32 – 6. Miracle!
People used to praise Raven for being just and honorable.
He sometimes says strange things, but other than that, his private life is flawless.
The reason why I did not give up my habit of speaking even though I knew this reputation was as follows.
It was a kind of defense mechanism that Raven had.
It was a pride that he came from a place without the barbarism of this medieval fantasy world, and it was also a task of recalling modern memories to avoid being tainted by that barbarism.
At the same time, it was a way of missing a hometown that only remained in memory and did not exist.
It was to erase the loneliness of being a stranger in an era with a way of thinking that could not be understood alone.
There was a thought that came to me often because of this loneliness.
You won’t be understood anyway, so it would be better if you just give up satisfying your meager sense of justice. And wouldn’t it be a little easier if I acted like everyone else?
“But it’s none of our business.”
These words spoken to Lisia had such meaning.
So, what Raven felt when she saw that the girl made a better choice than herself was relief.
Lysia was proof that morality and goodness exist even in such a dark world, and at the same time, it meant that a life lived for them can be understood.
“Okay, then let’s go.”
Therefore, the moment this fact was confirmed, Raven was able to readily accept the girl’s request.
Because I had a glimpse of hope, it was worth hoping for at least once more.
*****
Licia’s safety issue, which was the most problematic, has been resolved.
The cause of taking back the city from the thieves is honorable enough and can make a lot of money. There was no reason not to go to Villach.
However, rather than practical issues, it was a moment when more thoughts complicated her mind.
Why did I first want to become a knight?
Because it was cool, because I thought I would make good money, and because it was romantic in a medieval fantasy world where it was difficult to dream of becoming a wizard.
So, I defended a village against the bandits from before.
It was an unavoidable situation, and in the process, I had to protect my pride and reputation as a knight.
Then why on earth did I continue to live as a servant even after realizing the truth and reality of the article?
Because I had trained as a knight, even if only for a short time, it was okay to become a guard, and if not, since I had enough strength, I could learn farming, even if it was too late. No lord would turn down a free man who asked to become a serf.
But I didn’t do that. Instead, I sought the answer from Master.
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It was an old memory. How long has it been since I started working as a squire? It’s enough time to find out how the world works.
Innocent people dying under the invasion of barbarians and pagans.
More than anything, I told my teacher when I saw knights who left those people behind and took more of the protection money from those who survived after receiving the promised compensation.
“The world is so f*cked up, Master.”
“It’s nice to see you as usual, huh?”
“It’s not what I expected. Therefore… “I thought it would be better than this, even if it wasn’t full of dreams and hopes.”
“So what are you asking me to do? Shall I break the other arm too?”
After beating up those gangster knights, Master, who had broken one of his arms and was resting in the church, waved his good arm.
At this time of year, I had arbitrary expectations of this world and was equally arbitrary and disappointed.
It is a medieval fantasy world. The world I had seen many times in my past life.
But the reality is that everywhere the heavens and earth smell of dirt and blood. Where are the romance, adventure, chivalry, and status windows?
Is there such a thing as a third life? If I die here, what happens next? Will I be born in a cyberpunk world? And will he have the talent to live as a munchkin there?
I said, trying to chase away the meaningless thoughts that came to mind one by one as I was mentally exhausted.
“… Rather, can’t all injustice in the world be eliminated?”
“What, salvation? If that happens, will I become a saint, or rather, a god?”
“This is blasphemous. There is a subtitle outside-“
“What a bountiful harvest. Since when were you so faithful? If the world sucks, stop whining and solve the problems in front of you first. “Everyone knows that the world is like this anyway, so if it fails, will it be your fault?”
“… ….”
“This is a world where it is rare to lend a hand in the face of difficult times. “It’s a dark time.”
“Then what should I do…” ….”
“I told you so. Hit it first. I thought about it when it hit me. After all, isn’t the term “Knight” A generic term for people who only know about ignorant charging? “If you succeed, that’s salvation. If you fail, a curse or two is enough.”
There is a law, but it is not enforced. There is order, but even if I follow it, others do not follow it. So the world became unreasonable and cruel.
I hated that. I was dissatisfied with the fact that the opportunity for a second life that I had gained was in this form, and I wanted to overcome it with confidence and just throw it away.
“If you want to receive the salvation you cry out for so vainly in the church, try pulling others out of the pit first. “I can’t go so far as to tell everyone to do that, at least not when it comes to injustice happening right before your eyes.”
“… Then.”
Did you say, “Then you too will be saved soon?” I studied theology a bit when I was young, right? “After a while, they put it aside, but once they learned it, they said it was okay.”
Master was growing old, with wrinkles forming around his once smooth eyes. And not just his arms, but his entire body had small wounds, giving him a shabby appearance.
Nevertheless, I knew that he acted with chivalry in his heart, something that only appears in poetry and novels in this world, something that everyone longs for but has only a superficial appearance.
He was definitely a person who could be called just.
So, when Nabulaengi, an orphan who had nothing, asked to be his squire, he would have readily agreed.
The song the storyteller was singing when I was running out of Bolle was like that.
Respect and help the weak. Maintain honesty, integrity, and honor. And to fight for a just cause without turning your back on the enemy.
In this way, we must embrace tolerance and mercy and remain as human beings and not as simpletons.
Even when compared to modern times, there were things that did not fade and were more worth protecting in a time when even the concept of human rights did not exist. I wanted to protect it and chose to remain as a knight.
If it weren’t for him, I felt like I, a stranger to my time, would be nothing.
And when I forgot that, I felt like I would end up turning into the same kind of knights that made me disappointed in the medieval fantasy world I was looking forward to.
And I kept it.
In order to get ahead, he only dreamed of acquiring his own territory and becoming rich in real estate.
Weren’t they trying hard to get the most loot from the most prominent battlefield?
It was my second time in life, and since there was no status window, my first target was magic.
However, since my learning was poor and I could not even get into magic, the next thing I aimed for was a miracle. I thought that if it were a second life, there might be something special about it, such as talent or hidden lineage.
And I know why it didn’t come down to me, who closed my eyes like a saint and prayed for a miracle to come down.
That can’t be true unless God’s eyes are knotholes.
Just as I did on the battlefield in the past, Lisia would have seen countless deaths before her eyes. She
She And she must have felt similar emotions to me. Pity, regret, dissatisfaction with the world, etc.
But the girl came to a different conclusion than I did.
There is a child here who is more suitable than me, but if you want me to cause a miracle, you must be a thief.
Lycia erased all signs of anxiety about being rejected and smiled brightly.
The idea of helping because it was something I could do was the hardest thing to actually do. Is this really a saint?
It was different from me, who believed that what was called modern morality and ethics was just getting paid and going your own way.
I knew from a young age that behind each number of casualties counted after a battle, there was a person’s life intact.
Even in this medieval fantasy world, it is not unknown that violence is bad and peace is good.
If you have a brain, you can understand that the value of sharing and giving without expecting anything in return is noble. This is because, no matter how you call it medieval or fantasy, it is ultimately a place where people live.
Maybe I was the one practicing what was said to be the ‘barbaric’ customs of the Middle Ages.
I would have ignored that fact for a long time.
… Good. I am now mentally mature.
This medieval fantasy world failed to align my mind with the average knight!
“If what I heard from the priest is correct, reinforcements gathered from around us will soon gather. “Let’s join there.”
“… Yes!”
I left the girl at church for a while and went out into the streets again.
*****
The priest scratched his little head and thought about throwing it all away.
It was hard to believe that there were so many apocalypseists in this small city. Less than half a day after the rumor spread, there were so many people screaming that it was the end.
Pessimism is inherently more powerful than optimism. Isn’t it more stimulating to hear that a meteorite will fall and wipe out all life on the Earth’s surface than to hear that the future will be full of good things?
The human heart is shaken like a reed by bad and provocative news.
In the end, the priest was freed from the mental stress that was eating him up and remembered his main job.
I had to appease people. He had a duty to reassure people that reinforcements were on the way and that faithful people would be gathered to help.
Mercy, tolerance, love, generosity… I gathered my spirit by repeating in my mind the most noble values given by God.
So today the priest lifted his heavy butt off his seat and went out into the street.
“I will save Villach!”
“?”
“This glow-in-the-dark sword Raven! Definitely from those wicked and corrupt thieves!”
“What…” ….”
The first thing I encountered was a knight who had seemed like he was about to run away just a moment ago, and was talking about the exact opposite in the square.
The priest did not have his head turned well.
I knew well that knights were very fickle people, but how could their attitude change so much in less than half a day?
In the end, the priest gave up thinking.