Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 245



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245. It was a real scarecrow

Search and reconnaissance is hard work.

It requires high tension and alertness for long periods of time, so you tend to tire quickly.

Moreover, if you don’t achieve results, fatigue can only turn into irritation.

A private house where all signs of life have long since disappeared.

The dust that had accumulated under the sunlight streaming in through the bars left no trace or evidence.

The fact that there was no evidence or traces was counter-evidence.

The veteran who had led the rookies frowned and looked around.

Newbies who lack experience might just stare blankly into space with their eyes wide open and yawn.

After crossing several battlefields and death lines, you develop a sense of touch.

The veteran leaned his spear against the wall and reached out his hand to the handle of his sword.

And he drew his sword and stepped into the dusty pit.

The yawns of the new recruits quietly watching from behind actually increase the tension.

Has it been unmaintained for a long time?

The floor of the house was covered with damp dust due to the thick, heavy fog.

The veteran soldier held the tip of his sword forward and his eyes widened, preparing for any surprise attack.

For a long time, the sensation of kicking mud was transmitted through the tips of my toes.

A careful search by the experienced soldier uncovered evidence that had been hidden by indifference, thick fog, and an eerie atmosphere.

But it was unusually humid.

I didn’t move much, but I felt my airway being crushed and soon I was out of breath.

A stuffy feeling and vague fear, as if dew was rising from the inside of his lungs, made the veteran tremble.

If there had been no extraordinary faith in the starlight of humanity.

If I didn’t have the respect and sense of duty towards Commander-in-Chief Terveer, I would have run away already.

The veteran just knelt down.

He gripped the hilt of his sword and swept the fog with the tip of his sword, revealing the evidence hidden beyond.

Only then did the new recruits who had been silently watching adjust their spears and shout from afar.

“Captain, what do you see?”

The veteran answered, putting his sword back in his pocket.

“hair.”

“yes?”

And the only evidence that fell to the ground.

“A human’s… hair is all there is.”

I carefully picked up a handful of hair that had been pulled out from someone’s head.

***

A gray giant that appears on foggy days.

While most articles dismissed it as a groundless tale or exaggerated rumor, one man made a different decision.

“Search the house thoroughly. Report any evidence immediately!”

Terveer, Commander-in-Chief of the Holy War.

He has recently risen to the ranks of a true saint by manifesting the stigmata of the Seal of Demonic Cultivation, and has blossomed in a spiritual sense.

It was noticed that the disappearances of people in the small town of Underhill were suspicious.

Terveer pushed through with this decision despite the protests of the surviving survivors.

But the fears of Underhill’s survivors were beyond imagination.

As soon as the survivors heard that Terveer had released his soldiers, they rushed to testify.

“No! Nari, once a gray giant enters a place, it’s over for anyone to stay there!”

“There were some brave souls who fought together to see the true identity of the bastard. No one knows where they all went…”

Survivors’ testimonies were often disjointed and rife with fear.

Still, if you listen, you will be able to hear specific information and circumstances.

However, the knights belonging to the Holy Army looked indifferent even after hearing this story.

“How dare those rascals interfere in military affairs without permission.”

“Okay, go back, those scared guys’ words are worthless.”

One of the reasons they ignored the survivors’ testimonies was because of their origins.

It is a well-known fact that untrained serfs who have never been to a battlefield have difficulty seeing clearly when faced with a threat.

Moreover, it was quite difficult to listen to the arguments that were shouted out in a disorganized and incoherent manner that it was dangerous, without even learning the art of speaking.

But the biggest reason was different.

The knights laughed, but tried to sum up the situation from a very worldly standpoint.

“It seems that heresy is rampant in Nevar. Giants? Aren’t they a race that perished a thousand years ago?”

“It’s been a thousand years since the victory of the human race. The twilight of this world is just about to set below the horizon, and yet you’re still babbling such nonsense. Tsk… This is why you superstitious bastards are like that.”

The decisive reason why the knights do not believe the rumors about the gray giant in the fog.

It was none other than the dominance of royalty.

This is because the church has been trying its best for a thousand years to destroy everything in this world.

In order to survive the brutal and persistent oppression, Ise developed miracles that were not even noticeable, and instead of coming to the forefront, the other races focused solely on operational activities.

So most people living in this world are not fully aware of the miracles and threats of this world.

Most humans believed that this world had already lost all its power and was coming to an end, and that the dawn of humanity had arrived, so they were convinced that the victory of humanity was inevitable and that no sacrifices were necessary.

Ise thoroughly targeted this arrogance and carelessness.

It was after the large-scale invasion of the Morning Isles that the old gods and believers of Ise began to perform remarkable and powerful miracles.

While the church was consistently mystical and was erasing all records and traces, they barely managed to survive in the gap of ignorance and seize the opportunity to launch a counterattack.

Only a very small number.

Only those who reject the sweet fruit offered by Ise will hear secrets from the church.

And Terveer was an exception, one of the very few who knew the truth of the world.

Terveer could not help but sigh inwardly as he watched the series of conflicts unfold between the survivors and the knights.

‘I’m so frustrated. I wish I could talk.’

Anguish creeps in.

The human Terveer was shouting that the truth of the world must be revealed to the entire leadership immediately.

Only when you know how strong and dangerous your enemies are can you deal with them.

But Terveer, as commander, could not tolerate such a decision.

‘Most of the Templars are inexperienced newcomers.’

The ignorant believe that their opponents this time are pagan warriors who only know how to fight.

Even though there are real enemies.

-Different race.

The ancient masters of mankind who ruled over mankind in every way.

The moment they get another chance, humans will be deprived of all possibility.

Even Narva, who Terveer considered to be the most gifted being in the world, was wary of these beings.

Moreover, there was an opportunity to learn of the influence of a different race even though I had never seen it directly.

Because the brothers Ethelred and his wife were the victims.

‘…We haven’t even gotten that far yet. What if the inexperienced rookies find out that there’s an assassin here who can infiltrate at will?’

Not yet. It was still too early.

When you have reached a point of no return, when the fight cannot be avoided, then you must speak.

If we had stimulated fear too much before that, the entire Holy Army might have suffered from desertions.

Moreover, it is not a temple for one person alone.

This time, everything about my dear brother Narva was at stake.

Terveer was not so oblivious to the commotion going on in his home country.

He was not deaf to the voices that slandered and doubted him.

It is true that the rumors I heard from time to time were troubling me.

But Narva was determined to fight these remonstrances with all his might, and was giving Powis all the support he could muster.

‘Yes. Narva… Narva believes in me and is not sparing any support. He believes that I can win the holy war.’

Terveer had to grit his teeth and make a decision.

“What do you think, Sir Terve?”

“A gray giant? Well, I guess you’ve most likely mistaken me for a tall pagan warrior.”

Instead of mocking the survivors, he turned to the reporters who looked at him and asked for his opinion, telling lies.

“It may be a wild rumor, but it could be a sign of an enemy ambush. Don’t focus on the giant part, and focus on the fact that there is something hostile when you search for it.”

“yep!”

“Certainly…. Sir Terveer is right about being wary of enemy ambushes.”

Only then did the knights begin to agree.

Adjutant Sir Herset, who had been watching quietly, and Yurid, who was hunched over in the corner of the tent, also nodded their heads.

At that moment, Terveer felt a thorn stuck in his heart.

‘O stars of humanity, for victory.’

-Please forgive me for not fully keeping my pledge of honesty.

Terveer’s penitential prayer ended without anyone noticing.

And after a long time.

Terveer began to feel even more distressed as he listened to the reports of the soldiers who had returned from their search.

“There were no unusual symptoms or signs.”

“There is not even a trace of life. No smell or trace of defecation, no trace of cooking, no trace of anyone missing.”

There are rumors and testimonies about a gray giant in the fog, but no clear evidence has been found.

Even the knights who had been on guard against ambushes began to shrug their shoulders.

Before we knew it, confident, almost arrogant words were spreading throughout the barracks.

“Right. We came with 10,000 heavily armed men, but those pagans who had only caught commoners at best were able to defeat us?”

“And the army is led by their grim reaper, Sir Terveer.”

“It’s annoying. Why don’t we just grab all the loot and lie down flat on our stomachs? It’ll be easier for both of us.”

Before we knew it, search and reconnaissance had become a dull and boring pastime.

The only trace that was salvaged was one.

“All it took was a handful of hair…”

Terveer sighed, clutching a handful of hair in his hand.

On the other hand, the veteran who found the hair still had a serious expression on his face.

A ‘feeling’ that crosses the diagonal line.

The veteran soldier continued to speak without stopping, guided by that feeling.

“Tervair Nari, something doesn’t feel right. Those guys who didn’t leave any other evidence or traces left behind only a handful of hairs. And yet they were so thorough. I think this must mean something.”

“It’s a bit suspicious though.”

But unfortunately, I wasted too much time.

Everyone in the barracks denied the need for a search.

“It seems like further searching would be impossible.”

Then the veteran decided to rely on superstitious beliefs.

Unlike the so-called rational, reasonable, and worldly knights, he decided to follow the coincidences and intuitions that saved him on several battlefields.

“…Nari. This may be the work of some wicked pagan. Since this is the only evidence, how about seeking spiritual advice from His Eminence Bishop Nari?”

Terveer rubbed his forehead in thought at those words.

And after much thought, he nodded and answered.

“Your worries are right. Nar… I must seek advice from the Bishop. However, I don’t think we can delay our advance any longer. The knights’ discontent is already sky-high.”

This is the limit.

The veteran bowed his head and stepped back.

“Be careful. Something doesn’t feel right.”

“It’s a touch.”

Terveer is the only evidence found.

“The intuition of those who have survived the battlefield for a long time sometimes shows surprising foresight. I will follow it closely.”

He answered, staring down at a handful of hair.