diocese to root out heretics and apostates easily surpasses that of the fanatics of Saint Idea.

I am confident that I am a heresy-hunting expert with a 100% arrest rate who will achieve the fastest and best results in the shortest period of time.

Fortunately, several specialized methods for hunting heretics were already in place.

However, since it was a task that required knowledge in many ways, John, who was an outsider, was surprised as soon as he heard my instructions.

“The test is whether you can hold a person’s head in a bucket of water for half a day?”

“If you can hold out for half a day, you are a man who borrowed the power of this world. If you can’t hold out, you are an innocent believer who will be reaped by the starlight of the world. Isn’t it easy? Those with weak wills will confess themselves to being heretics and apostates before then.”

“Uh, aren’t we both going?”

“You bastard! How can you compare the determination of a believer to prove his innocence through death with the shallow idea of ​​an apostate who wants to endure by borrowing the power of this world!”

***

That doesn’t mean I only harassed the lords.

Since we decided to proceed with the temple, we were planning to do our best to prepare.

The talent pool alone is like that.

As I was actively working in various fields, I had many enemies, so I decided to firmly settle the issue of appointing a commander to lead the temple in my stead.

“Lord Tervere. The Church deems Lord Tervere, the stigmata apparition, as the most suitable commander to lead the temple.”

The news that Terveer was a stigmata apparition had spread long ago along with the proclamation of the Holy War.

It was a personnel decision that everyone could accept.

Terveer originally boasted of outstanding dancing, had established brilliant achievements, was not particularly a political figure, and was even a knight among knights who recently revealed his stigmata.

Even the lords, who were busy spitting out words, could not find any excuse to refute him, so they just nodded obediently, licking their lips.

“If it’s Sir Terveer.”

“I will follow the judgment of the church.”

“Hmm. If it’s Sir Terveer…”

In fact, the lords had no choice.

Terve or not, they were a group of people who would hate giving me command more than dying.

There were quite a few who would rather serve under the renowned Terwehr than under me, who was relatively inexperienced and practically an enemy.

The problem of disobedience that we were most concerned about has been resolved.

Here I made a very radical suggestion.

“And the church petitions and intends to cooperate by granting Lord Tervere full authority over the border regions.”

These are people who make a living by nitpicking.

All the lords gathered in one place blinked their eyes after hearing what I said and asked back.

“Huh? Full control?”

So I said definitely.

“Full authority over the colonies. Literally the power to conscript the people there, to requisition supplies, to form an army.”

“”…!””

This battle must be won.

If you can’t win, you have to achieve something; if you can’t achieve something, you have to survive.

And I believed in Terveer.

Even though I know what the words I’m saying now mean.

Count Fairson, who always seeks self-preservation and likes a stable balance, was the first to express his concerns.

“Yes, isn’t that too risky a decision?”

“danger?”

“Even though Sir Tervere renounced his inheritance rights, if he is entrusted with that much authority…”

It was clear what Count Fairson was talking about.

Usurpation.

Yes, that’s right.

Even if Terveer himself did not want it, those around him who harbored hopes could instigate or push him to usurp it.

That’s why, since ancient times, monarchs have been desperate not to give their generals too much military power.

He tried to somehow create a rivalry between them and keep them in check, thereby trying to maintain his position.

If they were someone with outstanding abilities, I would be wary, and if they were blood relatives, I would be even more wary and keep my distance.

But I trust Terveer.

“I’m willing to give up my life if only I can win the temple.”

“…?”

Although he has many ugly aspects and sometimes whines due to his childish sensibilities.

“If you have the ability to do so and say you will take it, I will gladly give you everything I have.”

“That, that what…”

Terveer is basically a pure and upright person.

“If only we could win the temple!”

And my faith, while hard to gain, is not easily lost.

If Terveer comes to kill me, then I’ve made a mistake.

To begin with, he is a Terveer who loves his family very much.

Does it make sense that a Terveer like that would suddenly turn around and try to kill all of his brothers and nephews?

I am leisurely.

“I can give it to you.”

To those who discuss unrealistic risks.

“I’m sure you all are equally prepared to go to the temple.”

“….”

It taught me who the real danger is.