Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 246



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246. Our brother who is popular

There is no such thing as superiority in life.

Even the most insignificant life struggles until the very end.

Just as a dying flame continues to shake incessantly, the calming breath contains a sorrowful scream.

It was up to fate whether that last struggle would save his life or end in a convulsion of twisted muscles.

Of course, there are those who deny this truth.

Those who consider themselves free, saying that even God cannot force fate.

But even they only realize it when they are faced with death.

Most people who realized the truth belatedly ended up desperately clinging to it and appealing.

Those who considered themselves noble were all unable to endure the desires of their flesh.

But I could understand.

Because it wasn’t shameful to want to be special rather than everyone being equal.

Rather, it is more natural and more expected.

but…

“…”

Chieftain’s Silver Mane Wolf Cloak.

He was in the middle of a rare moment of deep thought, refining his mind.

Because a rumor has been spreading among the warriors recently.

It is said that the alien starlight, Lux Stella, overpowers the great gods.

Wolf Cloak did not deny that fact.

If Lux Stella had been a weak and powerless god, the great gods would not have been usurped.

But Wolf Cloak shook his head when asked if Lux Stella was really a human god.

Vague promises, teachings that blindly make us follow the afterlife rather than life, irrationality that is powerful but exacting and does not even tell us what it takes to gain its favor.

-How can apostates who have turned their backs on the gods believe in such a being?

The great gods were the representatives of humans and their desires.

The power to help you overcome even death, the vulgar promise of wealth and fame while you are alive, the generosity to grant any wish as long as a reasonable price is paid.

The great gods possessed all of these.

When those who followed the starlight of the alien world praised the era of humanity and rejected the natural desires of humanity, Wolf Cloak could proudly criticize them and ask what was human about them.

Life eats life.

Those who do not like this cruel providence should starve to death.

If you can fill your stomach by eating someone else.

Why would I hesitate if I could do it for the people I care about?

What humans long for is not an equal end, but a special opportunity given only to them, a fair deal that is possible only if they pay a clear and explicit price.

Only those who reject fate but are neither capable nor qualified to go against it are drawn to the irrationality promised by the stars of humanity.

“after.”

Wolf Cloak sighed and opened his eyes.

The thought was interrupted.

No matter how hard I tried to strengthen my faith, the truth was visible beyond my closed eyelids.

The truth became a voice and knocked on Wolf Cloak’s eardrums again.

“Chief.”

Harriet, the twisted drunkard.

He was standing next to me with a haggard complexion and the smell of alcohol.

“Our friends are looking for the chieftain.”

Friends.

What abominable words.

Wolf Cloak stood up, unconsciously clenching his fists.

But I couldn’t dare ignore my friends.

“…”

Just as Lux Stella was not a human god, the great gods were not human gods either.

If you ignore your friends, you will incur the wrath of the gods.

Even if the Wolf Cloak, favored by the gods, could avoid their wrath, the ordinary humans under the Wolf Cloak could not.

Even though he contributes more to the gods than anyone else, he is treated as a bystander.

The Wolf Cloak also knew a history filled with meanness and sorrow.

Humans have never been given priority over other beings.

With only rare exceptions.

“I’ll go find it.”

And Wolf Cloak answered the call of his friends for that exception.

***

When the alien starlight, Lux Stella, succeeded in usurping the world.

Those who served the great gods transcended racial limitations and were reborn as a single union with a common goal.

In the face of an unprecedented threat, we needed to unite.

The multi-ethnic coalition called each other friends.

It was to put aside the past, which was full of conflict, strife, resentment and hatred, and to prevent discriminatory speech and actions.

This policy was also applied to those who turned their backs on their fellow countrymen and chose their religion.

It was the price they paid for overcoming their fate as livestock and slaves with unwavering loyalty and faith.

But as undeniable defeat struck and humans gained ground everywhere, the unity of the Allied Forces quickly collapsed.

It’s been a thousand years since I started living like that.

Now, the balance of power has long since been completely tilted.

If only there had been no variable called the favor of the gods.

-Below the local parish of the village where you are stationed.

The wolf-cloak frowned as he came down the damp stairs in response to the call.

The pungent smell of wildflowers.

Wolf Cloak opened his lips, glaring into the dark void unique to the underground.

“I heard you were friends.”

Then the darkness in the basement began to stir.

The darkness took on the shape of a human being, like a worm wriggling and turning into a chrysalis.

After that one fable, an elf with a noble appearance appeared.

A porcelain-like beauty with short black hair.

Wolf Cloak asked, desperately trying to hide his displeasure.

“Why did the messenger of the gods seek to have an audience with you alone, while rejecting the others?”

Then the elf began to deliberately close the distance.

One step, two steps.

The elf put his face right up to the wolf’s cloak and smiled faintly for the first time.

“Everyone left saying the smell was too strong. It’s typical of people who don’t know what fragrance is.”

“…”

“What do you think? Do you smell something too?”

It’s terrible.

It was to the point where I felt like my nose was about to burst out.

Wolf Cloak finally glared at the elf in front of him with a hint of anger in his eyes.

Only then did the elf step back with a bright smile.

“Yeah. That’s right.”

“…”

“It’s better to see you guys angry like that.”

It’s a vicious habit that elves have.

Even though they know that their body odor is terrible, they approach you by boasting about their noble beauty and make you continue to smell them while you are captivated by their appearance.

It laughs out loud at the sight of humans suffering or getting annoyed by the smell.

But humans are not far behind when it comes to evil.

Wolf Cloak knew how to tease the temper of an elf who was desperate to harass a human.

He asked calmly, waving his hands in the air.

“New Rayza. Is this the Queen’s will?”

“…”

“Then try to defeat the alien starlight without us. I will respect my queen and your high spirits.”

That goes without saying.

Even the most successful elves were now in decline and on the verge of collapse.

The church has been thoroughly, relentlessly, literally risking everything to pursue and exterminate these races, and it has achieved results.

Here was the background that allowed the wolf cloak to mock Newrayza.

These alien races, who were superior to humans in every way, have now fallen to the point where they can do nothing without humans.

Especially in times of war.

If humans do not go to the battlefield, the other races will literally be a handful.

Moreover, if an Aura Awakener appeared among the opponents, even if they received the favor of the gods, defeat was certain.

And Newrayza was the elf who felt that fact more keenly than anyone else.

You can’t win if you don’t rely on the humans you despise so much.

It is a reality that mercilessly cuts down the pride of the elves.

“How dare you talk about dirty slaves.”

Newray growled, his face distorted more viciously than usual.

On the other hand, Wolf Cloak simply looked at Newrayza with calm eyes.

“Slaves who have earned their freedom with their own hands, or pigs who are content to stay put because they don’t want to get their hands dirty. Which of the two is a superior warrior?”

“The blood of a traitor who handed the world over to a usurper challenges the noble Elven tribe?”

It was miserable.

The pride of the rulers who once ruled the world had completely disappeared, and there was a beggar who was obsessed with his former glory.

Wolf Cloak thrust the tip of his sharp-tongued sword at his former master, who had become more vile than a slave.

“Betrayal? Weren’t you the first ones to turn your backs on the gods?”

“You, you…!”

“Who do you blame when you were the ones who called in the starlight from outer space, weary of the demands of the gods?”

And that was also why Wolf Cloak hated elves more than his other ‘friends’.

Wolf Cloak began to glare at Newrayza with eyes that had seemed calm, but a voice filled with boiling hatred.

“You who have turned your backs on the gods because you are unwilling to pay the price, even though you are in the position we long for, dare to question our loyalty, which has been proven with blood.”

“…It is natural for a slave to be loyal.”

Newrayza turned her head away, avoiding eye contact and barely managed to answer.

Wolf Cloak snorted as soon as he heard that answer.

“It’s loyalty that’s due.”

There is no providence in the world that is taken for granted.

There is a cause and effect to everything, and the same goes for loyalty.

However, it seemed that the elf in front of him, Newrayza, had not yet realized this clear fact.

As soon as the wolf cloak showed signs of retreating, he charged forward with arrogance and poise.

“If your loyalty had been proper in the first place, I wouldn’t have called you. You guys are deliberately maintaining a standoff. Am I wrong?”

And there was some truth to Newray’s point.

Newrayza began to glare fiercely, arms crossed and eyebrows raised.

“The stigmata manifester is coming with an army of ten thousand men.”

“Compared to our force of over 30,000 men, they are only one-third as strong.”

“What if that stigmata manifester uses aura…!!!”

Wolf Cloak could see what lay beyond the fierce momentum of the Newray.

That’s why. That’s why it was like this.

In a way, all of the other races had already died out long ago.

The races that once boasted such high pride and fighting spirit that they claimed to be the old masters no longer exist.

“Human. Her Highness is very worried. If you advance confidently with only 10,000 troops, it must be because someone is using Aura.”

The other races are now the Aura Awakeners that the Church may have prepared.

And they are just a pack of wild dogs running away from the stigmata that may have awakened their aura.

Wolf Cloak frowned in increasing fatigue as he answered.

“Return to your queen and tell her that she is safe.”

“Are you sure? The stigmata manifestation is coming right now…”

“The stigmata manifester coming now is not that old. The possibility of using an aura is extremely low.”

At that moment, Newrayza raised her eyebrows and touched the scale on the wolf’s cloak.

“What about the rumors of the warrior king of the fallen kingdom?”

“…”

“What about the rumors of the Warrior King’s reincarnation? It’s clear that Lux Stella was involved.”

“He is not a warrior king.”

The wolf cloak said bluntly.

It was so resolute that even Newrayza, who looked down on humans, was crushed by its momentum and retreated.

Wolf Cloak continued to glare at the Newrayza as if he found it pitiful.

“But since the gods want it, I will just drag them in.”