Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 241



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241. The Beginner’s Mind Regained by Wisdom Teeth

Narva after the bishopric of Powis.

His evaluation can be summed up in one line.

An outstanding and honest administrator who led the comprehensive reform of the Duchy of Powis, which was the weakest in the morning system, and brought about dramatic changes.

Let me just add a little bit of extra detail here.

He can be said to be a loyal and capable subject of all time who supported the reign of King Atheltan and his brothers, armed with the principles of fair and just governance and moral innocence that does not allow even an inch of corruption or embezzlement.

But people who are too successful are bound to suffer from unexpected hardships.

Could it be that the heavens, those once called gods, could not tolerate a mere mortal striving for perfection?

After Bishop Powis, Narvaran was faced with a hardship that could not be overcome even with his perspective that was far beyond his time and the wisdom he had inherited from his ancestors.

Just hearing the name of the culprit sent shivers down my spine.

A pain that feels like the gums are being stabbed and torn without mercy.

“Ouch…”

June 3, 1226.

Narva after Bishop Powis sent out a crusading army.

This body was now suffering from a toothache due to an unexpected impacted wisdom tooth.

Do you hear these groans of agony?

I’m the type of person who doesn’t show that I’m in pain, but I couldn’t stand it any longer so it leaked out between my lips.

No wonder the friends crowded in the office look at me with worried eyes.

In particular, senior nun Beneta was most concerned.

“Yes, is it that inconvenient? Why don’t you call the barber you called last time?”

As expected of a nun of her age, she is very affectionate.

Except for the useless addition at the end.

“Absolutely not!”

Everyone shrugs their shoulders at my resolute cry.

Among them was John Min-meori.

John, who was scratching his bald head for no reason, felt his scalp and slowly put his hand down, looking this way.

“Oh, Your Majesty. You who has been constantly chopping down those fierce pagans on the battlefield, do you hate having a knife put to your gums so much?”

boy.

I thought I got some guns, but then I found myself asking this stupid question again.

I clicked my tongue in frustration and gave an answer full of profound wisdom.

“Foolish. Who likes to be sick? Is my sickness the same as my enemy’s sickness?”

Only then did John think about it and begin to nod.

“That’s right. I remember the guy next door to us, a wheat harvester named Deson, also leaving after having his teeth pulled.”

“…you went?”

“He was struggling in pain while the barber was pulling out his tooth with forceps, so his gums and jaw were so sore that he bled profusely before he left.”

I’ve never really missed the modern Earth of the 21st century.

Every time I hear a horror story like this, I miss the humming sound of the dental drill.

“Anyway, I have absolutely no intention of getting my wisdom teeth pulled, so everyone should know that and not worry about my toothache.”

Unfortunately, what I had to face was a harsh medieval reality.

Rather than having all my teeth rot away and having my lower jaw pulled out, I couldn’t entrust my precious teeth to a barber disguised as a dentist.

But my dear friends, even though their boundaries were wide, they were too wide.

I wonder if he felt compassion for me who was suffering from a toothache.

Walter, the perennial subordinate who always grumbled but carried out his assigned tasks diligently, began to have sparkling eyes.

“Your Majesty. Despite the protection of longevity and health since ancient times, toothache has unknowingly harmed the health and spirit of countless people. It is almost the only disease that cannot be overcome even by the protection of the stars of the world. Why do you want to leave it alone?”

“Walter. What’s that smile on your face?”

“Oh my. It seems like the practice I’ve been hearing lately that good fortune comes to those who smile has paid off.”

Walter belatedly smiled, raising the corners of his mouth with his index fingers.

If Walter had not been outstanding enough to be in my office, I would have reprimanded him long ago.

In fact, it seemed like Walter himself wanted that too.

You won’t have to work while you’re being severely punished.

As a manager who always distributes work fairly, I couldn’t fall for such a presumptuous and shallow idea.

“It’s nice to see you smiling. Don’t lose that smile as you work.”

“…Yes! Now you don’t even have that disgusting packaging called play!”

I ignored Walter’s screams.

Because I knew why my close associates were so reluctant to work.

“Okay. I decided not to pack any more.”

Game mind.

Rather than trying to beautify it by awkwardly applying modern ethics, I answered honestly as a gamer with a gaming mindset.

“Rather than hiring bureaucrats who receive a regular salary and run the administrative system, how much better would it be to employ our clergy, whose religion is to make a living by working anyway!”

“Yes!!!!”

In fact, it is right that you should pay according to the amount of work you do.

But the Duchy of Powis does not have the finances to pay that price.

The moment we hire and retain civil servants to manage the countless administrative systems that are currently being introduced and maintained, we will all go bankrupt and perish due to financial deficits.

The alternative was the clergy.

now…

The various advanced institutions that improved the constitution of the Duchy of Powis were maintained by pointing out and incorporating the special characteristics of the clergy, who were required to be morally innocent.

And I, who had been suffering from a toothache and had become sensitive, resolved not to deceive myself or the clergy any longer.

bang!

While slamming the desk down.

“Yes! Priests and monks are educated, and there is even a rule that they must keep their distance from the secular world and be morally upright. So it is morally acceptable not to pay them a salary! That is why I hired you!”

“This, this is profit…”

“I, the stigmata apparition, a close associate of the Vatican and a bishop, have taken advantage of you!”

Walter’s hands began to shake.

I glared at Walter and shouted at the countless priests and monks who must have been secretly dissatisfied.

“Are you dissatisfied!!!!”

Walter, the eternal subordinate.

He couldn’t do anything in the face of my honest and candid confession, which even broke his pledge of honesty.

“Profit, profit…! Profit!”

Walter groaned strangely and trembled like a broken machine.

“…No, there isn’t.”

Eventually, he lowered his head and accepted the reality that had been given to him.

Now that we’ve silenced the most annoying one, it’s time to target the others.

I immediately turned my head and glared at Beneath and John.

“I don’t care about my toothache because I have more important matters to worry about. For example, I have a mission to support the Holy War. You don’t care about my toothache.”

“Hmm.”

“Don’t worry about it!”

“If Your Majesty says so…”

***

The excessive interest in my toothache ended with the previous conversation.

At least I thought it was over.

But my friends, who had always been close friends, did not miss this opportunity.

Finally, on June 6, 1226, three days later, the Sadal occurred.

“Let go, you bastards!”

The dark basement of the cathedral’s main church.

People were crowded in this place where lanterns were the only lighting.

There I was held captive by about fifteen strong men.

“You said you would show me an example of using a precious weapon, and now you’re suddenly launching a surprise attack! Don’t you know anything about honor?”

“Your health comes before your honor. Your Highness, please calm down and do your best to preserve your dignity…”

“What about health! Are you worried that my teeth will get cavities and I won’t be able to use them as relics?”

If they were just men, they would have shaken me off and run away long ago.

Unfortunately, their identities were not ordinary men.

They are the knights of the capital city, wearing red shoulder capes and a belt with a unique emblem weapon.

“Wisdom tooth. Toothache. Very bad. A very malignant disease that interferes with eating and thinking. Early treatment is urgent.”

Brother Cellino, head of the Morning Island branch of the Order of the Knights of Dorre.

He took the lead in capturing me, bringing with him twenty of those precious knights.

It seemed as if they had even prepared thoroughly, as the other five, aside from the fifteen who had captured me, had tightly blocked the entrance in case of an escape.

It was an act that was no different from insubordination, but unfortunately there was someone who assisted him.

“Hahaha. Your Majesty! How could you refrain from speaking when you are suffering from such an illness?”

“Bishop…!”

Bishop Ganista.

He, who had been gritting his teeth for a long time, was smiling brightly.

“You are so sensitive to a minor toothache when you have the great task of building a temple ahead of you. Besides, your wisdom tooth is not a disease.”

“Your toothache is a disaster for the temple and a suffering for the world. It can never be overcome! It is a sickness for the world!”

I wasn’t even given a chance to refute.

It was because Bishop Ganista moved before I could respond.

The old gentleman with the monocle laughed and raised his right hand.

“Bring me the barber!”

Click click click-.

Far away, from beneath the shadows, the sound of crab claws clashing reaches my ears.

It was clear who I was blaming here.

My friends who usually suffer in silence but then turn around and run to get revenge when the opportunity arises?

no.

“Eww!”

Even during my time in Barialdo, I suffered from athlete’s foot and toothache and refused dental treatment until the moment of my death.

If someone were to ask me whether I would rather be a king or live without cavities, I would choose the latter without hesitation.

So in this life, I worked hard to keep my teeth healthy, in secret, in places no one could see.

I thought I would never have to go to the dentist again as long as I had Lux ​​Stella’s protection…!!!

“I am the God of War!!!!!”

***

June 7, 1226.

The day after the nightmare dental treatment, Bishop Ganista was listening to the story with a serious face.

Everything was fine until he heard that Narva, who was a mischievous boy himself, was sick and came running, dropping all his work.

He even actively cooperated with Branch Manager Cellino, whom he hated so much.

But as he learned the detailed reason from Narva, his expression began to harden by the moment.

“Then you were calling out to the god of war.”

“Common sense tells me that I wouldn’t feel any affinity for a tooth that was pulled out 600 years ago, so I just threw it away, but they put it in again as a wisdom tooth.”

“Then I guess I can’t help but ask this question.”

Originally, Bishop Ganista was the one who protected the independence of the Ile-Nieput Bishopric against Yuvas.

He, who never lags behind in terms of intuition, opened his mouth cautiously.

With almost ten percent confidence.

“The nameless king who led the fallen kingdom. Why was your highness’s tooth in the graveyard of the mistress of the Duchy of Powis?”

Here Narva was lost in thought for a moment.

Should the future of the Duchy of Powis be kept secret from a church that may one day split from it?

The answer came quickly.

Narva smiled, caressing his slightly swollen chin despite the blessing of longevity and good health.

“Tesherina. My aunt died once, but was brought back to life in exchange for swallowing her teeth.”

“yes?”

“Of course, that wasn’t the only price. The god of war had decided on the time and place of his resurrection and made Tesherina conceive me.”

After a long time has passed.

When that time comes, the Duchy of Powis may fight the Church.

But it is not a future so terrible that we should turn away from the great threat that is right before our eyes and hang ourselves.

Now is the time to believe in and follow the church as a blood oath.

“This contradicts your interpretation. They must have been constantly trying to revive me as their servant, but the reality was a little different. Their leader, the war god, induced me to be resurrected in another person’s body.”

“oh my god.”

Bishop Ganista’s face turns pale.

Narva threw out a topic, mulling over the interpretation that Bishop Ganista had previously brought out.

“At least we can consider it an attempt since the teeth came from the old lady. If my resurrection was truly successful… why did they do it? Then there would have been no need to tear my remains to pieces. What did we miss?”

Perhaps it was because they expected that Bishop Ganista, who was well versed in mystical knowledge, would provide an answer this time too.

After my wisdom tooth fell out, I may have changed my perspective to become a little more rational.

But unfortunately.

“…I’m sorry, Your Majesty.”

Bishop Gannista’s knowledge had its limits.

“what?”

“Knowledge and literature related to resurrection and revival are taboo among taboos. Even in churches that left some records, this part was completely erased, so little is known about it.”

“No. You’re saying you burned the most important part?”

It is an incomprehensible behavior.

Resurrection and revival.

Even if you don’t necessarily use it, you need to know the method to track it if you want to fight it.

Narva questioned Bishop Ganista with such reasonable doubts.

Then Bishop Ganista let out a long sigh and replied:

“Your Majesty, what would you do if the demons of this world, the old gods of this world, promised the complete resurrection and revival of the one they loved?”

“….!”

“They are the ones who took what was taken away, but can also return it.”

As long as you pay the appropriate price and have the proper ceremony.

Narva, who had heard all the gossip, tapped his forehead with his index finger and let out a sigh.

“Consciousness and price.”

“It’s expensive enough, but it seems cheap to some. That’s why heresy still runs rampant today…”

Bishop Ganista was depressed as he recalled why heresy could not be completely eradicated.

As a priest serving humanity, I felt and lamented the absurd tragedy of not being able to put an end to humanity’s enemies because of humanity.

But all of Narva’s attention was focused elsewhere.

‘Then is there something wrong with the ritual and price required to revive me?’

Why did you go to such a troublesome length to revive someone who already had a body from 600 years ago, only after 600 years had passed?

Why did I just stand by and watch until I was baptized by Lux Stella, whom I hated so much?

Fortunately, Narva has a perfect clue as to how to solve this question.

‘Once you beat me to death, I guess I’ll figure it out on my own or it’ll be resolved without me having to figure it out.’

It was a waste to struggle with problems that couldn’t be solved right away.

“Bishop, since you’re here, shall we take care of some administrative work that’s piled up after a long time?”

“Hehehe… I was already torn between whether I should admire the firm determination to strike down Ise’s servant, or condemn the unfilial act of stabbing his own mother.”

“Hahahaha!”

bang.

Narva said, slamming his fist on the desk again.

“I’m going to be rude, so behave yourself and go.”

“…”