Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 240



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240. If you can’t avoid it, find a reason to enjoy it.

1 year.

If it’s long, … and if it’s short, it’s a very short period of time.

Especially if you are preparing for war.

However, if you have been building up your basic physical strength steadily since before and prepared for any unexpected crisis, it would be a little bit better.

It was really just a little bit, but it wasn’t a very short period of time.

June 2, 1226.

It was a day when a cool breeze still tickled my ears, even though it was a time when the heat and humidity were starting to rise.

But as I walked towards the prepared podium, I felt a sweltering heat.

Because people were crowded in the square in front of the cathedral.

As I finally started to climb the stairs, hundreds and thousands of pairs of eyes looked in my direction.

The number of people gathered here now is a whopping 10,000.

Of course, the citizens of Seoul, a densely populated city with a population of nearly ten million, may not think of it as a big deal.

However, for someone who remembered the old situation of the Duchy of Powis, it was bound to be a new experience.

Duchy of Powis.

Despite its long history and solid family tree, it was a country that was truly called the weakest in the morning system after going through many hardships and declines.

Even the semi-barbarian tribe of Yuvas had to bow down to the demands of political marriages that were almost forced.

There were countless reasons why this miserable situation had to be like this.

The questionable ascension to the throne of Duke Athelton.

A foreign wife from a distant land, not of local nobility.

All kinds of corruption and embezzlement committed by the former bishop who thought the king was a dummy.

Countless pseudo-monasteries sprang up like mushrooms, eating away at local taxes and manpower while claiming only their rights.

A system and administration that was run in a haphazard manner without clear standards.

The lords who used the lack of legitimacy and legitimacy of Duke Athelton as an excuse to act however they pleased and to further expand their own authority.

Financial management was always on the verge of collapse due to meager income and poor economic structure.

The neighboring countries are swallowing their saliva at the sight of the mess our country is in and just waiting for the day it will go down.

Even the pagans who came to find me, crossing that cold ocean, as the last Hwalongjeomjeong.

“…”

When I look back on each one, it’s amazing how I persevered.

Of course, overcoming these numerous national crises involved sacrifices and hardships that are difficult to put into words.

The sacrifices and suffering that were shared by everyone in the Duchy of Powis, but that were carried more and more heavily by certain individuals.

The moment I thought of his noble determination and dedicated attitude, I felt tears welling up in my eyes.

I can’t show tears on stage.

I paused here for a moment, thinking it would be right to gather my emotions and then go up.

But the more you suppress your emotions, the more they explode.

Eventually, I couldn’t suppress my emotions and ended up shedding bitter tears to the attendant, John the Bald, who was guarding the stairs.

“Hello? Are you crying?

“Ah. I can’t hold back my tears when I think of his honest, hard-working, and honest work ethic, as well as the simplicity with which he found happiness and joy in small places.”

“No… Was there such a person???”

“John. You know him too.”

“Bishop Ganista, perhaps?”

“Bam!”

I am not denying the dedication of Bishop Gannista, but it is not enough to bring up the person who should have come to mind first.

But John the Min-Muri was tilting his head as if he couldn’t remember anything.

Can’t be helped.

I can only give you a small clue.

Big.

I gave a small cough and pretended to wipe away tears, then raised my thumb.

It was to point out the person who accomplished this amazing feat.

Only then did the bald John realize who he was.

“….Yes. No way.”

The number one contributor who developed the once weak Duchy of Powis to this point.

A reformer whose achievements no one can deny.

A wind of change that breathes life into a world that had been rotting and decaying while resting on the past!

“Can you see it now?”

-I’m talking about the person named Narva, right after Bishop Powis.

“Oh my god.”

“ten?”

“I don’t know how I’ve only just remembered you, the one who started all this, the one who is truly called the right hand of the king.”

“Hmm. Okay. Let’s move on.”

He has been showing off his guns since he lost his hair, and it seems he has reached his peak.

I nodded at John’s answer, which was filled with wisdom that grew day by day, and stopped questioning him.

And talking to John really helped me sort out my feelings.

After wiping away all my tears, I went back up the stairs.

“…”

Soon, I could see 10,000 soldiers standing in a line, looking in this direction.

10 thousand.

They are an elite group of soldiers who have been carefully selected and filtered from among all sorts of people.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was the strongest army that our Duchy of Powis could prepare.

The equipment condition was also quite good.

I can see it even if I just look down from the podium.

A significant proportion of soldiers wear chainmail.

In addition to their armor, there were quite a few who carried swords on their waists or brought their own weapons.

Most people will use a spear, but they will bring along a secondary weapon that can save their lives in a crisis or melee.

But more than anything, what met my standards was the look in their eyes.

Although not as many as the soldiers I led during my time in Barialdo.

All of the people gathered here had the same passion in their eyes as volunteers, with the aim of lowering Ise below the horizon and raising the level of humanity.

This means that there is less worry about being dragged in and being treated like a traitor.

They must have much better mental strength than the army of fools who kept yelling at people who were actually dragged in, asking if they were being dragged in.

The cause of the temple was that strong among the people of this world.

There were some familiar faces among them.

Commander Tervere, who stands at the very front of the line with a solemn demeanor, his adjutant knight Sir Herset standing next to him, the mute Yurid, and Martin, who is right next to him, etc.

Instead of wasting time pretending to know everything, I started giving a speech for the temple.

“The twilight of Ise, the dawn of the human world.”

The first step is the slogan that the church puts forward.

A phrase that everyone says symbolizes the triumph of humanity.

“We live in the waning days of the world, as the saying goes. The alien races have declined to the point where they can no longer be considered a force, and the few followers that remain are destined to wander the barren lands beyond the cold seas and perish.”

But the truth is still grim.

“That’s why I was mistaken.”

I witnessed firsthand the cruel secrets hidden beneath the castle walls.

“Ise is completely finished. Inse’s victory is confirmed, so there is no need to try any harder.”

I don’t particularly consider humans to be good.

Everything that humans and other races have done to each other is, strictly speaking, evil.

Still, I sympathized with the argument that we must fight for humanity.

Rather than thinking that humans are the good side, they should win.

“We are now paying the price for that arrogance.”

This was because if you didn’t fight, you would be eliminated from the competition for survival.

“Now, before us, enemies we thought had been completely defeated have returned and are pushing back the chains that bound our ancestors.”

Let me be frank.

These races surpass humans in certain areas even without the favor or protection of the gods.

Even if we exclude the existence of gods, they were too powerful for humans, who were inferior or latecomers in terms of physical ability and the years of development and development that went into creating civilization, to challenge them.

This is probably why humans, led by the church, have thrown away all morals and ethics and are pursuing a policy of extermination against other races.

Humans.

“The chains that our ancestors swore to break no matter what the price, no matter how much blood was shed, are now!”

Still weak.

On that day, when God changed his mind, he was desperately terrified, turning his back on the fierce battle situation that could turn around at any time.

Of course, I couldn’t help but be scared.

“Once again they are trying to strangle our lives and our descendants!”

-Ise might come back.

And the other races.

The moment the old masters return and once again seize control of the world, humanity will be thoroughly repaid.

“Some will say, ‘Let’s kneel down’ because they are afraid of fighting. Some will say, ‘Let’s strike the abacus’ because they cannot bear the loss. They will say, ‘Let’s cherish peace.’”

The fear made the martyrs prepare for an eternal fight instead of resting.

Even while alive, he trembled and could not find peace until the moment of death, so he tied himself up even after death.

“Peace. The most precious word of all. No matter what the reason, war can never be more just than peace. I agree with that.”

The underground of the saint.

I felt it deeply when I saw the mummy of the Stone Throne, the martyr who had once stood against Ise as an Aura Awakener.

“But if you ask me whether peace is worth the blood of future generations, I would say no.”

Ise and Inse.

The two have already crossed the river of no return.

It was a situation where one side had to be completely destroyed and annihilated before there could be any relief.

Of course, there is a way to mediate between the two while dreaming of a beautiful ideal and opening the way to harmony and coexistence with difficulty.

“If the price of peace is the shedding of tears and blood by future generations.”

I am only human.

Of course, it is true that I am far ahead of my time and have many outstanding qualities.

However, we are mere humans who acknowledge our own imperfections and cannot avoid making mistakes and failures.

“I reject peace.”

In reality, I am a king who has already failed once.

“I’m willing to tolerate my people accusing me of cruelty!”

Even though it was a different world, we couldn’t gamble with the future of the entire human species.

“I will not see my enemies praising me as honorable and benevolent!!!”

That’s all I’m saying.

“You who have gathered under the banner of the temple, I now ask you!”

I raised my hand, pointed to the soldiers and asked.

“Do you want to be remembered as being kind and honorable to your enemies, who made your descendants shed tears and blood?”

Then everyone gathered in the square in front of the cathedral answered with one mind and one heart.

Prepare the temple.

“Or would you rather defeat your enemies than be criticized?”

This time, everyone clenched their fists and beat their chests.

Thud, thud.

The people in front of me finally seemed to clearly realize what was at stake in this war.

What is at stake is the fate of the human species.

In a narrow sense, it was the fate of my family, friends, and neighbors.

It was a much more concrete and realistic reason than some abstract and buoyant definition or belief.

Perhaps, to some, it was justice itself.

The plain fact is.

“”Prepare the temple!!!””

People began to yearn for a temple in the true sense of the word.

“Be at peace, you who will raise the banner of the temple and lead the dawn of humanity forward.”

I looked down at the people who were longing for the temple and declared calmly.

“Your families will thrive on the corpses of your enemies who will accuse you of your sins.”

***

On 2 June 1226, the Duchy of Powys declared a holy war after a one-year hiatus.

Under the pretext of punishing the paganism and heresy rampant in the Duchy of Nevar and bringing about proper order.

Of course, letters of protest from local lords arrived, but it was of no use to Narva, who had already been branded a heretic.

The grandeur of the Holy Army was so great that it was rare to see it in the morning.

Under the command of Commander-in-Chief Tervere, there were lords and free knights who wished to join the army, as well as knights belonging to the Dorre Order who brought weapons.

The large army of 10,000 soldiers was not ordinary in terms of the quality of its equipment.

Moreover, Narva showed his expertise in managing this large army.

The office of the bishop’s cathedral.

Narva called Terveer aside and revealed his secret plan.

“Lord Terveer, I will leave the command on the scene to you, but I will tell you the grand plan that you must accomplish.”

“The grand plan?”

“That is the ultimate goal that must be achieved in this war.”

Give the field commander a lot of authority, but set goals for what needs to be done.

The planning process was not overly detailed, with only a general outline in place to allow the on-site commanders to improvise appropriately.

However, he took a different course from Tervère, who wished for the complete conquest of Nevar.

“There is no need to advance all the way to Nevar’s capital, Netalium. No, you shouldn’t do that either.”

“What? But…”

“I know. You probably think that the fundamental solution is to replace the current puppet King of Nevar.”

However, in the process of advancing, there will be countless casualties and there is a high probability that they will encounter strong opposition from the local lords.

Narva then presented his plan, floating the net.

“The purpose of this temple is to replace the ruling class in the southern part of Nevar and the territories bordering us, and to establish a buffer zone so that we can intervene when heresy spreads.”

“If the current Duke of Nevarre is still alive, wouldn’t this be completely useless?”

“He’s just a puppet anyway. You can think of the other local lords as the ones we need to persuade.”

“The lords?”

“Even if they were tempted by the deal the pagans offered, they would not be so stupid as to not realize that their own fate depended on the pagans’ change of heart. That is what I am proposing to my friends.”

Knock knock.

“Double vassal contract.”

“…!”

“Anyway, those bastards are going to squeeze the blood out of the serfs…”

Narva tapped his forehead with the index finger of his right hand and chuckled.

“Let’s suck it up without lifting a finger. It will be a long-term holy war that will make the local serfs safe by making them pay attention to the church, and at the same time, it will restore the church’s influence in the long term.”

“Hmm. I think it would be better to just confront it head on…”

“It’s a hostile locality. If you gradually increase your power, they’ll probably get excited and make the first move.”

But I didn’t explain everything to Terveer.

Another goal that Narva is trying to achieve through this temple.

That was right in the double vassal contract itself.

Neva and Powis.

As more and more Nevar lords entered into a double vassalage agreement between these two -.

‘The right and legitimacy of the Duke of Powis to rule over the Neva region are acknowledged.’

If war is unavoidable, we will make it happen so that it can help achieve our grand plan.

The morning system.

Only one king could be crowned to rule this divided land.

That one and only voter right now.

He was moving to assert his legitimate rights.