Civil War – Saint Eris (2)
Things proceeded smoothly as Eris decided to accept my support.
I went straight to the Count of Anjou, the owner of this estate, revealed my identity, introduced Eris as my sponsor, and rented a private house. From then on, the residents of the estate flocked like a cloud without Eris having to go from house to house.
As the treatment of the sick progressed, the sick were moved to another village and the next 15 days passed.
“I thought I was going to die because I was hungry…”
I chuckled as I looked at Eris, who was drooping and whining.
Eris’ divine power is at an incredible level, but it seems to consume a lot of her energy to use it.
That’s probably why he’s such a glutton that you wouldn’t even imagine it just by looking at his appearance.
“Ah, why can’t I fill my stomach with my own strength? “If this is really ‘divine power,’ then isn’t God more incompetent than we think?”
“Is it okay to say something like that while using divine power?”
“It seems like it’s okay to see that it’s not decreasing. After all, the name divine power was given by the Church of Light, right? Actually, I just think of it as a prayer. “I have a strong feeling that I don’t want to get sick.”
“I don’t have divine powers, so I’m not sure…” When
I trailed off, Eris took another sip.
“Isn’t it strange if God is such a petty being that he holds a grudge against his child for saying something regrettable?”
“…It’s all good, but I hope you’ll be a little more self-respect when you meet priests later.”
Strangely enough, this princess who is praised as a saint has absolutely no faith.
To be honest, I feel like I’m going to lose all my faith when I see people talking like that while spewing out miracles that cure all the sick who are flocking in like clouds.
I sighed softly, took out the skewers with pheasant meat from the fire, examined them, and handed the ones that were reasonably well cooked to Eris.
“It’s hot, so be careful.”
“Wow, thank you!”
Eris blew on the hot pheasant meat, swirled it around, took a bite, and smiled happily.
As I handed each skewer one by one as it was cooked, Eris, who had been eating it, swallowed the meat and opened her mouth.
“You really didn’t say anything about going to the Marquis’ territory until the end.”
To be honest, I wasn’t really nervous.
Although the plague is ongoing and I have dealt with it, it is also true that I want to help my subjects in the Marquisate more than the residents here.
I’m also worried about Baron Dumont, who is anxious and making a fuss.
However, the opponent is a princess.
She is hiding it now, and she has never revealed it before her return, but since she is involved with me, it is inevitable that she and other nobles will come into contact someday.
Although I received acceptance from Eris, I am still just a sponsor with good terms.
If the revolution breaks out, it will be a truly chaotic time. In that case, I can only be a reliable comrade if she thinks she can completely trust me.
“If you don’t keep your promise from the beginning, there won’t be much to see after that.”
After answering that question, I also took a bite of pheasant meat.
It’s delicious.
I swallowed it, feeling the taste and scent of the meat spreading in my mouth, then looked back at Eris and opened my mouth again.
“Besides, didn’t you make sure you did the job? Count Anjou’s favor will definitely be helpful later.”
Eris made it clear that she was under the support of the Marquis de Lafayette and cured the youngest son of the Count of Anjou who was suffering from a plague.
The Count of Anjou offered to reward him for treating his son and his subjects, but Eris decided to use the money to buy food and distribute it to the subjects of the county in the name of the Marquis de Lafayette and the Count of Anjou.
At least the names of Eris and Lafayette must have been deeply engraved on the residents of this area.
Moreover, the Count of Anjou seemed to like the sight of the people being happy and praising the Count, so he promised to provide me with help when I needed it.
To be honest, I didn’t have a very good opinion of the Count of Anjou, who left his territory half-neglected during the plague, but he didn’t seem to be a very bad person.
Or, even though he is an extremely ordinary nobleman by the standards of the Kingdom of Franzia, he is acting like that because he was unconsciously influenced by Eris.
“If Marquis So had not claimed to be my supporter, I would have had a much harder time working than I do now. “I can’t just go to the count’s house and gain their trust on my own.”
Although Eris was praised as a saint by saving a region from a plague and influencing the earl, she responded lightly and devoted herself to eating pheasant meat.
Maybe she doesn’t really like being praised as a saint.
Then the door opened and Gaston and Frank returned.
Perhaps because of the knight’s unique spirit of victory, he went out to spar.
I tried to follow along to see the sights, but I was caught by Eris, who was whining that the sun was still strong and that she was hungry.
“I lost. I was confident in my own skills, but Sir Gaston’s skills are amazing.”
“Oh…”
Eris lightly admired Frank’s words, which were usually reticent, and I just chuckled.
Gaston was probably one of the greatest knights in the kingdom, and Frank was already middle-aged and past his prime, so the result was expected.
however.
“no. “If it had been a real fight, I might have lost.”
I was quite surprised by Gaston’s words.
That honest and loyal knight doesn’t have the tact to say empty words out of politeness. If he is, then he really is.
A knight who has probably been protecting the princess ever since she disappeared from the capital. I expected his skills to be outstanding, but he may be bigger than I thought.
To be honest, I thought he was quiet, didn’t have much presence, and was just a bonus for being a princess… As
I was looking at Frank in worry, Eris lightly clapped her hands and made a noise.
“Then the plague in this area has almost been resolved.”
The girl who made us stay in the south for a long time says with a bright smile.
“Let’s go to the marquis’ territory, Marquis So.”
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Since there were only four people in the group, it was easy to get ready and leave.
Although there was an incident in the middle that stopped the Count of Anjou from holding a farewell banquet, we obtained horses for Eris and Frank to ride from the Count and set off for the Marquis’ territory.
To be considerate of Eris, who was having a hard time under the scorching sun even though she was wrapped tightly, we started moving around during the night around sunset and rested during the day.
Unlike when Gaston and I came alone, the trip back wasn’t boring thanks to Eris, who was very talented and chattered non-stop.
However, just before arriving at the Marquis’ Territory.
We witnessed villages along the way being looted.
“Plunder already?”
The plague seems to have calmed down to some extent while we were in the south, but that doesn’t mean we were looted before the scars of the plague were even gone.
Was it really urgent?
There are about 50 soldiers, but only three appear to be knights.
Unlike the previous raid on the army of Count Mirbeau in the Marquis’ territory, the village is located in a plain area.
A surprise sniper attack with a bow will be difficult, and those who are currently busy looting will soon discover us.
I quietly assessed our strength and made a decision.
“Turn around and pass by.”
But Eris objected.
“Are you just going to leave these innocent people who can’t resist?”
“This is not the Marquis’ territory, so I have no obligation to protect it, and our number of people is too small, so it’s dangerous.”
Eris looked at the village filled with screams for a moment, then turned her head to look at me again.
“Is it a political issue for the Marquis to come forward here?”
This is the territory of Count Lionel, a member of the 1st Prince faction, so the army being plundered is probably a member of the 2nd Prince faction.
If you step forward here, you will be helping the ally defend their territory, so the justification is sufficient, and you can probably expect the earl’s gratitude as well.
“…no.”
“Then, Marquis So and the two knights are weaker than the ragtag group of knights and half-baked knights who are plundering in the rear?”
“…Probably not. But there are many soldiers and three knights. “If a fight breaks out, we may not have the power to protect you.”
Eris did not agree.
“I can fight too. At least I’ll try not to get in your way. “Please help them if you can.”
“Eris, I want to avoid you from getting hurt, even if it’s just for the sake of it.”
It’s true that it’s a pity for the residents who are being looted, but we can’t let the princess take risks.
It’s frustrating that Frank, who should be in a position to stop her before anyone else, is just listening to our conversation.
“Marquis de Minor, people will die someday. Me and the Marquis. “Do you think the value of that one person who might get hurt if we come forward now is higher than the value of the countless people who will die or get hurt if we don’t come forward now?”
The personal value of the princess, who may die or be hurt by many people.
While we were arguing, I saw a soldier who had discovered us in the village far away and was reporting to the driver.
“I don’t think so. Those who are suffering due to lack of power are simply in that situation because they were born as commoners or did not have opportunities. “Didn’t you think that the kingdom needed change?”
Gaston is watching Eris and I, but he is holding his sword sheath tightly as if he wants to jump in there right away.
A knight who was born as an unlucky commoner and was never given a chance despite his great talent, awaits my orders.
I quietly looked at the girl dyed red by the setting sun.
“He said he wanted to gain public support through me. To the Marquis So, those who are suffering there right now are just objects to be looked after from above when he can afford it, and are you the kind of person who doesn’t mind dying as much as you want to protect those who are valuable to the Marquis So?”
The girl’s purple eyes visible through the veil are gently but desperately persuading me.
On top of Eris’ voice.
-Marquis So, you nobles are blue blood.
The mocking voice heard at the guillotine was overshadowed.
iced coffee.
is it.
Even though I had Gaston as my person, was I still looking down on them?
In the end, even showing mercy and being good to the common people was for me to survive the revolution.
Eris is also important to me as a saint and princess, so I am trying to protect it like this.
The Marquis judged everyone, even his family, solely on the basis of whether or not they were valuable materials to satisfy his own greatness and vanity.
How much I despised him for not seeing people as people but as tools for his own use.
Even though I said I wouldn’t be like him, did I only measure their worth?
“Please, Marquis So. “I’m here because I don’t want to feel like I’m ignoring people I could save.”
Even though she could have stayed in hiding as a fugitive, the plea of the girl who went out of her way to save people and was praised as a saint, but was eventually dragged to the guillotine as a princess, pierced my heart.
I realized the difference between her and I, who both died on the same guillotine just one day apart.
The moment I realized that, for the first time, I drew my sword not according to my own plan to survive the revolution, but to respond to one man’s heart.
As if they had been waiting, Gaston and Frank drew their swords and laughed a little.
“I will definitely collect this debt, Eris.”
“Anything I can do to help.”
The girl’s extremely happy voice seemed to push the horse’s back, kicking the horse’s buttocks.
From the moment I returned, my mind, which had been constantly moving and calculating which choice would be helpful to me, went blank.
It doesn’t matter whether she is a saint or a princess.
It doesn’t matter whether the people I’m saving now will help me or not.
What are you saying that we can change by turning our eyes away from the absurdities that can be prevented right now?
Gaston and Frank are on either side, and the light coming from Eris warmly seeps into my body.
While the enemy soldiers who were busy plundering were busy gathering, the knights and cavalry approached here first.
I am familiar with the enemy’s emblem that is rapidly approaching.
…Crest of Count Mirbeau.
Oh, you’re out of luck. I’m a little sorry about this.
What should I do?
I smiled involuntarily as I felt the power overflowing from Eris’ blessing.
I don’t think I’ll ever lose.
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