Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 248



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248. A person who takes care of those around him/her.

It’s frustrating.

That was the thought that came to my mind the moment I saw the handful of hair lying on my desk.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

Then the messenger with his hair wrapped in a cloth spoke with a stiff expression.

“Your Majesty, Lord Tervere wishes the Church to look closely, for the enemies would not have left it behind for no reason.”

“Okay.”

I looked down at my neatly arranged handful of hair and groaned.

It’s not like I’m asking you to look into it because I have some suspicions, but rather I’m handing it over to you and asking you to find out what my intentions are.

If the client had not been Terveer, he would have been immediately accused of heresy and put in jail.

But what can we do if Terveer said so?

I snapped my fingers and let out a deep sigh.

I remember a boy who was dragged to a fishing spot by his father while holding his hand when he was young.

Those were the days when I would sit in front of a vast lake, holding my fishing rod and just sitting there blankly.

[dad.]

[huh.]

[Is it fun for Dad to just throw squid in the water and wait?]

[huh.]

[Then why did you bring me here?]

[Son. Don’t you understand the thrill of throwing a stick and waiting to see what comes out? You’re not a man enough.]

Looking back, it was no different from playing a mobile gacha game 10 times in a row.

This is especially true because both cost money and are a waste of time.

Of course, my father, who was a keen angler, was indignant at such claims and often argued with them.

[Hey, can’t you see this spicy stew boiling right now? Where are you comparing it to that piece of data!]

[Just looking at the illustration, it’s just a piece of data and it’s the same as fish that you can buy at the fish market.]

Some might say that the son of a nanny scratched his father’s insides.

But I have to say what I have to say.

Even though I was beaten to the point of tears, I have no regrets.

Thanks to this, the problem of being dragged to fishing spots has disappeared.

This experience became a lesson and still serves as a compass for my life.

It tells us how to deal with daunting tasks.

“If Sir Terveer had diligently studied and become well-versed in theology, this would not have happened.”

“that…”

“I’ll investigate first. Just tell Sir Terveer.”

For Terveer, who gave me an unexpected challenge.

“Now that the stigmata have manifested, I will have plenty of time. I will personally run a night school for Sir Tervere.”

He promised a small reward.

***

Rewards for Tervere are Tervere’s business.

What was more important to me right now was the mysterious handful of hair shoved in front of me.

There were no clues.

Even the National Institute of Scientific Investigation, which has such amazing abilities, is equipped with genetic testing equipment, which makes it possible.

Even though I had a brilliant mind, I was limited by the limitations of the times and there was nothing I could do.

The only means is the stigmata.

I tried a stigmata, a medieval barcode reader, just in case, but the results were disappointing.

There is no response.

Even though I felt really dirty and uncomfortable, I rubbed my hair with the stigmata, but there was no reaction at all.

This means that at least Ise’s influence was not involved.

Judging by the fact that the stigmata were neither glowing nor glowing, it was neither a disguised trap nor a great relic, but just a handful of ordinary hair.

I have nothing to say since both possibilities I was predicting turned out to be wrong.

I crossed my arms, smacking my lips in vain.

Then, he brought a magnifying glass and looked around here and there, called in Deacon Walter and Senior Sister Beneta to look around with them, and brought in John, who had amazing intuition, to see how he reacted.

But the result was the same.

“It doesn’t look like anything special. Hmm. It does smell familiar, though.”

“There is absolutely no trace of the Ise or evil spirit you mentioned…”

Walter and Beneath looked embarrassed and embarrassed.

John, who was the last hope, flared his nose and even tried to detect the smell, but-.

“What is this? It smells like dried hay. It’s really just hair.”

“hay?”

“Yes. But, all serfs are like that. Most of them live roughly on dry hay or straw. It’s a familiar smell.”

It didn’t produce any significant results.

However, I was able to find out to some extent about the parts that had nothing to do with Ise’s traces.

Walter, the perennial martyr who had been groaning for a moment, snapped his fingers with an exclamation of “Ah.”

“The smell of barley!”

“?”

“Barley bran, that’s what it smells like. A savory barley smell. A little, no. Very faint, though.”

When one person figures something out, other people figure it out too.

Senior Sister Benedict also rested her chin on her hand and closed her eyes tightly.

“Then it could have been used to prepare for some important ceremony.”

He calmly explained why his hair smelled like barley.

“As you know, churches and monasteries have been paying a lot of attention to cleanliness recently due to the hard-line attitude of their subordinates.”

“yes.”

You savage bastards.

If I don’t tell you to wash, you will never wash, believing that it will protect you from illness and longevity.

When I saw a petition written by an anonymous person that said, “If you don’t wash, you won’t get sick, so why wash?”, my whole world almost turned upside down.

“…But this is not the case for civilians, especially serfs who are not well off. Even among secular lords, there is a strong perception that frequent bathing is a luxury or an extravagance.”

“Hmm!”

I nodded my head repeatedly in agreement.

“I heard that the place where this hair was found was a small village where serfs lived together. And among serfs, it was common to wash their hair with water from washing barley, and most of our nuns wash in the same way. When looking at it in this context.”

Beneath continued with a slightly weary expression.

“The owner of this hair either took a bath to prepare for some important ritual or…”

But Beneath couldn’t finish her words and began to blurt out.

I guessed why.

“It must have been washed to be offered as a sacrifice after death.”

“Unfortunately… yes.”

It was a fact that had been forgotten for a while.

However, there is no other reason why the secular world follows the church even though the church does all kinds of nonsense.

The believers of Ise not only enjoy human sacrifice, but they make a living from it.

The handful of hair that came to us was an opportunity to once again chew on their vicious habits.

The Duchy of Powis was located in a safe place and had successfully repelled recent attacks, so it did not feel like there was anything to be done.

Just ten years ago, the area around the Heze River, which was responsible for the water transportation of the Duchy of Powis, was violated.

“Okay. Thanks to you, I figured it out to some extent. You can go back for now.”

After I gave the order to banish them and bit them, I was lost in thought.

A handful of hair with a faint scent of barley.

Looking down at the last remains of the unfortunate victim.

That goes without saying.

I wasn’t so stupid as to not know what the handful of hair Ise left behind meant.

I just went back on purpose to prevent my true identity from being fully revealed.

I had to recall the old, tiresome legends that haunt the islands at dawn.

“…”

It was clear what this handful of hair was pointing to.

The lonely king of the fallen kingdom, the nameless warrior king of the fallen kingdom.

Even the despised bloodline Barial.

The remains were to fall into the hands of the warriors who believed in Ise and be torn to pieces to be offered up as offerings, but the refugees, who felt sorry for the fate, made a desperate attack and managed to reclaim only a handful of hair.

“Why did you send this?”

I said it so that you would hear everything on purpose.

The gods are watching me.

In particular, the war gods were the loot and the medium -sized teeth to the world.

Yoyoyo that vicious bastard is definitely watching in real time.

But this time, there was no reaction.

“You little war god, you little brat. Where is the brat who sends you a wisdom tooth as a gift?”

“They said that Yongshin bastard was going to be born in Penrad, but I can’t even see his nose.”

“Why did you, the sea god, choose Yubas?”

“The nature god is so fucking disgusting!”

“Thank you, God of Agriculture! Your granaries are now full after all your followers were burned alive!”

These guys are formidable.

Despite countless provocations such as swinging their swords in the air or hurling insults, the guys endured with an iron will.

That is, nothing happened.

Rather, the place that responded was quite strange.

“Your Majesty, Your Highness.”

Maid Edwina.

She was holding a tray with an empty glass, two loaves of bread, and a bread knife, and she was shedding sad, chicken-poop-like tears.

He put down the tray and said, wiping away the tears that were finally flowing down his face.

“Have you finally gone crazy…”

But I read the hidden truth beyond the tears flowing down her pale cheeks.

“Stop moving.”

He stopped Edwina by spreading out his palm.

Then Edwina tilted her head and looked this way.

As if you don’t know anything.

But my eyes had long since found the object that had disappeared from the tray.

“master?”

“Put the bread knife down instead of picking it up.”

“…Are you crazy?”

“I am sane.”

I’ve been feeling a strong sense of why I can’t reveal that I’m an adult lately.

Edwina pouted and slowly put down the bread knife she had hidden in her sleeve.

Ah! What on earth is youth!

Is it man’s obsession with youth that causes him to point his sword at his lord?

It was a time when skepticism about human relationships was beginning to creep into my mind.

“I heard that the young master is looking for someone he can trust these days.”

“What is that and this…”

“I only wanted to create an illegitimate child for you. Please do not doubt my loyalty.”

“?”

“I have heard that some royal families deliberately create illegitimate children who do not have to be given inheritance rights in order to obtain reliable commanders.”

“…”

I took a couple of steps back and put some distance between us.

It seems like they’ve been thinking of an excuse.

If you thought that this bishop would be seduced by such a petty cause and indulge in lust, you would be very mistaken.

I, who am zealous for my ministry.

How could I, a loyal subject and a filial son of the highest caliber, who only cares about the future of my country and the safety of my family, be anxious about such a small issue?

“That’s fortunate. There are plenty of illegitimate children of Lord Tervere running around, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

He tapped his forehead with his index finger and smiled confidently.

The plan to somehow raise Yurid as a knight and commander is also a stepping stone to raise Terveer’s illegitimate children as a sort of personal guard.

The difference between him and Yubas across the river is that he will be completely excluded from inheritance rights and will only be promoted as a knight.

However, awarding a title can be considered based on merit.

Terveer is happy because he takes care of his children, the local wives are happy because they don’t have to worry, the illegitimate children are happy because they are successful, and I am happy because I get commanders.

With such grand plans, there is absolutely no reason for me to take risks and have an illegitimate child.

Then Edwina clicked her tongue.

“Tsk.”

“Tch?”

“Your Highness. Anyway, I’ve missed the right time to get married… My future is bleak except for becoming your wife.”

Only then did I realize why Edwina was acting so eccentrically.

surely.

Edwina is an old maid who cannot even gamble by the standards of this world.

Thanks to her devoted blood donation, people have come to perceive her as an old maid, even though she appears to be a young and pretty woman on the surface.

As someone who unintentionally blocked her path to marriage.

“Edwina.”

“master…?”

I felt a sense of responsibility.

“The path to the monastic order is open to women as well, so why not devote yourself to the priesthood now?”