Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 249



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249. Good faith with reason

Narva after the bishopric of Powis.

There is no one who does not know the name that exerts a great influence throughout the entire system of morning.

Anyone who served the starlight of humanity would show both irritation and respect for the name Narva.

Even though he is full of nonsense and antics, and is oppressive and authoritarian, we must admit what we must admit.

Even the enemies who were busy with Narva could not help but acknowledge the determination and meticulousness with which he built a solid foundation for the Duchy of Powis, which was at the time the weakest.

But there were others who took the name Narva the most seriously.

“The stigmata manifester who has now entered Nevar is not an Aura Awakener.”

“Then it’s nothing special…?”

“However, the stigmata manifestation suspected of being an Aura Awakener. He is currently under the command of Bishop Hu, who is leading the church in this land.”

Silver Mane Wolf Cloak.

As the chieftain leading his warriors, he was always keeping an eye out for any real threats.

If you ask who is the most feared entity in war, everyone will unanimously answer this.

A great warrior who leads victory on the battlefield.

Wolf Cloak shook his head slowly, rejecting this obvious common sense.

A warrior can only win on one battlefield.

The warriors, who were busy fighting the enemies right in front of them, did not notice.

Who is truly dangerous?

A representative figure was Battison.

“Even so, isn’t it just a feather grabber fiddling with parchment?”

Curly-bearded Bateson.

He chewed and grated the roots of the weeds as was his usual habit.

He glared at the wolf cloak with eyes that didn’t match his snickering smile.

“…”

Wolf Cloak met Bateson’s gaze without saying anything.

Then Bateson spat out the crushed grass roots with a “?” sound.

It was an atmosphere where it wouldn’t have been strange to find one clutching an axe handle at any time.

The warriors gathered at the meeting swallowed their saliva and stepped back, unable to do anything.

Anyone could tell.

Batesson knew that whatever Wolf Cloak said now would be met with opposition.

“Chief. You’ve been leading us so far, bragging as if you were great. But what’s the result?”

“…”

“Ariaba died begging before the dragon’s scales could emerge, and Toryon was hunted down by a hail of arrows while showing off. Regardless of personal feelings, both were warriors who could never be ignored. They also made many offerings to gain the gods’ favor.”

And now, Bateson began to bring up a topic that all the warriors had been keeping quiet about.

“But I lost. At first, I thought it was because of the gods’ change of heart. I thought I was rude while offering the sacrifice. But the truth is always simple and clear.”

Still, I remain silent.

Wolf Cloak, despite his position as chieftain, never spoke of the dangers his tribe and those who trusted and followed him faced.

That calm attitude broke the last of Batson’s patience.

Batesson shouted at Wolf Cloak, who still remained silent.

“Our gods are weaker than Lux Stella!”

The sound of a gasp echoes down my throat.

Here, Batterson interpreted the echoing sound in his own way.

I cried out even louder, thinking that the creepy shiver that ran over my skin was the catharsis that came from telling the truth.

“That’s why you’re so nervous about facing the Lux Stella warrior, who just stays in his room and fiddles with feathers.”

“…Batesson.”

“Answer me first!”

The moment when Wolf Cloak first tries to answer.

Bateson interrupted and continued to argue.

“Let the worthy conquer and enjoy! If our gods are truly weaker than Lux Stella, then isn’t he the one worthy who usurped the world from the weak?!”

The logic of power was simple and clear.

However, it was also a logic that took away the reason to fight the moment they felt that the enemy they had to deal with was stronger than them.

We believe in and follow the gods because they bestow blessings, but if those blessings are not powerful enough to overcome other gods, why should we offer sacrifices?

To that question, Wolf Cloak answered by raising his index finger.

“Then you may nullify your bargain with the gods.”

“what?”

“It’s simple, reasonable, and fair.”

The wolf cloak said.

From the beginning, the gods did not oppress humans in a special way.

If you don’t like the deal you made with the gods, you can always nullify it.

“The deal is easy to complete. You will receive back all the tribute you paid to please the gods, and you will take back the favor and blessings they have bestowed upon you.”

Naturally, the offerings received by the gods meant human sacrifice.

Of course, he may have been a living, breathing human being before being offered as a sacrifice.

However, he is a human being who has been dismembered to be offered as a sacrifice.

Even if an ordinary person were to receive the dismembered human flesh or organs back, they would be nothing more or less than a useless piece of meat.

Trash. Literally.

Anyone would frown if they were told that they would return the garbage that was left to fester.

Batesson was one of them.

“Ha… I’ll give you back the trash, so spit out all the blessings I’ve enjoyed?”

“Hearing that makes it even stranger.”

Then the wolf cloak tilted its head.

“The gods gladly accept even the garbage you have spoken of, and they do not spare any blessings, but you try to curry favor with someone who does not care about you just because the gods do not meet your expectations?”

“You don’t care? Am I, Bateson, less qualified than those unqualified people?”

I am different.

Batson was truly thinking of it.

Even the powerful god Lux ​​Stella, who protects even the unworthy, began to look for an opportunity to convert, believing that she would promise special treatment to those who were worthy.

Unfortunately, his lofty pride was easily scratched by a few trivial words.

Bateson couldn’t stand hearing words that seemed to mock this attitude.

The moment he suddenly stood up from his seat and bared his teeth-.

“then.”

The wolf cloak that always and everywhere spoke bluntly.

For the first time, emotion began to creep into his speech.

“Just…”

Crunch.

It was at this time that a friction sound was heard from the scabbard at his waist.

Batesson tried to put his hand on the axe handle in a hurry, but it was no use.

It was a series of moments.

Batson was simply overwhelmed by the tidal wave that poured down like a rising tide.

Posture, speed, even breathing, steady eyes.

And the flashing blade.

It was at this moment that Batson realized all these sights came together.

-The fact that the tip of the knife had already slightly cut through his Adam’s apple.

On the other hand, Wolf Cloak wasn’t even looking at Batesson.

Instead, he opened his mouth and watched the drops of blood dripping down the tip of the sword.

“…Do you think you are qualified to do this without the favor of the gods?”

contempt.

The first emotion Wolf Cloak showed toward Bateson was cold contempt.

A true warrior must face this here.

He had to risk his life to fight against those who had looked down on him and restore his honor.

But. But.

Still.

“…”

Bateson was completely overwhelmed by the move shown by Wolf Cloak and was speechless.

Only then did the wolf-cloak put away his contempt.

“It’s a waste of blood. If I had offered it to the gods, they would have been pleased.”

Srrrrrr.

Wolf Cloak looked around the room as he sheathed his sword.

“The directive to prioritize the Aura Awakening and its candidates is also something that our friends have unanimously requested. The current leading candidate is none other than the aforementioned Bishop of Powis Narva.”

“….”

“But he’s not just dangerous because he’s an Aura Awakener. For the past 10 years or so, the resistance of the landkeepers has been growing more organized. He’s behind it all.”

This was also the reason why the Wolf Cloaks put forth a puppet instead of completely ruling over Nevar.

A shepherd appeared in a flock of sheep that was thought to be easy.

Even lions drive their herds around before hunting, targeting stray prey.

“He is a meticulous and quick-witted man. If we can’t get rid of him, the day will come when we rule this land. Bateson.”

“…”

“Batesson.”

“…I’m listening.”

“You are in charge of the stigmata that are currently entering. The blasphemous words you have spoken have defiled our hall, so it is your merit that should cleanse it.”

Wolf Cloak said so and glared at each of the warriors gathered in the meeting.

There was an effect that took Batesson as an example.

The opposing public opinion that seemed to be gathering around Bateson was instantly put to sleep.

With one exception.

“…”

Wolf Cloak frowned slightly as soon as he realized who the exception was.

“Hoo.”

The sorcerer Noki.

He was looking at Bateson, whose face had turned pale.

With that peculiar, eerie laugh.

***

October 18, 1226.

The warriors who had been just watching or running away until now began to take full-scale stances.

Terveer learned of this from refugees fleeing looting and arson.

And who is leading the warriors.

Terveer chewed on the name out loud.

“Bateson, the heart-eater.”

When the adjutant, Lord Herset, heard the name, his one-line comment was simple.

“It’s disgusting.”

“hmm.”

But this terrible and cruel nickname was followed by a contradictory course of action.

One day they carried out unconditional massacres and plunder without any demands, and on another day they offered generous terms, promising safe retreat and withdrawal, including allowing them to escape with all their property, which they actually did.

“It’s a guy who splits open a person’s chest while they’re still alive and eats their heart!”

“Nari, no matter what happens, please tear that guy to pieces and kill him!!!”

The refugees who suffered the brutal plunder of Battesson let out screams of hate.

“I have never seen so honorable a man among the heathen.”

“When his subordinates disobeyed his orders and tried to storm the procession, didn’t he himself block them and fight them to the death, killing them all to open the way for us?! And then he said it was his fault for not managing his subordinates and even demanded compensation from us!”

The refugees were impressed by the honorable and generous behavior of Battison and judged him to be a human being for a pagan.

However, as an experienced knight, Terveer noticed the hidden intentions.

“If one is truly honorable, he will not continue to plunder.”

That was actually the case.

Despite his contradictory actions, Batson did not stop attacking the surrounding villages.

Then why do they show such conflicting actions?

After brainstorming with several knights, Terveer looked at the map and came to a realization.

The other knights of the Holy Army, who noticed it a little too late, also raised their heads while drooling.

“Lord Terveer. These guys…”

“I had a hunch.”

Unfortunately, plans in war don’t last long.

Terveer caressed his eyebrows and sighed deeply.

There was only one difference between the villages that Bateson had thoroughly plundered and those that he had not.

“I guess.”

The flat lands and watersides where the Holy Army could easily advance were thoroughly scorched earth, and areas located near forests or valleys where ambushes were easy were subject to lenient eviction measures.

Terveer groaned and said.

“It seems that an enemy spy has infiltrated our barracks.”

The Holy Army’s every move is being monitored along their advance route.

And there were too many suspects.

Because there were so many refugees and locals who wanted to work to help the Holy War.

The real problem was right here.

“…Even if we find them and kill them, new spies will just pour in.”

The refugees saved by Bateson were fleeing to where the Holy Army was in order to survive.