Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 252
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252. The Pacifist’s Walk
Hoho, every time I exhale, a puff of white steam rises.
The soldiers were huddled together near the brazier, clapping their hands and shivering.
“Ugh, it’s cold.”
“Aren’t you on patrol? When are you going?”
“What are you doing in this weather… I’ll freeze to death if I go out.”
“Melt it a little so that the Nari don’t catch you.”
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it.”
The soldier who was pointing out the fire and the soldier who was supposed to be patrolling but didn’t leave the stove had similar feelings.
Under a clear sky without a single cloud.
In places where the sun did not shine, a messy layer of frost had formed.
November 19, 1226.
In the morning, a biting cold slowly arrived in the area of Nevar, located at the northwestern tip of the archipelago.
It was a difficult time for everyone, but especially for soldiers from the mainland.
For soldiers living in much milder climates, the winters in the Nevar region were extremely harsh.
Every now and then, when a sharp, cold wind would blow, the soldiers would complain of pain, saying it felt like their wounds were being cut with a knife.
If we had not been prepared, people might have frozen to death.
Fortunately, after Bishop Powis’ death, Narva promised full support and assistance, and supplied supplies, so there were no casualties.
However, the speed of pursuing the newly emerged pagan leader, the Heart-Eater Bateson, began to fall significantly behind.
By this time, even the leaders of the Holy War could see what the enemy was after.
It was unpleasant, but I had to admit it.
The fact that pagans are never an easy opponent to defeat.
This change in perception was particularly noticeable among the young knights who were eager to fight.
“Sir Terve, it looks like they’re using bait in the form of a trap.”
“For a pagan, he’s a clever guy…”
For free knights, especially those who came from the mainland, the image of the pagan warrior was always the same.
They are nothing more or less than barbarians who just mindlessly charge into well-organized armies and phalanxes and are defeated by knights.
They had no tactics, no strategy, no technology.
From the knights’ point of view, they are nothing more than a sort of loot or a vending machine for merits that can take their lives at any time.
-That prejudice is only now beginning to change.
Terveer nodded and agreed with the knights who had changed their opinions.
“I think the same as you. The raiders I’ve dealt with thought the same way as you. But recently, the group leading this invasion seems to have learned a little.”
And instead of judging right and wrong and asserting his authority and pride, he chose a different approach.
“However, it is true that a change has come to the stagnant situation. If we had not known about the ambush, we would have been defeated without a fight, but if we know about the lure and exercise caution, we will be able to figure out their outlines. If you and I work together and do not let our guard down, I believe we will not be defeated.”
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They are similar to, yet different from, soldiers who only pursue a sense of mission and duty.
They are people who move according to their own standards, called honor, and the oaths they have made themselves, rather than the rules imposed by others.
If it had been Bishop Narva, he would have forced the knights of the Holy War to become soldiers and caused conflict, but Terveer knew how to persuade and move the same knights.
Above all else.
“Of course, I also know that it’s better to maintain this standoff and advance step by step. No, you all know that too.”
Terveer himself was a knight.
“But didn’t we swear to protect the innocent? The longer we delay, the more danger will come to them. And yet, is he really a knight who turns his back on the innocent under the pretext of tactical advantage?”
“Lord Terveer.”
“If I were that kind of person, I would have received the land and spent my time gambling.”
Terveer continued his speech, looking around at the knights who had volunteered for the temple.
“But I came here, and the lords came here, although their purpose may not be the same as mine…”
A heart that still burns hot.
On the day he was appointed as a knight, he revealed the oath he made to himself that he would keep no matter what happened.
“…While I’m here, I’ll move forward while reminiscing about the moment I was appointed as a knight, the moment I declared myself a knight.”
Even the arrogant freelancers had no choice but to acknowledge Terveer’s attitude as a knight.
The years of building a reputation by fighting against marauders and giving up his inheritance rights despite being of noble birth were a witness.
Only then did all the knights of the Holy Army bow their heads in solemn silence.
Terveer remained silent for a moment, watching the knights’ regrets.
And it brought to mind the fear and sadness that was prevalent throughout the Nevar region.
The rolling fog, the swaying forests, the people who disappear without a trace as the days pass, the lords who abandon their duties, the marauders who stalk the streets, the helping hands that never come…
“Risk goes hand in hand with opportunity.”
Kwak.
Terveer clenched his fist.
“As the commander-in-chief of the Holy Army, I have decided that this is an opportunity to wipe out the enemies in one fell swoop, and I will continue the pursuit.”
Sometimes, harsh hardships strengthen people instead of destroying them.
This winter was like that.
The knights who were impressed by Terveer’s attitude no longer behaved like thugs.
As soon as he left the tent after the meeting, he started to walk around the barracks hurriedly, his eyes showing a different look.
As a result, the two soldiers who were warming themselves in front of the brazier were the first to fall victim.
“You guys over there! As far as I know, there was only one soldier standing guard?!”
“Oh my, Nari. I was taking a short break while we were changing shifts…”
It’s a typical trick.
If it had been a normal situation, I would have just laughed it off and let it go, but the timing was just bad.
The knight glared at the two soldiers alternately with his eyes wide open.
“Really? Then, let each of you call out your next turn. I will severely punish any lazy person who does not complete their duties on time!”
He turned his back, leaving behind words that were no different from a death sentence.
The two soldiers who had been warming themselves in front of the brazier finally looked at each other again.
“Fucked…”
“You idiot.”
Despite the hardships of winter that the soldiers faced, the pursuit of the Holy Army did not change.
Of course, Terveer did not proceed with the work without any countermeasures.
While the holy army threw themselves into the sharp cold air, strengthening their resolve, the goods promised by Bishop Powis Narva arrived.
The secret weapon promised by Bishop Narva.
The day after the goods arrived, Terveer appeared proudly before the knights.
“Hahaha! What do you think, sir?”
“…”
“I’m so excited right now. As a man, and as a knight!”
If yesterday I was impressed by Terveer’s chivalry, today is different.
The knights were focused on the exterior of Terveer.
A shape that follows the contours of the body with soft curves, amazing protective power with meticulous finishing down to the seams, and a functional beauty that evokes elasticity while boasting a brilliant silver sheen even under sunlight.
“That’s… I, I’ve only heard about it…”
“How did the iron plate get like that?”
All the knights stared at him with their mouths wide open.
Full body plate armor.
And these are not mass-produced, cheap items from the arsenals of secular monarchs.
A fully custom full-body plate armor made in response to the needs of the knights of the capital city of Saint Idea.
No matter how high the price is, the moment the saints shake their heads, it is a realm of non-saleable goods that can never be had.
Terveer was wearing such armor.
“When I refused to inherit the manor and the land, I got a beating from my wife. But when I told her about the armor, she seemed to understand a little.”
‘It was good that you complained to Narva.’
The moments when I was sweating profusely trying to explain to my wife the value of the full-body plate armor flashed through my mind.
Was it because it was an honorable treasure given only to knights who refused to inherit manors and estates and instead devoted themselves to battle?
Now it was time to enjoy the sweet fruit.
“And this too.”
Terveer shrugged his shoulders, receiving the knights’ admiring gazes.
The rarity of this armor does not simply come from the fact that it embodies the best technology of its time.
Terveer spoke, discreetly revealing the seal attached to his armor shoulder pads.
“His Majesty personally blessed it with his own blood.”
I’m talking about the seal with the palm print of Narva.
***
November 24, 1226.
The Holy Army began to advance again.
Unlike before, instead of playing in a hasty or impatient manner, we play in an orderly manner.
Bateson, who learned of this fact through spies and reconnaissance, clicked his tongue inwardly.
“You came in knowing that?”
Actually, it might be more appropriate to say that he got angry rather than click his tongue.
What does it mean to boldly enter without hesitation, knowing that there will be an ambush and knowing that there will be a lie-in?
“The chieftain and the landkeepers all treat me like I’m some kind of idiot.”
Batson was breathing heavily with bloodshot eyes.
But I never became angry or made mistakes in judgment because of my hurt pride.
A change of thinking.
When something upsets Batesson, he tends to calm down.
Although he appeared to be very active on the outside, he was actually quite sinister on the inside.
‘That’s a good thing. When the Chieftain and the Land Keepers are exhausted from fighting each other, my influence and importance will naturally increase. As a weight to balance the scales…’
Battesson was also on the lookout for an opportunity.
“Terve? You little land keeper. I’ll definitely guide you.”
Immediately afterwards, Bateson’s group deliberately slowed down the Holy Army so that they would not be missed.
In addition, they showed their consideration by leaving separate warning signs in areas with rough valleys or landslide risk areas.
So much so that the pagan warriors were disgusted by his kindness.
“Chief, is this the right thing to do?”
“Oh, you are the ones who will fight against 30,000 people. A herd of buffalo and a herd of wolves are fighting each other, so why would a hunter interfere and ruin the game?”
“No matter what, our opponents are those who follow the starlight of aliens…”
“You can lick your friends’ toes gently? You both do the same thing, so stop talking nonsense and tie the knot tightly. Our lives are important, so what do they care?”
Meanwhile, Bishop Narva clicked his tongue when he heard the news that the Holy Army had resumed the pursuit.
‘You’re not going there to see the effects of full-body plate armor, are you?’
It was given to me so that I could return in good health, not so that I could jump into it with all my might.
But it’s already out of hand.
It was Narva himself who decided to leave everything to the judgment of the field commander.
Of course, the strongest knight in the siege, Terveir, would easily defeat a low-quality pagan warrior.
“…”
Narva thought for a while with his chin resting on his hand, then called out to John the Bald.
“John. Tell Bishop Ganista and Prefect Cellino to come to me on urgent business.”
“Yes? Why are you busy?”
“Why is that, what the heck…”
“Eek!”
John runs away as soon as I playfully raise my fist.
But Narva’s eyes, looking at John’s back, were extremely serious.
So on November 27, 1226-.
“20 monks or stigmata. Please lend me exactly 20 of them.”
“Huh. Your Majesty, where are you going in these times?”
“Not possible without a valid reason.”
After the bishopric, Narva in front of Bishop Ganista and the prefect of Cellino.
“Nevar. Go to the Holy War Army’s Doktor’s Hall.”
“”…””
Decided to go on a mission.