Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 236



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236. This is said to be good.

Most people are selfish.

You probably have the naive thought that it doesn’t matter as long as it’s not you.

That’s why I hate taking responsibility.

They are noisy when they talk, but when asked if they will try it or take responsibility, they often mumble, turn their eyes away, or keep their mouths shut.

Of course, there are very few exceptions.

There are leaders who lead people with noble causes, and people who just feel good about helping others.

However, exceptions are called exceptions because they are few in number.

And when the moment comes that no one wants to take responsibility, someone who also doesn’t want to take responsibility is dragged out.

Thanks to this, I was able to see the true face of humanity that people are busy praising and worshipping all day long.

A scapegoat who shifts everyone’s faults to one person.

A loud accusation to claim that only those who do not want to admit that they are wrong are wrong.

On the topic that was brought up, the person who was brought up was admonished not to be swayed by personal feelings.

I have seen people who do not want to take responsibility for their own lives, so they leave them to others or beg.

The same goes for mothers who earnestly pleaded that their children not be drafted.

I understand your feelings.

If I were told to send my child to a battlefield where he would most likely lose his life, I would run away too.

however…

There is something that those people don’t think about.

“What are you going to do with it?”

I looked up at the woman in the portrait, Tesherina, who was shedding tears while still carrying a backpack on her back, and started to cry.

“Ma’am, the person you’re borrowing money from is a murderer. What’s the point of borrowing money?”

Honestly, it’s not me, it’s the people who are petitioning who lack empathy.

That is to say, there is a lack of sensitivity.

As the saying goes, let’s put ourselves in someone else’s shoes and think about it.

I am a plunderer and an invader who came on an expedition to eat well and live well.

So, I was trying to split the head of a weakling and steal his stuff, but this guy begged for his life with both hands clasped together.

Then what?

Would you mind giving me a look when you’re so clean? Would you be so kind?

If they were such compassionate people, don’t you think they would have gone home before they came out to loot and started taking care of their enemies?

If I were a looter, this is what I would do.

Don’t make me feel bad for you, you idiot. Just die peacefully.

“Ma’am, think about it from the perspective of a robber. If you take it while the owner is alive, it’s stolen property, but if you kill the owner and take it, it’s loot, so why do you think they’d let it live?”

– However, I will not spare anyone who fights against me.

“That doesn’t mean that those who don’t fight will be spared.”

As soon as I returned the answer, gloomy, gray tears began to fall.

The portrait that once boasted a variety of colors despite its faded appearance has become dull.

Tesherina’s sobs grew louder.

-Why do you do that when you can avoid it?

“Can you avoid it?”

-Ahh… Barial too.

A smile appears on Tesherina’s lips.

She was looking at me and smiling even though she was shedding gray tears.

-It is my joy and my sigh that I have conceived you.

These were the last words.

The gray tears that filled the frame eventually stained the entire portrait.

And then the candles that had been shaking precariously disappeared all at once.

Leaving only the lingering scent of melted wax.

-It was at this time that someone’s footsteps were heard.

Self-sacrifice.

The footsteps approached, carefully crushing the broken glass.

Self-sacrifice.

The owner of the footsteps seemed to be holding his breath, like a criminal who couldn’t escape from a crime scene.

If you pay even a little attention, you can realize it.

Self-sacrifice.

The distinctive, savory, and subtly sweet scent of burning flesh, with a disgusting, meaty odor added like seasoning.

A cloak that is torn here and there and that sweeps the floor, turning it into a mess of ash.

A breath that is cold but full of passion like a storm.

Self-sacrifice.

The one who promised to give me everything and took everything away stopped right behind me.

I didn’t bother turning around to face him.

We weren’t in a position to exchange greetings and I didn’t feel like doing so.

Unfortunately, affection often doesn’t flow both ways.

This case was representative.

[Royals.]

Beneath the gray-painted portrait stood a somewhat familiar figure.

Even though I’m wearing a black cloak in this dark room, I can feel it clearly.

Like a faintly burning ember, like a lighthouse positioned far beyond the swaying horizon.

The existence before my eyes, although not dazzling, was scattering a sense of presence.

One who hides clean, skeletal remains without a single piece of flesh beneath a blackened and torn cloak.

He spoke in a calm, relaxed tone, exhaling the cooled sulfur breath.

[That’s too bad.]

The surviving old god of Ise.

Among them, there is a leader who is said to be the most powerful.

The god of war looks at me and says.

[Being so consumed by anger that you can’t see the wind.]

Unfortunately, I didn’t have much to say in return.

“This is a church.”

Any trespassing will be reported to our God.

That was the moment I said that.

[The protection promised by the alien starlight is not here.]

“what?”

The answer didn’t come right away.

The god of war strode towards the coffin where Tesherina was laid to rest behind the tombstone where the portrait hung.

It would be more accurate to say that he slipped rather than strode.

If it weren’t for the hem of his cloak dragging on the floor, I would have thought it was teleportation.

The god of war was cautious as he stood before Tesherina’s coffin.

[Alien starlight promised equality, but.]

It’s so strange that I find myself saying this…

[Your wish was in the air.]

The god of war was very careful, like a parent caressing a newborn baby.

He placed his hand gently on the coffin lid, his expression full of care.

[Not the end promised to everyone.]

Squeak-!

The remaining index finger bone lightly scratched the coffin lid.

Then the god of war lifted his finger that was scratching the coffin lid.

[Because I wanted an opportunity that was only allowed to me.]

The shallow thought that perhaps even God made a mistake quickly disappeared.

thud.

The basement was filled with inaudible noises, noises that should not be heard.

I had a gut feeling.

Intuition soon led to action.

Srrrrung-.

Thanks to the care I took whenever I had time, the sword came out of its sheath smoothly.

[death.]

The war god took a couple of steps back from Tesherina’s coffin, which was beginning to rattle.

[We have saved you from what you thought was the end.]

He grabbed the hilt and aimed the tip.

But I could tell just by aiming.

This guy can’t be killed with a knife.

This is not an opponent that can be resolved with physical force.

Even if we don’t know what they eat to live, starving them to death seems to be the only way.

You can trust this expert opinion, derived intuitively from a savage who has taken countless lives.

“how?”

I aimed my sword at the god of war and shouted.

“Lux Stella will be guarding it?!”

Honestly, I thought you wouldn’t answer.

But the god of war surprisingly had a kind side.

Instead of unconditional hostility, he calmly explained while showing off his ambiguous goodwill.

[Occupied.]

Rattling.

It was like grasping at straws.

[fate.]

It was just nonsense spouted out without context.

[She chose our new chance, our new destiny, instead of the end promised by the alien starlight.]

As he said that, the god of war grabbed his chin with his left hand.

He held it tightly and slowly, gradually opened his jaw and spoke clearly.

[Take it, Barialdo. I am giving you a chance because I love you.]

CLANG!

The nail that had been driven into the lid was sticking out.

[A long time ago.]

The hinges scream.

I could no longer aim at the god of war.

I aimed my toes and the tip of the sword at the coffin lid, which was beginning to shatter.

and.

[Give back the teeth your mother swallowed.]

The coffin was broken.

A human-like figure shot out from between the shattered pieces of wood.

The reason I didn’t specifically call him a person was simple.

Isn’t it a bit strange to call something that crawls around on the walls and ceiling like a cockroach a person?

Moreover, it flew towards my face like a real cockroach.

I am…

I don’t want to treat a being that crawls across the ceiling in the dark and flies toward my face as a human being.

At this very moment.

-The blade I wield is filled with nothing but murderous intent.

Choaack!

It feels like chopping down a rotten tree.

The discomfort was compounded by the lukewarm liquid splashing out from the cut surface.

But it was nothing compared to what followed.

“madam.”

“…”

“What kind of foolishness made you abandon the starlight of humanity?”

The revived Tesherina retained a relatively human form.

Why did you insist on using the word ‘relatively’?

This is because the lower jaw area of ​​the face is completely split into four parts.

Anyone who sees it will be terrified by its sharp teeth that jut out like shark teeth and its jaws that are cracked open like a military bug’s.

It was at this moment that my stigmata glowed brightly enough to illuminate the entire room.

Then, I could see in more detail how horrible the opponent in front of me was.

Finally, I couldn’t hold it in any longer and was the first to speak.

“Is this the opportunity you promised?”

The eyes that vaguely showed human will told the cruel truth.

A person was trapped inside a lump of flesh.

Trapped in one’s own flesh and no one else’s, forced to move according to the desires of one’s own flesh…

“Is this an opportunity?”

This is a monster.

The incarnation of the survival instinct that has swallowed up emotions and reason that come from the survival instinct.

He was a monster who lived with the scars of the will he had lost in the past, moving only to satisfy his lust.

The moment I shouted like that.

[Her destiny could not reach here.]

The calm tone of the god of war reached my ears along with the cooled sulfur breath.

[We. I.]

The god of war told the cold truth.

[If you hadn’t told me to swallow my teeth.]

The god of war stepped back again.

[This is the answer to prayer.]

but.

[We have taken possession and decided. After a long wait. Waiting until the directionless anger directed at us has faded.]

This time he sat behind me.

[I have determined the time and place of your resurrection.]

“….”

[Not for the sake of gaining, but for the sake of what you believe. Instead of being arrogant and thinking you can win without sacrifice, be prepared to give calmly and humbly.

Not for rewards, but for realization.

He who seeks justice for its own sake rather than for the price he will receive from it will be favored.]

“I’m revenge.”

Only then did I realize.

[He trampled everyone for your justice, so he too will be favored.]

If you fall for a crazy guy, you fall for the wrong guy!

***

Outside the basement.

The Duke of Athelton and his family, who had gathered together for the first time in a while, were having a nice time.

But, as time goes by, it’s natural to wonder if someone doesn’t return.

A representative example was Ethelred, who smiled happily at the sight of his wife and son chatting.

Ethelred stopped laughing and suddenly began to tilt his head as if he had realized something.

“Come to think of it, Narva is really late.”

I thought that my youngest sibling, who was always extremely cold, wouldn’t be that upset when he saw his mother’s portrait.

Terveer’s thoughts were very different from Ethelred’s.

“Guy. When you stand in front of your mother’s portrait, you just bow your head and pray without saying a word.”

“Really? Narva?”

“He may be cold to me, but he’s actually a caring guy. Don’t think of him as someone who is too cold-hearted, a bum, or just plain cold. He might be disappointed inside.”

“I don’t remember saying that… Well, if you get to know him, he’s actually a very cruel guy…”

As the two brothers spoke, they began to glance at one spot.

There.

“Yeah… Narva… said that in front of his mother’s portrait…”

There was Prince Athelton, chewing on his words with eyes soaked in sentiment.

“Maybe he did it because he was afraid that showing that kind of attitude would be considered weak. I wonder if he couldn’t pay attention to this side of himself as a father.”

“No way! Isn’t it common for men to hate showing their weakness? It’s not your father’s fault!”

Terveer urgently calms down the depressed Duke of Athelton.

Ethelred felt a tickle in his heart at the sight, and suddenly frowned and turned his head.

“Where do you think the sound of swords being cut is coming from?”

“Brother, stop talking nonsense and help us appease Father. Arsenios, Eurydice! You two, don’t just sit still and act cute to Grandfather!”

It was an unexpected observation.

Ethelred smiled bitterly and dismissed what he had heard as nonsense.

‘Yes. What kind of place is this? There’s no way someone would swing a sword thoughtlessly at the grave of the former mistress of the Powis family.’