The Medieval Modern Man With A Gamer Mindset

The Medieval-Modern Man With A Gamer Mindset 70

70. Family Ties

All schedules and plans were canceled.

No wonder, it was an invasion by pagans who believed in the gods of the Other World. It was such an urgent matter that I had to drop everything and rush out. It was the right thing to do, both as a member of the Church and as a citizen of the Principality of Forvis.

It wasn’t as if our pious neighbor was asking to take some land, but they were a group of people who captured people and offered them as human sacrifices. I had no choice but to leave the Convent of Saint Arietta in a hurry.

Miriam noticed something in my sudden change of attitude and asked me about it.

“Your Grace, is it the Horde of Yubas?”

I guess her ears had become dull from being isolated in the convent. I was about to ignore it, but then I remembered that Miriam could become an excellent long-range… no, a dagger of the Church.

I whispered to Miriam and whispered so that little Enon wouldn’t hear.

“It’s the remnants of the Other World. They’re on a different scale than the previous raids and plunders. His Majesty the King has summoned me to discuss countermeasures, assuming an invasion.”

“The remnants of the Other World…”

The word “Other World” had considerable impact. Even Miriam, who could be called a tough woman considering her personality, hesitated at that. Anyway, I could only hope that the fact that I had confided in her would build trust between us.

So I was about to leave the reception room with Karina.

“…Since Your Grace has confided in me, I shall also speak.”

“Hmm?”

I couldn’t help but look at Miriam with pure curiosity.

Do you know something?

She had only asked with her eyes, but Miriam sighed and blurted out the main point.

“The eyes. The Yubas have eyes.”

What nonsense was she talking about all of a sudden?

Just as those words reached my throat, it was Miriam’s silent determination in her warm brown eyes that shut my mouth.

“The bloodline of Yubas. Only the immediate family, close to the head of the family, share this secret of the family with their subordinates.”

Miriam’s story, which began like that, was enough to stop me in my tracks for a moment.

A human kingdom that had existed on the Isle of Dawn since long ago, but had collapsed hundreds of years ago.

The human race, filled with regret and sorrow, called it the Fallen Kingdom, and the race of the Ise, filled with contempt and hatred, called it the Destroyed Kingdom.

However, both sides shared the same respect for the last king of the human kingdom.

I had already heard the position of the church, which represented the human race, from the Mother Superior, so let’s skip that part. What’s important is the position of the pagans, which is passed down through the bloodline of Yubas. Yubas was also originally a pagan and one of those who destroyed the human kingdom.

It is said that the pagans, who had been at the forefront of the kingdom’s destruction at that time, despised all humans, but praised the king above all others.

I wondered why, and listened in silence, and it turned out to be true.

“He refused to give his name to the great warriors who demanded it, saying that the king of a fallen country needed no name. And it is said that he defeated the great warriors who had received countless blessings without any divine intervention, proving himself to be a true warrior.”

He refused to give his name, saying that the king of a fallen country needed no name.

He defeated the great warriors who had received the blessings of the gods, without receiving any protection or blessings, and proved himself to be the greatest warrior. His skills were so great that none of the great warriors of the Ise dared to harm him.

I couldn’t help but ask when I heard this part.

“Didn’t he die?”

“According to the legend… the warrior king died not because of anyone else’s attack, but because he exhausted himself.”

Hmm. A lonely king, no. [Nameless Warrior King].

This guy… is he the type to show off a little? I don’t know who he is, but if I had met him in person, I think he would have been a pretty good guy. We might have even been able to confide in each other and become close friends.

Anyway, the pagans were so impressed by his incredible martial arts and awesome bravado that even the gods of the Ise praised the warrior king who had resisted the blessing with his pure human body.

It was a touching tale of martial arts that transcended religion, race, and other vested interests.

“So the tribes claimed the remains of the Nameless Warrior King as much as the great warriors who had fought each other.”

The ending is a mess.

“So the eyes are.”

“…Depending on which part of the Nameless Warrior King’s remains was offered to the gods, the power they gained was different. Yubas has eyes. They have eyes that can see even the most distant places as if they were close.”

By this point, my thoughts of Miriam as a fool had completely disappeared.

The power gained by offering a part of the warrior king’s remains is a kind of telescope. From the nuance, it seems to be inherited through the bloodline, but considering how many tribes must have offered the warrior king’s remains.

…This battle might be much harder than I thought.

“Thank you for the important information. I will surely testify to your pious accusation to His Majesty.”

“I have only answered the trust Your Grace has shown me.”

Trust does indeed go around in circles. I groaned solemnly and stood up from my seat.

“Let’s go, Lady Karina.”

“Huh? Me too?! I… uh. Your Grace. If you are busy, I think I can just go back to the mainland.”

Karina.

I thought she was a simple-minded, pure white girl, but now I see that she was born with intuition.

However, it is not always possible for people to live their lives according to their intuition.

“Lady Karina. Shouldn’t you at least report to the Bishop of Illenput? It’s a matter of courtesy.”

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“Th, that’s.”

“Bishop Ganista will be very disappointed.”

By now, Edelgard and the staff would have finished supplementing the draft of the common law I sent. All that was left was to get it transcribed. How much would it cost to hire a scribe to transcribe such a large volume in a clean and beautiful hand?

“uuugh… uuugh!!!”

I inwardly gasped in relief as I watched Karina clutching her hair with an expression that was a mixture of laughter and tears.

Thank goodness that Karina-sama, who had left the mainland out of a desire to broaden her horizons, was here.

***

The return trip was uneventful.

I quickly and accurately escorted Karina to the cathedral of the bishopric, worried that something might happen to her. I had placed her next to my most trusted and reliable aide.

“Bishop, this is Karina-sama. She is the relative blood of Magister Tribunus Norfang of the mainland.”

“…Hello…?”

Karina looked up at Bishop Ganista hesitantly, and at that moment, Bishop Ganista met my eyes.

‘Do you know what she can do?’

‘She is an excellent scribe.’

It was then that a broad smile spread across our Bishop’s face.

“Hohoho. Stigmatized Karina de Norfang, Magister Tribunus Norfang… I have heard of you. Welcome, welcome. Now then, let us remove the residual poison first.”

“Huh? Can you do that?”

“Of course. Hohoho…”

The Bishop looked at Karina for a long time with the warm eyes of a grandfather looking at his granddaughter.

“Now, this old man can return to his post.”

After pretending to be forgetful, he suddenly said something completely unexpected.

“Excuse me? What are you talking about?”

“?”

We stared at each other blankly before suddenly realizing.

That’s right. I hadn’t yet told him that I had returned from Illniput after accomplishing so many things. He must have been worried about the work that had piled up.

“My, Bishop. While I was in Illniput, I also took care of all the things that needed to be paid for.”

“Oh, I see.”

“I also instructed the staff there that you would be staying here for the time being, and that they should send a letter if there were any really important matters. You can relax here for a while without having to worry about going anywhere.”

“If you were my blood relative, I might have shed some tears right now.”

Men’t cry easily. Bishop Ganista, a man with such an old-fashioned way of thinking, began to shake his shoulders without crying or making a sound.

I also felt like crying.

He must have still remembered the time I had casually said that he was like a grandfather to me. I tried to comfort the Bishop, who was regretting that we were not related by blood, by saying that our current relationship was also very precious.

“I am glad that we are not related by blood. Otherwise, we would not have been able to meet as clergy and form such a strong bond.”

“Hohoho…cough, cough!”

“B, Bishop!”

My heart warmed as I watched Karina rush over to Bishop Ganista, who was coughing as if he were about to die, and pat him on the back.

Now that Karina, who was like a granddaughter to him, would be here to assist him, he would be able to relax. He would never leave Karina alone, so he would be staying here for a while.

Poros, the embezzling priest who acted as the leader of the entourage, added a comment to this beautiful sight.

“Your Grace, how long do you plan to keep using me?”

It seems that the worries of a father about job instability are the same, whether on Earth or in another world.

“When have I ever used you? The Starlight of Inertia is the one who is using you.”

“What do you mean by that…?”

“When you have no more use for me, it will not be I but the Starlight of Providence who calls you.”

As I said this to myself, I realized that I was speaking like a priest.

From the moment Poros listened to me, he kept on murmuring and mumbling, as if he was deeply contemplating my words. His demeanor reminded me of a story my pastor’s son told me back when I was on Earth.

[The church is a family bound by faith. You have to emphasize and impress upon them that they are family.]

[Why?]

[Because family is often more forgiving, even when you treat them like sh*t.]

We are,

Family.

***

And so, having settled the church matters for the time being, I headed straight for the Fortress of Poros.

I intended to take a look around the scenery since I had finally returned, but I realized that all my senses were focused on the invasion from the Otherworld, so I simply spurred my horse on. Of course, I was not the only one galloping along the road.

Knights and lords clad in armor, each leading a small retinue, were also heading towards the fortress. They were so densely packed that it reminded me of the traffic during the Chuseok holiday.

Thanks to this, I learned that King Athelstan had taken this matter very seriously and had issued a summons to all his vassals.

How could I possibly make my way through this situation?

The answer lay in the pre-modern social structure.

“Bishop Narva, the Vicar of Poros Diocese! Make way!”

As soon as the herald hanging from the saddle inspired, the procession parted like the Red Sea, leaving a deep impression on me. Even an ambulance with its sirens blaring would not have cleared a path as cleanly.

I slipped through the gap with a smile. It was worth it to bring only the herald to enter as quickly as possible.

However, despite all my efforts, I failed to be the first to enter and wait.

“Oh, Narva. I heard the news! Did you really kick the asses of those damn heretics?”

Our reliable second brother, Terver, was already there with his knights.