Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 243



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243. The Mind of the Awakened Unruly Child

I was stroking my chin as I looked down at a crudely drawn map.

Bishop Ganista.

The old gentleman in the monocle was busy organizing the budget and periodic reports related to the Ordo Sanctus Illenio when he suddenly started talking.

“So, do you have a plan?”

“? Plan?”

“Haha. Isn’t there a story that has the Duchy of Powis trembling these days?”

“ah.”

There was only one story that had recently caused a stir throughout the Duchy of Powis.

Numerous free knights under the command of the Holy War’s Commander-in-Chief, Tervere, who may harbor other thoughts.

The lords would ask me pointed questions about my origins and my usual behavior.

How will you deal with a group that is close to the leaders of illegal robbers, who are called freelance journalists, changing their minds?

Looking at it this way, it seems that the lords did not seize the ruling class for no reason.

Because we already know the harsh truth that people cannot be rewritten.

The immoral origins of the Free Knights, who were the main force of the Holy War, were certainly a point of contention.

“Well, Bishop Ganista and I are a community of shared destiny. Aren’t we closer than family?”

“This is true. I can’t help but care about the white noise of the lower ranks. Who is closer than family? Who is it?”

“I guess I can tell you since our relationship is thicker than blood.”

Moreover, as the bishop himself acknowledges, the Duchy of Powis and the Bishopric of Illenipud are clearly one body.

It was enough to interest Bishop Ganistar, who ruled Ile-Niput.

I nodded, fully understanding the bishop’s curiosity and questions.

Bishop Ganista is a strong ally and companion.

For our common purpose, we needed to share our thoughts.

I, Bishop of Powis, will tell you how to deal with the sudden attempt of a coup and the withdrawal of the Holy War army.

I answered, carefully putting down the quill pen I was holding.

“The lords have suggested the need for an inspector to help detect any such unsettling moves by the Free Knights, lest they try to blow a fuse against Sir Tervere.”

“That’s right. Isn’t that what most monarchs who give up military power do?”

“That nonsense. I’m the one blowing it.”

Then Bishop Ganista looks at me with his mouth wide open.

But I didn’t miss a single movement of the bishop.

“Bishop, please listen while you work without putting down your feathers.”

But the bishop also gained a lot of experience.

He paid no attention to my point and looked at me with a calm, composed expression, and offered a rebuttal that was close to a correct argument.

“No. Your Majesty, isn’t that the foundation you built through compromise and negotiation with the existing lords? Are you saying you’re going to destroy it with your own hands?”

“Hehe. Don’t put it down.”

“Your Majesty. How could I concentrate on anything else when we are discussing such an important matter? You will get what you want if you answer quickly.”

I couldn’t help but sigh at Bishop Ganista’s sophistry.

This is it. Your ability to come up with absurd and unreasonable arguments while dealing with those heretics has improved beyond recognition.

I was confident that I would never be overtaken if it was just dog whining and nonsense.

Is this how a teacher feels when he falls behind his student?

I couldn’t help but chew on the bitter taste that tingled on the tip of my tongue.

“Bishop, you know that I was originally against the temple.”

“Haha, it seems clear that the pagans are trying to lure their troops to places where the influence of the world is weak. But can we just ignore those who seek salvation?”

“What I could not ignore and had to face was the fact that the voice and influence of the lords of this country is still so strong that it cannot be ignored.”

If you pretend, you pretend.

As a bishop who has lived with me for over 10 years, I think he has noticed something.

The bishop’s eyes began to sparkle ominously as he noticed the meaning behind my words.

“Yes, really?”

“I don’t know what the bishop meant by nonsense.”

“The Duchy of Powis is different from Lavanstar. The lords here understand that sacrifice is necessary to fight against foreign invasion, and they are trying to put it into practice.”

That’s right.

Compared to the great lords of Lavanstar, the three counts of Powis and several minor lords were closer to men of character.

At least we agreed to join forces to face the crisis at hand.

But what I found problematic was the balance of power.

“The defense line was recently breached by the leader of Ise, White-Eyed Toryon.”

“that.”

“Although it was covered up with a report of victory, two nobles died defending the defensive line. Two knights who had fervently supported me and had some influence on the army died there.”

Hustan Orn Suster and Mild Orn Geron.

Of course, these two people were not sent to the border to die.

The idea was to gradually increase the influence of these two people by entrusting them with the important task of protecting the frontier region made up of pioneer villages.

This is in the hope that it will function as a new military force that will keep in check the existing lords whose identity as landlords has become stronger than that of knights.

“The lords do not yet know that my foundation has been greatly shaken. For one thing, the two men’s lords were Ser Aethelred, and Ser Tervere, who is friendly to me, has absolute influence in the army.”

However, these two died while carrying out their duties.

Before the foundation of the kingdom was firmly established.

“But if someone were to notice this fact, there would be a movement to take advantage of this opportunity to completely weaken my influence in the military sector.”

“…”

“I will do that someday, but not yet.”

The centralization of the Duchy of Powis is still deformed.

It is close to martial law enforced forcibly under the pretext of a critical situation without any legal justification.

Of course, one could argue that it would be better to give up centralization rather than to go to such lengths to oppose the lords.

The many benefits of decentralization and the stability of service gained by respecting the lords are also not to be ignored advantages.

But I have experienced how fragile decentralization is when it lacks a common purpose and consciousness.

“That can never happen while there are still forces like Yuvas and Penrad who can rise up against the greatest threat to Ysera and the rule of the Duchy of Powis.”

I could not allow it, because there were still those who dared to rebel against the dynasty I had chosen.

Then, Bishop Ganista seemed to have read my firm determination and let out a deep sigh.

“So. Are you saying that you will personally instigate the Holy War Army to withdraw if necessary?”

“I’ve been trying to get things done through compromise and negotiation, but what can I do if the lords’ thoughts are so different from mine that we can’t coexist?”

The retreat of the Holy War army led by Terveer is the final decisive blow I have achieved.

In the first place, if the army really did withdraw, where would they go to make up for their weak legitimacy and justification?

grow.

This is the body of Bishop Powis, who is already in conflict with the existing lords.

It was their best and most effective choice to ally with me, who was always ready to brandish the heretic’s brand.

Of course, the succession plan will be a mess and the entire Duchy of Powis will be destroyed for a while…

“There is not a shred of regret in a Duchy of Powis that Powis cannot rule.”

Indeed, it is a last resort measure to be enforced if the lords cannot accept the centralization of the Powis family until the end.

Strictly speaking, it is closer to a coup d’état.

My plan A is to maintain the Aedlered-Arsenius line and grow the Duchy of Powis without any major problems, but that won’t happen?

Then plan B.

If it seems hopeless, Terveir will be brought back and the power structure of the Duchy of Powis will be reset and rebuilt from scratch.

“Yes, there are many things I would like to nitpick about, but I will ask just one thing.”

“Yes, please.”

“During the coup, His Highness Prince Athelton, Lord Aethelred, and even your beloved Prince Arsenios will be put at risk?”

“Hehehehe…”

That’s what I said.

I knew you’d ask.

“I had planned to negotiate with His Holiness through the bishop. The arrangements for the escape, including the ships and escorts, have already been made to some extent.”

“yes???”

“Bishop, who am I?”

I am the one who sold the right to appoint bishops after receiving my father’s inheritance before I turned twenty.

Even the important right to appoint bishops was handed over to Holladang.

“As long as you are of Powis’ blood, it doesn’t matter. If you ask for asylum while offering to hand over the right to nominate a successor, how much more will His Holiness, who has been suffering from the recent attempts at independence by the dioceses, look upon you with favor?”

-What other reason can’t the right to nominate a successor be sold?

It was a truly shocking and hot method.

Even the bishop was amazed at my unconventional solution.

“Your Majesty. So you really decided to leave after I called you a traitor?”

“No way. I did it after thinking about it all.”

“thought???”

It’s really heartbreaking.

We’ve been together for so many years, but you still don’t completely trust me.

I decided to kindly explain and break it down for the bishop who was obsessed with doubt.

“Look. Even though it looks like this, I’m at level 4 of dedication. Isn’t I the most likely candidate for the next Aura Awakener?”

“Your Majesty, you should be thankful that there is no vow of humility.”

“Rather, it was because I was humble that I didn’t make a pledge of honesty. If someone can eat up a pledge of honesty every day, how much more inferior would others feel? Anyway.”

I have reached level 4 of dedication and my eyes are wide open. Will His Majesty just ignore my opinion?

I don’t think so.

No, I was confident enough to make a fuss so that it couldn’t be ignored.

“What would you do if Ise were to launch a full-scale invasion, taking advantage of the vulnerability left by the coup?”

“Then, what can we do but cleanse the entire island with the mainland’s holy army at dawn?”

This is war.

If you jump in without thinking and say, “Let’s just do it and see,” it’s a shortcut to ruin that will definitely lead to destruction.

As a mere human, there is only a handful of things I can save from that madness.

“If you were going to do as I said, you should have maintained a standoff and slowly eaten them up instead of rashly going on an expedition.”

-I vowed to rescue only those I recognized as family.

Those guys who only plan to bring me down without even listening to my opinion in the first place.

What’s so pretty about it that they put it on a rescue ship?

It seems to me to be an extremely humane judgment, but unfortunately it seems difficult to gain human understanding.

“Hahaha. What a statement. I don’t know who would think you’re religious after hearing that.”

Bishop Ganista began to organize the documents with a puzzled expression.

The bishop said that I lived as a modern person who knew how to respect differences.

If he had been an icy, tyrannical dictator who only cared about himself, he would have been beheaded without a fight.

“So, Bishop, if the Holy Army retreats, don’t criticize them and just watch quietly. I will take control of the situation, and if it fails.”

“What if I fail…?”

“Let’s take this opportunity to wipe everything out and build a new country. Since this country was going to collapse anyway, wouldn’t it be best to just leave the bloodline intact and start over from scratch? The best thing to do is to just throw away the rags.”

Tub.

After hearing my clear answer, Bishop Ganista hit my forehead with the palm of his hand.

***

Since then, voices questioning the purity of the Holy Army began to die down.

This is precisely after Bishop Narva pledged to take responsibility for any possible retreat or defeat.

Fortunately, this news never reached the Holy War Army.

Even if news spreads that the commander’s trust and credibility are questioned in the home country, it will only lower morale.

This is because Bishop Narva suppressed the controversy and forced silence on the issue, saying that it did not need to be made known until the incident had already occurred.

There was little interference, which everyone had been demanding.

Rather, Narva fulfilled his duty as a strategist and politician positioned in the rear.

This means trusting the commander on the scene and his judgment.

Terveir felt this keenly as he listened to the letter recited by Sir Herset under his tent.

“His Highness the Bishop has given instructions to prioritize the liberation of the local monasteries over a siege against the Duchy of Nevar. It seems that he values ​​the fact that purity is guaranteed.”

“Hmm.”

“However, he said that if it is determined that capturing a more important strategic point is a priority, the decision of the field commander will be fully respected.”

“Is that all?”

“And the full-body plate armor ordered from the mainland is on its way, and we will supply it along with various weapons as soon as it arrives…”

Frown-.

Terveer closed his eyes to hide the tears that were welling up in his eyes without him knowing it.

“I’m glad I have a younger brother. They say that brothers in the mainland can’t even share a single grain of wheat and they point their swords at each other.”

“Lord Terveer.”

“As a brother and a commander, it is only right that I live up to that trust.”

“Isn’t it just because of the full-body armor?”

“Hmm. Sir Herset, if things go well for me, I’ll ask you to commission me one too.”

Then, Sir Herset’s eyes became sharp.

“It seems that Sir Terveer has a special kind of love for his children and brothers. I’m really jealous of him!”

“Yeah. Not just anyone can order a full-body plate armor suit.”

Terveer stood up, steeling his resolve.

“Okay. First, let’s start by killing the pagans in this area!”

-July 3, 1226,

There was no one who could stop the advance of the ten thousand strong Holy Army, personally commanded by the passionate Terveer.

The notoriety of the fearsome pagan warriors was overshadowed by their might.