The dieval-Modern Man With A Gar Mindset 49
49. 3 Years, Flowing Ti
I learned in the military that ti is very relative.
Ti passes quickly when you are passionate or focused on sothing. It is especially easy to realize when you are a last-year corporal with D-100 days left until discharge. All your mind and concentration are focused on the discharge date, and all you can do is wait.
Ti passed slowly even if you tried to shirk your duties and avoid the eyes of the chief warrant officer or officers. Because you’re not really resting when you rest. Your heart is already outside the damn unit you’re in.
As I rolled around hiding in the warehouse, I finally had an epiphany and put it into practice.
“Hey, you slacker. What are you doing here? You should be out there working hard.”
“I ca out to work.”
“No. You should leave it to the guys downstairs. I’ll treat you like a sergeant, so don’t put in a complaint later. Just go over there and rest.”
“I really ca here to dig. If not, please give a sickle or a scythe to cut grass with.”
“Wow… You’re such a weirdo.”
Since I had no choice but to wait anyway, I might as well do sothing to pass the ti, or so I thought. Of course, the juniors who went to the front lines with didn’t understand easily.
“Sergeant, why are you working when you’re the highest-ranking officer?”
“Because I got tired of sucking on honey.”
“Wow… I want to suck on honey like you, Sergeant.”
“Just digging is the best. Sucking on honey will only make your discharge day co slower. Just don’t get hurt.”
Eventually, I ended up doing all sorts of chores, including cleaning the toilets in my later years, and I even received an offer to beco a professional sergeant. I turned it down in a heartbeat, but the moral of the story is that ti passes quickly when you’re doing sothing.
This was the reason my second adolescence flew by in a flash.
-Ti passed. The Starlight of Grace, or whatever, 1209, age thirteen.
“Narva. Recite the history that your first and last nas hold.”
Thanks to Edelred’s harsh teachings, I was able to morize the knowledge I had never known before.
“Narva is one of the nas of the saints who rose up against the Heretics when the Lux Stella descended. It’s a na of a local saint in the mainland, so it’s rare in the Dawn Archipelago. I think my mother must have missed the mainland … and didn’t give a mainland-style na. Or maybe she was honoring her hotown.”
The important thing is not the first na, but the last na.
I heard that even on Earth in the old days, the last na was a typical yardstick for distinguishing between commoners and nobles. The nobles of this world were the sa. For example, my na, Narva Orn Stregos Glerio Powys, can be explained as follows:
The first [Narva] is my first na, which has nothing to do with my last na. It’s just a na that parents, godparents, or godmothers give with aning. Although there is a division between nas that commoners often use and nas that noble society often uses, there is no major distinction.
Whether or not one is a real mber of the nobility was divided by the nas that followed.
[Orn] is a middle na with the sa concept as De or Von in dieval Earth. It roughly corresponds to ‘of’ when saying ‘of where and who.’ Originally, it was not a na that only nobles used, and so educated and cultured people called themselves [Orn].
Next, [Stregos] is a na given by the church in consideration of one’s contributions to the temple and the timing of one’s conversion. According to Edelred, this part shows how many achievents one has made in the temple and how quickly one has converted.
Let’s organize the nas distributed by the church for those who like to play ranking gas…
[Tribunus] for those families who converted imdiately after the descent of the Lux Stella and led the Grace’s uprising.
[Honorabilis] for those families who converted late but distinguished themselves by making remarkable achievents during the temple’s construction.
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[Magister] for those who impressed people and drove out heretics not through military achievents but through scholarship and doctrinal debate.
[Stregos] for those who drove out heretics using various ans and solidified the Lux Stella faith.
Of these, the most respected is [Tribunus], but all four of your nas are not easily given by the church, so they are said to be very rare. Of course, if you falsely claim to have one, you will be insulting the authority of the church and mocking the nobility, and the minimum punishnt is death.
So what is [Glerio]?
This is the na given to families who did not believe in the Lux Stella but rose up against the Heretics, or to those who converted to the Lux Stella faith belatedly and fought against the Heretics.
Families with the na [Glerio] can be seen as having had a deep influence on the local area even before the arrival of the church.
Finally, [Powys] is…
Just a place na.
I recited the knowledge I had learned while studying in a soft-spoken but clear manner. However, Edelred listened expressively for a long ti without any reaction.
Then, he twitched his eyebrows and asked, his eyes half-open.
“Is that really true?”
“Yes.”
“That’s right.”
“?”
Adelheid laughed as she closed the book after hearing my answer.
“If you had thought yourself lacking in education, you would have hesitated after losing your confidence there. It is fortunate that you have studied hard, Narba.”
“…”
Our nephew seed like he would have a difficult life. That was the vague feeling I had at that mont.
Of course, learning continued even after that.
-About 1210, when the Starlight of Ince was fourteen years old.
I was sweating as I faced Terbear, who was ruthlessly wielding a wooden sword against a young child.
“Knights do not run away!”
He was saying knightly things that almost sounded brainless.
“Because behind a knight’s back are the weak who cannot protect themselves!”
“T, Terbear-nim. I think I’m that weakling…!”
Just looking at the thickness of the lump that had appeared on his upper arm, it was obvious who was weak. I made a very logical and rational argunt, but my opponent was Terbear. He was a knight among knights, who lived and died by passion and romance.
“Narba! What kind of weak words are those!!!!”
And Terbear never tolerated the words ‘I beg you’. Here, he even distinguished between ‘gongsa’ and ‘kongsah’. He was rciless even when the one who begged him was his beloved youngest sibling.
Rather, his eyes turned bloodshot as if he disliked the attitude of appealing to the feelings of blood relatives.
And then, finally.
Bang-bang-.
A piercing sound that was much more creepy than a wasp buzzing by my ear started to hit my eardrums. I received a much heavier blow with the wooden sword than before and cursed inwardly.
Really, just inwardly.
This… damn it….
“Knights and nobles fight on behalf of serfs and tenant farrs! Warriors who fight on behalf of those who are afraid to fight! Just as priests are called those who represent God, we represent the weak and powerless! Those who cannot protect themselves!! !”
“Ugh, eek.”
“Knights are their armor and swords! We beco cruel on their behalf, and we bear the guilt on their behalf. We believe that by killing one, we can save dozens, and by killing dozens, we can protect hundreds of lives!”
“Ugh…”
The Stigmata originally gives strength beyond one’s specs, but it does not help one overco an overwhelming difference in strength without training. My defense, which was slowly crumbling before Terbear’s fierce attacks, was proof of that.
“Do not show weakness, Narba! Arm yourself with honor and chivalry! Unless you want to beco a good-for-nothing who just swings a sword without conviction or faith!!!!”
“I… Bishop…”
“A priest who diates between God and man!!!! If such a priest says he will represent God but not man, what nonsense is that!!!!”
Terbear had no answer. He was the kind of person who was determined to make a knight, no matter what excuses I ca up with. He was a truly pre-modern knight who would respond to a single rebuttal with multiple beatings.
Rather, it felt like Terbear had evolved into a more disgusting person thanks to Adelheid’s clumsy teachings.
If I ever went back to the present, I vowed not to even look at dia featuring knights.
I wanted to burn all knightly romances and chivalry and everything.
Anyway, after the brainwashing disguised as training was over, I was rolling around on the dirt floor of the training ground. Terbear brought a leather bag full of water after putting away his wooden sword.
“Narba. You said you didn’t want to train as a knight because you were a bishop.”
“…”
“But the pagans will not treat you well just because you are a bishop. And neither will the wicked or the opportunistic.”
I raised my upper body and took the leather bag. It was so cold that dew had ford on it.
As I quietly untied the string and poured the cold water inside over my head, Terbear brushed the dirt off his pants and said in passing,
“I hope you can at least hold out until I co to your rescue.”
Whew.
Letting out a deep sigh, I rose to my feet once more.
“Brother, since you have put away your wooden sword, let’s spar instead.”
“….Of course! Narba, I knew you would say sothing like that!!!”
-Year 1211 of the Human Era, age fifteen.
Having been pushed around between my two older brothers, I was now starting to get chewed out by the Bishop of Illeniput, Ganista. He had personally co all the way to Powys to hand a few thick books.
I asked him bluntly.
“Bishop, I thought that if I were to beco a bishop, I wouldn’t need to study.”
“Ho ho ho. You don’t need to study. This old man is not forcing you. Even if you don’t beco a bishop, it wouldn’t be a big deal for the church.”
Bishop Ganista said as he tapped his monocle with his index finger.
“However, if you yourself want to take the initiative to do sothing, you should do it yourself rather than leaving it to soone else. If soone else does it, it’s their work, not yours. Of course, one could argue that all you have to do is assign the right people to the right places.”
He said, taking the words right out of my mouth.
“But how do you know if that person is truly an expert, a capable individual? By listening to what others say and making a vague decision? Is that what you consider assigning the right people to the right places?”
“…”
“It goes without saying, but…rather than considering all that, it’s much easier to live as a puppet, a straw man. You can just live off of the scraps that others give you. Many people don’t realize that they are just pets being raised, whining for more pocket money until they are slaughtered.”
The bishop said, raising the back of his hand.
“By the way, I’ll let you know now, I am bound by an oath of honesty.”
Treat honest people with honesty. I decided to live by those words.
“Bishop, your personality is quite foul.”
“Ho ho ho, I see that the bishop-designate has also taken an oath of honesty.”
At the very least, I didn’t want to live a life where I received pocket money. I should be the one making the budget and having fun. I couldn’t stand the idea of living off of the money others gave and having to watch my every step. Besides, considering the inheritance I received from King Aethelstan, I had to work anyway.
The saying “crying while eating mustard” suddenly ca to mind.
I let out a sigh as I looked at the many books the bishop had given .
Bishop Ganista smiled contentedly at the sight.
“Bishop-designate, never rely on others. If you love and care for soone, you should protect them, not be protected by them.”
“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”
“Those who cannot protect themselves cannot do anything. You should not only pursue strength, but neglecting strength will also co back to bite you. In any case, continue to build your strength. This old man advises you to do so.”
It seems that the bishop was worried about my peaceful and gentle nature. Only then was I able to laugh, realizing the aning behind Bishop Ganista’s barbed words.
“I am a bit of a softie, aren’t I?”
“Ho ho ho.”
I could guess what he was thinking after hearing about the oath of honesty.
…He probably thinks I’ll spill the beans even if I’m about to die.
***
The Holy City of Ideas.
The city that bears the alias of being the place where the Human Era began, and the most prosperous place in the Human Era. Idea was where the papal state was located, and countless organizations were established there, giving it a dignified and pious feel. However, if one were to venture into the back alleys, one would encounter a sowhat shabby and decadent atmosphere.
Church spires could be seen everywhere, but that was all.
Even in the most pious and prosperous city, poverty and destitution spread like mold, and even among churches, there were those that were lavishly decorated and those that were falling apart.
However, just because a place is stained does not an it is dirty or vulgar.
In a small church located in an alleyway where people with sharp eyes wandered, there was a girl sitting on the altar, swinging her legs.
“Tee hee~.”
Her humble and puffy clothes were reminiscent of a nun’s habit at first glance.
However, the platinum blonde hair that flowed down to her waist and her sweet, elegant voice combined to make her charming. Her round eyes under long eyelashes would brighten up her surroundings when she smiled.
Before long, people began to gather despite her simple humming without any particular lody. If no one had interrupted, the church might have been packed.
However, the people who had gathered in front of the church were forced to disperse.
In the end, when the girl opened her eyes, there was no one in the church.
“Oh?”
“Don’t be so shaless.”
“I’m just looking for a friend.”
“Are you referring to a peer who has received the Stigmata?”
The cause was the n in purple shoulder mantles. They were priests belonging to the Holy See’s Filmocracy. They were in charge of persuading people with their extensive knowledge and rhetoric rather than force.
They sighed as they looked at the girl who was smiling happily on the altar.
“I told you that it is very rare for Lux Stella to grant the Stigmata.”
“But~.”
“It’s not a ‘but’.”
“But I heard there was a child who received the Stigmata at the age of twelve in the Frontier Islands.”
“Not the Frontier Islands, but the Islands of Dawn. And that person is already approaching the age of sixteen… and has even served as a Bishop. Be careful with your words.”
The girl stuck out her tongue at his words and raised the back of her hand.
A bright blue cross.
It was proof of Lux Stella’s favor.
“Tch. I received it too.”
“…”
“I’m stuck here, playing around~. While she’s running around as a Bishop.”
“The Bishop and the Bishop’s aide… are by no ans positions to play around with. There’s a reason why the application rate is low.”
“I don’t know about that. I’ll never know unless I try.”
The priests, who were still arguing with the girl, began to look at each other.
“Are you really going to let her do it?”
“What cri have the Stigmata-less bishops committed?”
“Well… shouldn’t we send her as a deacon? If she does a good job as a bishop even once, she won’t be able to say things like that.”
“That’s a tempting offer.”
Whispering, muttering.
The more the priests talked, the more their minds began to change.
“But where do we send her?”
“It’s a bit harsh to make her suffer too much… For now, let’s ask His Holiness to send her to a place that’s relatively close.”
“Hmm. Wouldn’t it be counterproductive if we sent her to a stable place? If it’s nothing special, we can crush her even more. If we’re going to send her, we should definitely send her to a difficult place.”
The priests had already decided where they wanted to send her.
The girl stopped swinging her legs on the altar and instead smiled and opened her mouth.
“If I’m going on a Bishop observation, there is a place I’d like to go.”
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