Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 235



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235. Exiled and buried

As we live, there are times when the way we think about ourselves and the way others see us are different.

Even if we are close, there are many cases where we only see one side of a person, so it was inevitable.

Ultimately, only you can objectively evaluate yourself after thoroughly examining all of your multifaceted and three-dimensional aspects.

Duke Athelton, a father in the top 1% of medieval society who showed great generosity to his children, was no exception.

“He acted like he would never visit his mother’s grave. But he’s still close with Terveer, so he seems to listen to what Terveer says.”

“It’s as if you’re saying indirectly that I’m an unfilial son of a bitch.”

On the way to visit my mother’s grave.

Duke Athelton seemed excited to have his family together for the first time in a while and was spouting off words he had been holding back.

There was one creepy thing about it: most of the topics of conversation were aimed at me.

It’s called most of them, but if you look at it in detail, it was only 10%.

Whenever Prince Athelton speaks, it is always a topic related to me or I am mentioned directly.

I felt a chill down my spine at this fact.

Could there be such a coincidence?

It was a truly strange and surprising pattern discovered in an unexpected place.

This time it’s the same.

Duke Athelton glanced over while holding the reins, then began to click his tongue.

“This guy. Judging from his expression, I can tell he’s racking his brain to come up with some nonsense.”

“no.”

It’s because I feel so wronged.

When referring to me, you only need to say one word.

Two sides of the same coin.

Why do I, who clearly shows my love for my family and those around me through my actions, have to be criticized like this?

If it were normal, I would have just let it go, but now I’m going to introduce it to my mother (who is due to be born, but is currently unconscious).

I have made up my mind to boldly reform all kinds of wrong prejudices.

“I didn’t want to say anything because it seemed too arrogant.”

“You’re originally an arrogant person, so you can say anything.”

“To that extent… honestly, isn’t that a pretty decent filial son?”

Towering.

Prince Athelton stopped for a moment.

When King Athelton looked back at me, his eyes were filled with a hint of bewilderment and subtle irritation.

“Are you talking about a guy who sold the appointment right without even giving permission and then shouted that he would receive the inheritance?”

“I know that deep down in my father’s heart, he had sworn to give me the inheritance before I could even tell him.”

“I didn’t even think about it. How could I if I didn’t say anything?”

“It is natural that a child who loves his father so much will be able to guess his father’s thoughts.”

Sincerity is bound to move people.

Prince Athelton, who had been grumbling just a moment ago, slowly turned his head to face the front.

And a long time later.

“It wasn’t like I was just being nice to my mother.”

“yes?”

“I should have beaten him more harshly than he had beaten my mother.”

Prince Aethelton laments as if reciting a sermon.

I felt sorry for him and offered him warm comfort.

“If that were the case, would we have such a wonderful youngest child? Don’t worry too much about it.”

“You really don’t want to lose a single word!”

“I think he grew up to be an enterprising and competitive man, just like his father.”

“ah!”

In the end, Prince Athelton was the first to raise both hands.

“Ethelred. Where did Ethelred and his wife and grandchild go and why are you the only one stuck with them?”

The eldest son’s love was the same here too.

It’s really sad to see the youngest son treated like leftover rice even though he’s done all the work.

But in any case, the child who has been with Duke Athelton for a long time is the eldest son, Aethelred.

It’s inevitable that I’ll be emotionally closer to Ethelred.

But Ethelred also had his own circumstances.

“Over there, parents and children will be reunited for the first time in a long time in a carriage.”

Ethelred is in the middle of the retinue.

So, I’m taking a leisurely carriage ride about 30 paces away from Duke Athelton and myself.

There wasn’t any particular reason.

I would like to have a chat with Arsenios, who is usually busy receiving instruction from me.

In particular, I hope that this will be an opportunity to bridge the gap between my sister-in-law and Arsenios.

Given these circumstances, even Prince Athelton had no choice but to sigh.

“That guy Ethelred. He looks just like me, so he’s really pitiful…”

“Brother Terveer is also a loving husband.”

The problem is that, unlike Ethelred who only looks at one person, he is a loving husband who loves countless local wives.

However, Duke Athelton, who had a somewhat conservative view, never acknowledged the fact that Terveer was a concubine.

“Narva, that’s not called a lover, that’s called a rascal.”

“Come to think of it, your father never remarried. What kind of person was your mother?”

Prince Athelton did not answer right away.

Well, if we’re being precise, I guess the part about not being able to do it is correct.

Because I was staring at this side with my mouth open for a while, blankly staring.

Prince Athelton was only able to regain his senses after meeting my gaze belatedly.

“Yes. It’s time for you to know about your mother.”

“You’ll have to find out someday.”

“that.”

At that moment, the sound of chain links swishing could be heard from afar.

I turned my head to follow the strange noise and saw a familiar face jumping around.

Terveer, who had been cleaning the grave ahead of us, was waving his hand with a joyful face, burning with passion.

Prince Athelton smiled at the lively Terveer and said.

“Let’s go in and talk slowly. The portrait is hanging there too.”

***

The place where the 50 or so members of the group were gathered together was a small church.

It’s a really small church, no more than 7 or 8 pyeong at most.

It felt sloppy because the bricks were somehow stacked one on top of the other without being properly finished.

Even here, I couldn’t help but frown, since this was not a place where I had sent a priest.

“It’s not in the documents?”

But when I found out about the situation, I realized that it was a place filled with sorrow.

Duke Athelton let out a bitter laugh and caressed the cloth covering the altar.

“The previous bishop’s misdeeds were so severe that he did not report it to the diocese, but instead created it separately. He managed it with the help of the resident priest.”

“ah.”

“It looks shabby and shabby, and doesn’t have any fancy accessories, but it’s still a place just for your mother.”

The time when the woman who was to become his mother passed away was early in the reign of Prince Athelton.

Duke Athelton, who already had to rely heavily on his predecessor, was reluctant to entrust even the tomb of his beloved wife to a greedy bishop, and as a result, he collaborated with the resident priest to build a small church.

Although it was built in secret and had insufficient funds, it has an inadequate appearance in many ways, but it is a tomb and church for only one person.

Now that I know that, this shabby church looks different.

Prince Athelton.

Despite his weak political foundation, he was a man who cared for his wife so much that he refused to remarry until the end.

It was at this moment that a heavy hand was placed on my shoulder.

“Narva. Let’s look at Mother’s portrait together.”

“I’m glad to see you, Young Master.”

“….”

Terveer has a serious expression on his face for once.

The second sister-in-law, who was always breaking, nodded and greeted me, and the golden sprout Yurid was sticking close to her and mumbling.

Hey hey…

It was the first time I saw Yurid so quiet and gentle.

You said you couldn’t speak, but is that true?

Rather than just leaving it at the barracks, why are you bringing this…

Curiosity and the desire to find out more were welling up in me, but unfortunately the place and time were not right.

There were also Ethelred and Arsenios who got out of the carriage and approached us.

“Terve, I will take care of your father. Go and trouble Narva for a bit.”

“Yes. Arsenios, take good care of your mother. Do your best so that your father doesn’t worry!”

“Yes, uncle. I will definitely do so.”

The rare visit to the grave was thus divided into two.

The eldest son, Ethelred and his wife, will assist Duke Athelton, while Terveir and I will go to see our mother (who is expected to be buried in the church crypt).

Here too, I could find the pitiful side of Prince Athelton.

Although the stairs were bumpy, they were clean and dry enough that you didn’t really feel any dampness even though they were underground.

“You said you built it when you had no money?”

“My father ruined the appearance a bit by making it like this. He also spent a lot of money. Don’t you think practicality and art don’t go together well?”

Perhaps the financial deficit of the Duchy of Powis originated from here.

Somehow, they weren’t even imposing proper customs duties on products purchased from the mainland…

It seems that Duke Athelton used tricks to avoid being noticed when bringing various materials and tools from the mainland.

It is an act of ruining the country with nothing, but it is ambiguous to criticize him because he did it to make a grave for his (expected) mother.

I just kept my mouth shut and glanced at the silent Yurid.

“Is the seed that dreamed of becoming a knight dead?”

“….”

“Yurid. Do you know how a rider on a galloping horse can avoid getting hurt?”

Dori dori.

The sight of her squirming like a goldfish and then shutting her lips tightly and shaking her head is like that of a heavenly girl, a girl.

I clicked my tongue at the sight and declared firmly.

“To stick together without falling and to hold on until the horse gets tired.”

“…”

“If you try to act like a lady now, I will definitely make you a knight, so come to your senses.”

“Narva! You’re the only one who would say that you’re sending your precious granddaughter to battle in front of your mother’s grave!!!”

I was desperately looking for Yurid and got scolded by Terveer.

Yurid and me.

Our close-knit priesthood stood before our mother’s portrait with our shoulders hunched and a listless look on our faces.

The woman in the portrait was not particularly beautiful.

Long, braided brown hair and round eyes.

Eyes full of intelligence and culture, and calloused fingers.

The overall impression is bright and cheerful, from the corners of the eyes to the corners of the mouth, which are full of aegyo.

Terveer looked at the woman’s portrait with eyes full of wisdom and opened his mouth cautiously.

“Tesherina Orne Foyes.”

“Not even Tesserina.”

“Tesherina. Isn’t that a bit of an exotic name?”

Tesherina Orne Foyes.

She was from the mainland, not the Morning Star.

That too, to the east of the Saint Idea.

Of course, if we trace back our origins, they are said to be a distant offshoot of our Powis family that branched off a long time ago.

However, despite its appearance, the Powis family is a family with a long history, dating back nearly 500 years.

If we split 500 years ago, we would be essentially strangers, and that is exactly what happened.

Tesherina was born and raised on the mainland and lived a life of learning, but she came to the island of Achimeun because she was curious about her roots.

“Then, just before he was attacked by thieves, he met his father. He was possessed by the starlight of the world. It was a fateful meeting, so much so that he felt it right away.”

“It’s a truly novel-like story.”

“Well, it might be an exaggeration, but… My father and mother were always on good terms. They were a match made in heaven. They fought, but to others it seemed like a love quarrel.”

“Is that how it looked to your child?”

“Hmm. He was a bit strict with me. He used the book like a club, telling me to take it with my body if I wasn’t going to read it.”

“…”

First of all, I know it was a harmonious family.

During the brief silence I had come to, I clasped my hands together in prayer.

of course.

Bill’s opponent was not the star of royalty, but the woman in front of him.

Narva’s mother.

You may be taken aback when you suddenly hear this, but this is the state of affairs these days.

They say that no matter what you do, those who have tried it do it better.

So, a pro among pros with decades of experience, and a filial piety proven through three job changes.

A child who is truly not jealous of his own children.

A career son with a mysterious concept that becomes more and more mysterious the more you look into it, fake but not fake, real but not real!

From today on, I will be your son.

Since I have already been registered in the church and my family register is broken, if you don’t accept me, I will just become a stranger, so please accept me as your son, which is better than being a stranger.

good.

The negotiations ended here.

I believe that my adoptive mother in the grave will make a rational and reasonable judgment.

The moment I finished praying, I let out a sigh of relief.

“Narva… hmm. Dude, how nice it would be if you were always like this.”

“…”

I looked away, seeing Terveer’s tears running down the tip of his nose.

Pledge of Honesty.

I’m so glad I didn’t do that.

***

Terveer wiped away his tears with his fingers and said.

“Narva, we will go see Father first.”

“Me too.”

“My mother has been here alone for a long time. Even if the resident priest were in charge, it wasn’t a proper church with a regular priest. Seeing you praying, I wish you, the Stigmata Apparition, could stay by my mother’s side a little longer.”

It seems that wherever you go, the wish of a famous priest for the well-being of the family is the same.

Besides, isn’t this the world where the old gods of Ise exist?

There was something awkward about dismissing it as a simple superstition and a bothersome thing, and above all, she was my adoptive mother.

It’s still awkward for me to call her my adoptive mother, but she will become my mother someday.

It would be better to show your child’s filial piety in these small details in advance to get good marks.

Who knows.

If we met in the afterlife, he would slap me and call me a bastard, but I wonder if we could just say hello and get on good terms.

“Sure. I’ll do as you say, brother. I’ll stay here for a moment and pray for my mother’s soul.”

“Thank you, Narva. I’m sure your mother will be very happy.”

My second sister-in-law, who had been silent, also added her opinion to Terveer’s words.

“If my mother had seen you grow up, she would have been very happy. I’m glad we got to meet like this.”

“Mother. It still doesn’t feel real.”

“Haha, I’m sure you’ll adapt quickly. We’ll go up first.”

“…”

When the Tervere couple left, I was the only one left.

It’s a horror movie cliché to be left alone in a place like this.

“…”

As I stand alone in front of my mother’s portrait, many thoughts come to mind.

This was especially true when I saw the candles suddenly start to sway in the wind.

It was so fluffy for a basement, it seemed like there were ventilation holes there.

I’m curious about the blueprints of this church.

-…..yo. this.

I decided to stay in the dark rather than trying to find out anything for nothing.

Instead, he clasped his hands together in reverence.

-……..do.

I am praying with my hands together.

The prayer was so intense that the stigmata on the back of my hand glowed bright blue.

-…

I’m praying.

It was at that moment when I was mulling over to myself that I couldn’t hear because I was praying.

-Barialdo.

He released his clasped hands and slowly raised his head.

To see the portrait of a woman hanging on the wall.

Then, a completely different impression than before came into view.

-Barialdo, who drives out the limbs.

Tesherina.

-Are you going to send me here with all your might this time?

She had been smiling brightly just a moment ago.

-You can’t lose anything against the gods.

Beyond the faded dye, dull and gloomy gray tears were shedding.

I stretched out both arms with all my might to wipe away my mother’s tears.

“You can call me son comfortably.”

A portrait covered in faded paint and gray tears.

The woman trapped in that picture frame looks at me with eyes filled with resentment and longing.

-Even if they are gods who have lost their power and fallen into decline.

“Mother, I’m sorry for your loss. I told you earlier. Let’s be parents and children.”

-It is a being too powerful for a mere human to deal with.

“It was a bit sudden.”

-Barialdo. Raven. Warrior King. I beg you to spare him and my children.

“…”

-When it comes to fighting against the gods… my children…!

hmm.

It looks like the negotiations have broken down.

What came back was not a warm title of son, but an earnest plea.

Tesherina is a woman I have encountered before.

Back in the days of Barialdo, I saw mothers whose children were drafted, and they were saying the same things to me.

We need to tell these people the plain facts.

“I’m already out of favor, so what?”

I slowly lowered my arms, which had been spread wide open, and opened my mouth with my hands behind my back.

“Do you want to borrow it?”

If anything, he said it with the attitude of grabbing the knife handle.