Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 254



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There is a saying called fate.

And fate makes some people laugh and some people cry.

To those who laugh, fate is nothing more than a trivial stroke of luck, but to those who cry, it is like the noose of the gallows that tightens the more they struggle.

Because of these characteristics, fate has long been considered very precious.

So much so that the astrologers and soothsayers of Ise studied it systematically before the arrival of the extraterrestrial star, Lux Stella.

Scholars have identified three elements that make up the soul: memories from life, will from the body, and destiny created by the world.

The logic was that a will that moves without memory is nothing more than an instinct, and a memory that exists without a will is nothing more than a record.

Old scholars argued that fate plays a key role in organically linking memory and will to form an independent soul.

This metaphysical theory has gone by different names in different fields.

If you pick the most intuitive name among them, you will be ‘lucky’.

Luck is the probability or possibility of achieving a desired outcome.

According to scholars of Ise, fate was the bridge connecting the two and the most decisive criterion distinguishing the living and the dead.

While the living have the power to bring about the results they desire, the dead have lost that power and are left with only memories and will.

The other races realized this fact and acted carefully as they delved deeply into spirituality.

Even though he had been communicating with, dealing with, and favoring the gods since long ago, fate did not give him up easily.

So, they looked down on and belittled humans who sacrificed their own fate to survive, calling them foolish.

The price humans have paid to survive in a harsh world has never been light.

The fate of all human beings is in principle vested in the gods, and their beginning and end are determined by the will of the gods.

From the perspective of other races, humans are dead.

In other words, they were no different from the dead.

No one is willing to give up their rights just because a corpse is alive and moving.

No matter how you treat a beast that is already extinct, the result is already set.

No matter how much humans deny it, they cannot go against the gods.

Whether other races treat humans well or harshly, the ending does not change.

No matter what kind of life you have lived, or what kind of mindset you have, or where you are headed, the destination you will arrive at is the destination set by the gods.

Even if humans regret their past transactions and try to reclaim the fate they have given up, it is useless if they cannot pay the penalty.

Instead of regaining your destiny, you will lose the survival guaranteed to you by the gods.

The moment the deal is canceled, the gods will not hesitate to take back all the flesh that made up the human being.

Yet there is only one reason why humans survived. It was because they were protected by a powerful god.

Lux Stella, an alien starlight who has usurped the fate of humanity granted by the gods and is quietly reigning over them.

He was silencing the just demands of the gods.

In exchange for the gray-white brain fluid that flowed from between the shattered skulls of the first Aura Awakener, the Heart-Plucker Tribunus.

But even the great Lux Stella could not completely block the gods’ righteous execution.

Lux Stella’s protection was such that if the gods only paid attention to a few and singled them out and poured out their malice, it would be pierced.

Then, the compassionate and powerful Lux Stella gave up protecting the more worthy and honorable ‘few’ in favor of the greater cause of protecting all humanity.

That is why the doom awaits the stigmata manifesters and the Aura Awakeners.

God has always sacrificed the worthy for the unworthy.

The Aura Awakened, who risked their own families to protect their compatriots, are buried in mold in the dark and damp underground, waiting for the never-ending twilight of this world and the noon of the human world that will never arrive.

Those who prospered on the back of that noble sacrifice are unaware that they are being ridiculed as foolish.

This time the scapegoat was no different.

The gods had designated the one who would unleash their evil, and this time Lux Stella remained silent-.

It was at this time that a small change occurred.

The sorcerer Noki.

He was old and cynical, but he was more gifted than anyone else in reading mysteries, and he was walking around the barracks in a hurry.

The old sorcerer’s frequent footsteps stopped at the tent of the Silver-Maned Wolf Chieftain.

Noki stepped into the tent without hesitation, sweat dripping down his face from the wrinkles that formed.

At that moment, Wolf Cloak was grooming his wolf skin, which was his identity.

Wolf Cloak opened his mouth without even looking back.

“Your steps are unexpectedly hasty. I almost drew my sword, thinking you were someone else.”

But the wolf cloak’s composure was shattered the moment he heard the words of the sorcerer Noki.

“Chief, the gods are angry.”

“…Batesson will be doing his job, right?”

“It’s not Batesson.”

The matter is urgent.

Noki no longer hid the truth that only he and the Chieftain knew.

“The Warrior King has completely ignored the gods’ warnings and cajoling…! Belatedly, he realizes that his brother has almost reached the destination set by the gods, and he intends to move alone!”

“…”

It was Wolf Cloak and Noki who had been in contact with the gods for a long time.

Of course, it was immediately clear who the nameless warrior king of the fallen kingdom had been resurrected as.

The reason the invasion of the islands in the morning was slow to begin with was not simply to lay a foundation.

The gods still coveted the warrior king, and this time they continued to try to persuade him.

And the name of the sacrificial lamb chosen by the gods is Tervere Orn Stregos Glerio Powis-.

“Warrior King.”

Wolf Cloak sighed and sighed.

“This time too, you have chosen to reject everything the gods have promised and to do something you cannot keep.”

It’s always been like this since the days of the Fallen Kingdom.

The gods had promised the warrior king unlimited rights and rewards 600 years ago that mediocre warriors could not even dream of.

Convert and you will find the peace you desire.

Convert. You will no longer suffer from illness and will gain a body stronger than anyone else in the world.

Just convert, and I will make you the greatest among warriors and grant you eternal life in luxurious power.

And by giving up all these rights, the warrior king set higher those things which he served and cherished.

“That’s why the gods covet it so much.”

This is why the wolf cloak was fascinated by the warrior king.

A warrior among the warriors who rejected all the rights and peace promised by the gods and chose to fight to the end.

But, a feeling of admiration and respect for him took root in a corner of my heart.

“Then I will offer a sacrifice to make the struggle shine even brighter.”

Wolf Cloak grinned with rising excitement as he wrapped the wolf skin he was grooming back into his cloak.

“powwow.”

“What do you want to do, Chief?”

“Heading to Batesson.”

Wolf Cloak hesitated no longer.

“We cannot allow the ultimate sacrifice that will ignite the warrior king’s fighting spirit to escape the gods.”

The gods have permitted it.

***

December 1, 1226.

As the fine snowflakes began to fall, Nevar was beginning to feel unprecedented tension.

This was especially true of Battison, who helped the Holy Army in their pursuit by kindly leaving traces behind one by one.

“Chief, what is this!?”

“The Chieftain said he wouldn’t move…?”

It was because the banner of the Chieftain’s Wolf Mantle, which should have been clearly entrenched, was fluttering beyond the white-washed ridge.

Bateson bit his lower lip, glaring at the flag with bleary eyes.

“Quiet.”

You said to atone for the sins you committed against the gods, but didn’t you intend to leave it that way from the beginning?

All sorts of thoughts quickly passed through Bateson’s mind.

But the wolf cloak I actually encountered was extremely cold and indifferent.

“The Holy War Army is moving north, so it would be natural to respond.”

“Well… that’s true, but…”

Rather, it was so common-sense a comment that Batson was puzzled.

‘Did I overreact?’

In fact, Wolf Cloak forgave Batson with silence despite all his objections.

It’s clear that he’s a much more generous man than you might think.

However, the sin of not telling the truth and causing Ariava and Toryon to die in vain will not go away.

Batson couldn’t help but question it with a slightly uneasy attitude.

But Wolf Cloak’s subsequent instructions completely washed away even Bateson’s uneasy feelings.

“Batesson, I will lead the main force of this holy war. You are the sacrifice to the gods. Deal with the opposing commander.”

“What?!”

“I will open the way. I will block any obstructions. You and your tribe should focus solely on the commander.”

“Oh, Chieftain…!”

I willingly yield to the most honorable duel.

Although he had shown all sorts of ambiguous attitudes up until now, it was impossible for anyone but a great man to show off his most prominent part in the most intense and fierce battlefield.

Only then did Batson step back awkwardly, regretting having interrupted Wolf Cloak at every turn.

After hesitating, he finally offered a heartfelt apology.

“…I apologize for my blasphemy against the gods and my hasty remarks toward you. I was inadequate.”

“There are things that will be accomplished because of you. Forget the past.”

“Huh. Tsk, good. As expected, a warrior should speak on the battlefield.”

At that moment, the sorcerer Noki, who had been watching silently, approached.

Holding a wide plate filled with crimson blood.

“Heart-Eater, Bateson. I pray for your good deeds and struggles… I convey the blessings of the gods to the champion of the gods.”

“Ugh.”

Batesson, who didn’t want to drink blood, quickly racked his brain and came up with an excuse.

“Isn’t Lux Stella’s ability the power to defeat the miracles of the gods? You drink it.”

“That is why you must drink even more. Bateson, if your fate moves as Lux Stella wishes, how can you defeat the great warrior of Lux Stella? It is a fight between the gods. A fight between those who represent the gods, a fight in which the one who receives more protection and blessings wins.”

“Okay, fuck. The heart has a taste for chewing…”

Batson picked up the plate with a shit-eating expression.

At that time, the Holy War Army also received reports that Batson had joined the Wolf Cloak army.

A large army, estimated to be 30,000 strong, stands before the Holy Army.

They began to gather in the plains near Netalium, the capital and center of the Duchy of Neva.

Now the numerical advantage that the Holy War army boasted about has disappeared.

But the passion of the Holy Army did not wane, but burned even more fiercely.

“Silver Mane Wolf Cloak. The leader of this invasion, as identified by the Church. The prisoners testified that this invasion was dependent on his leadership.”

“That guy actually existed…?”

“The leader of the great invasion.”

Wolf cloak.

A leader who led the great invasion for 10 years, but never went to the front lines, so even his identity was unclear.

It was at a time when questions were raised about whether he really existed that his name was first mentioned among the captured prisoners.

The knights were encouraged by this fact and cried out:

That was understandable.

“Lord Terveer. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. He must have known that this fight would be decisive, so he came forward.”

“Lord Terve…! Please!”

The first unique opportunity to end the invasion that had engulfed the entire archipelago in the morning presented itself.

If not now, then there was no telling where he would disappear to or when he would appear.

Here.

If the Wolf Cloak can be captured or killed here, the cultists will lose their focal point and completely disintegrate.

“…Good.”

Terveer couldn’t miss that opportunity.

“We have the full plate armor that His Eminence the Bishop himself has consecrated, and you and the voices that call for victory and peace are by our side. We are the dawn that will dispel the twilight, the shield and sword that protects the innocent!”

Terveer drew his sword and proudly showed the blade to all the knights, shouting:

“I will act according to my resolution to protect all my compatriots!”