Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 251



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251. Heart Eater Bateson

Under a leather tent, the pungent smell of herbs permeates the air.

Wolf Cloak sat silently, looking at the back of the old man with the strange smile, the sorcerer Noki.

While giving me a look that was never friendly.

Noki, however, was constantly grinding herbs with a pestle and humming a song.

“Hehehe.”

Fragrant herb leaves, crushed and ground mercilessly in a mortar and pestle.

Then, dark red juice started to leak out from the herbs that were crushed into small pieces like dough.

Noki politely put down the sledgehammer he was holding and slowly opened his mouth.

“Chief. It seems you have something to ask me.”

Wolf Cloak asked bluntly.

“Wizard. What wind did you blow into Bateson?”

“Heh heh heh. The wind. This is really something. This old man’s lungs aren’t very strong, so it’s not good for him to blow air on others.”

“Batesson is a useful man. That’s why I kept him alive.”

Curly-bearded Bateson.

Another alias was Bateson, the Heart-Eater.

One more thing, he was known for being dissatisfied with the mystical behavior of the Wolf Cloak and for blaming it on various things.

However, the wolf cloak came to find the sorcerer Noki to protect Bateson.

“He may complain at first, but he is a man who faithfully understands when given a mission. He is no different from Harriat, who pretends to be afraid and begins to harbor resentment. Bateson is aware that he is dealing fairly and justly with the gods.”

Bateson’s dancing skills are not so great that he can be called the greatest martial artist of the century.

His usual upright and honest appearance and his intention to build an army rather than simply raiding others led to Batesson being elected as chieftain.

But if that were all, I would never have come to this place.

Batson knew how to deceive his own thoughts and heart in order to win.

This kind of duality was bound to result in terrifying deceptive tactics on the battlefield.

“Batesson must know that his group alone cannot defeat the alien starlight and its followers. We must stop them now and send them back. You must pray to the gods on his behalf. He is still useful.”

It was only after hearing those words that Noki showed a different reaction for the first time.

He stopped whining and complaining, consistently pretending not to know.

Instead, he spoke, embracing his old self in fear and awe.

“…That’s right. The gods have also decided the usefulness of Bateson. The time has come.”

“!”

At that moment, Wolf Cloak realized.

The inspiration that grew up encountering countless miracles and mysteries suddenly whispered.

This is about the true power of the gods that the church has desperately hidden by repeatedly erasing records.

The reason why humans were always defeated no matter how much they rose up before the advent of Lux Stella.

What those miracles were was left in a history forgotten by mankind, in folk tales handed down by word of mouth by warriors.

‘Batesson.’

Wolf Cloak closed his eyes tightly, abandoning even the slightest hint of regret and resentment.

‘It seems the gods have already taken notice of your blasphemy.’

To perform miracles that defy common sense, a sacrifice is needed.

And the great gods had long since prepared the sacrifice for the miracle.

At this point, Wolf Cloak could only let out a sigh of awe.

Bateson, the heart-eater.

‘So you were a heart eater…’

***

November 3, 1226.

A chilly cold wind was showing signs that no one could deny.

Then, the first one to move was Bateson.

After driving out all the residents and settling in an empty village, he wasted time until he suddenly called up warriors.

There was no fighting or anything going on, and a loud shout pierced the ears of the warriors who were sleeping spread out.

“All warriors, come to the synagogue! The chieftain is calling!”

Naturally, the warriors did not take this cry at face value.

They would often face each other and shrug their shoulders, scratching their disheveled hair and bellies and groaning.

“After playing around for a month, what’s going on all of a sudden?”

“Even if I do that, I’ll just scare them and chase them away.”

While the knights of the Holy War were fighting among themselves, unable to control their temper, the warriors were also unable to put up a proper fight.

I just understood and tolerated it because I was numerically inferior.

Even warriors who disliked Batson would have stuck out their tongues and opposed him if he had tried to fight like this.

The clever chieftain Bateson would not be unaware of that fact.

All the warriors thought so and mumbled-.

“You all must be sick and tired of it. This is the expedition you’ve been waiting for.”

-I was startled by the sound, like a bolt from the blue.

“Chief. Are you crazy?”

“I guess I miscounted. The land keeper guys have 10,000 and we have 2,000. We’re clearly short by 8,000…”

“I wasn’t particularly sick of it. Peace. It was nice.”

Warriors criticize Bateson’s decision, citing various reasons.

Even though they are warriors who enjoy fighting, there is a limit to it.

I didn’t enjoy the pointless act of jumping into a fight where I was sure to lose without any reason.

At that moment.

“That’s exactly the mindset.”

Batson crossed his arms and smirked, raising the corners of his mouth.

“Warriors. Do you know why our great warrior compatriots, Four-Wielding Ariavar and White-Eyed Toryon, were eaten like dogs?”

“You ate it like a dog…”

“I was defeated. Those so-called great warriors of the gods were defeated more helplessly than a woman!”

Batson continued, scolding the warrior who was disgusted by the harsh expression.

While tapping his own forearm with his index finger.

“The reason is simple. This world is Lux Stella’s world right now. If we fight in Lux Stella’s territory, the miracles of our gods will naturally not be able to use their power, and as a result, the two who had won the victory with the miracles of the gods were defeated.”

But what the warriors heard and focused on was something entirely different.

“Joe, Chief. Can I just call you by that name?”

“More than that, our gods are powerless. The chieftain’s words are too irreverent…”

“Tsk.”

Bateson couldn’t stand it anymore and clicked his tongue.

There were still too many people who didn’t know.

If the gods were stronger than Lux Stella in the first place, why did they usurp the world?

If I had my way, I would have run to the church, declared my intention to convert, and joined the Inse side.

But Batson knew how to calculate profit and loss with a cool head.

‘The Chieftain’s words make sense. My status and abilities were only revealed while I was serving the gods, so I don’t think the people and the church know me well.’

So how can I make my name known to the royalties side?

How can we properly compromise with the gods and avoid losing the blessings we enjoy?

The conclusion to that agony was now coming out through Bateson’s lips.

“Lux Stella’s specialty is that. Preventing the gods from exerting their power. Aura Awakening is a kind of finishing blow. In any case, those who rely solely on the miracles of the gods will not easily defeat Lux Stella’s followers.”

Ariaba, who was called the adopted son of the Dragon God, and Toryon, a hunter who served the nature god.

The brutal downfall of these two alarmed Batson.

Moreover, Chimal, the god of agriculture served by Bateson, was famous for demanding merciless compensation from those he favored.

Even if you win by borrowing the power of the god of agriculture, it will only be a victory with wounds after paying the price.

“So I chose to torment them with human wisdom.”

Batson uncrossed his arms and let out a confident laugh.

“Through fair and reasonable compensation and transactions… that is.”

Here was another truth that the Holy Army failed to grasp.

Another difference between those who were plundered by Batson and those who were protected.

Provide information about the Crusades in exchange for protecting your property and family.

Any information that is of no use is fine.

Instead, if they deem it valuable information, they will share some of the loot they have taken.

It’s so funny.

Even if it was inevitable that the villages along the advance route would be plundered unconditionally, the other villages readily accepted this proposal without exception.

“The stupid land guards didn’t hesitate to hand over information that would put the soldiers who were supposed to protect them in danger. They thought that this would be enough. Thanks to this, we were able to cut off all of the Holy Army’s advance routes for about two months, while also tying them up by making them suspect ambushes and spies.”

Bateson looked down on those who were greedy when they could not even protect themselves.

“And now beyond the sea. It is winter, with the cold winds of the barren north blowing in.”

As soon as Bateson finished saying this, he immediately pulled out the axe from his waist.

And hold on to it with all your might.

“winter!”

He swung his sword at the table in front of him.

Kwajik!

The table cannot withstand the force and splits along the grain.

After taking a deep breath, Batson turned to the frozen warriors and asked.

“Who lives in the freezing cold, digging and eating the frozen ground?”

“”…””

“Who lived by drinking frost-covered blood?”

“”…we.””

“Who picked up an axe instead of flint when his hands and feet were blue and green?”

The three questions made the warriors remember the deep-rooted hatred and resentment that they had forgotten due to inertia.

The warriors’ eyes are polished to smooth, hard beads.

The warriors straightened their posture, abandoning all the lax attitude they had shown just a moment ago, and answered.

“”It was us.””

Batson looked at the warriors who had taken up their stances like a trained army for a long time.

“I’ve heard that the Holy War has a lot of volunteers. Think of all the kids volunteering for raiding. That means there are a lot of hot-blooded young warriors eager to make a mark. They’re probably quite dissatisfied because we’ve been putting them off fighting day after day, making them hot-tempered.”

This was Batson’s gambit.

“Now that they’re running wild, it’s the right time. Reveal yourself and start retreating, drawing them all the way to the Netalium where the Chieftain is. Unlike us who are used to winter, they’re weak in winter, so it’ll be tough to chase them down. However, the more we push them, and the more supplies we’ll use up, the more they’ll cling to us.”

“Then the chieftain, Hariat, and that drunkard get all the credit…?”

Then one of the warriors asked a simple question.

Wasn’t it an attempt to establish a feat to atone for the blasphemy against the gods?

Bateson clicked his tongue at the question and shrugged his shoulders.

“I can’t deal with all 10,000 of them anyway.”

Aim for the best of the best.

“The stigmata manifester called Commander. He only satisfies the guy named Terveer.”

By doing so, the name Bateson will be firmly established in the minds of royalty and the church.

Conversion is the next step in what is arguably the greatest and most unprecedented threat to humanity.

If you are reborn from a pagan who defeated the Holy War army into a guardian who pledges to follow the true faith-.

‘Chief. I wish you would be a little more humble then.’

***

So on November 5, 1226.

Batson and his 2,000 men came to the Holy War with a provocation that was not a provocation.

Adjutant Sir Herset could not help but frown as he read the letter sent by Batherson.

“I will open the battlefield and the path to it for you, the holy army, who do not care about the safety of the people. I will go ahead, so follow me and do not get lost.”

If it had only been a letter, I might have just let it go.

But the gift enclosed with the letter was the problem.

“One more. I gave it back to you guys since you didn’t seem to care…”

A shabby cart covered with rags.

But because of the dark red blood and the foul smell, it was easy to guess what was inside.

If only there were some parts that were a little different from people’s expectations.

“oh my god.”

“They’re all kids…”

The fact is that all the bodies brought in the cart were those of murdered children and infants.

The soldiers who had lifted their quilts would all step back with pale faces.

This was the deciding blow.

“Lord Terveer! We must annihilate all these devils immediately!”

“Surely you are not going to remain silent when you see those innocent deaths?!”

Public opinion in the military camp, which was already seething with complaints and discontent, was completely overturned.

Of course, Terveer knew that this was a lure for the enemy.

“…I understand your feelings. However, we will need to prepare to move a large army. Instead, let’s form a pursuit party with only those who volunteered to subdue them.”

He himself sympathized with the anger the knights felt, so he could not bring himself to stop them.

The knights also knew that this was the best their commander could do, so they asked for no more.

Instead, he just prepared to go on a mission as if it were a given.

“Good. I can finally show those wicked people what justice is.”

“Come to me, my servant! It’s time to go on a campaign!”

The knights who had been pursuing only military achievements climbed into the saddle with righteous anger.

The first pursuit force, consisting of thirty brave knights and two hundred retainers, immediately set out, followed by another hundred or so knights who had wished to join the expedition, leading nearly five hundred retainers.

But they did not return until Terveer gave the order to advance.

There were no reports of victory or defeat.

Still, it was possible to see how the victory or defeat was decided.

November 8, 1226.

Terve and the Holy Army, who had begun to advance in a hurry, soon found themselves at their end.

The knights who had volunteered to pursue were left hanging from trees with their blood-covered wings sprouting.

Looking down at the headless seeds.

Like a vulture hovering over a corpse.

“Lord Terveer.”

“I know.”

At Herset’s call, Terveer answered with a firm grip on the reins.

“He’s not an easy guy.”