So the Medieval Age Has a Split Inheritance System…

Translator: Tsukii

Editor: Ai

Read at Watashi wa Sugoi Desu!

Chapter 70 – Rebellion

As I proceeded with religious reforms in the newly acquired Klaus, Dismore, and Upper Terrence duchies, the believers of the Knut religion joined hands in rebellion. I felt little regret about it — it was rather natural. Roughly 10,000 peasants rebelled and clashed with the believers of the Palpal religion, but they were being suppressed in various places.

Fortunately, the Palpal believers in the Deal Kingdom formed a group of their own accord, formed an army, and dealt with the rebels. What the heck were they doing? Some of the Palpal religion believers had completely turned into anti-religious activists. I left them alone since it was convenient at the moment, but they might turn troublesome in the future.

The interesting thing about the war was, despite the clash of tens of thousands of people, both sides were almost exclusively composed of peasants. Of course, there was no way the nation wouldn’t interfere, and I heard that the first division I sent out doled out something similar to a massacre. The group of slave soldiers with cannons, guns, and crossbows was obviously stronger than the group with nothing but untrained peasants.

The peasant group who rose to protect the Knut religion ended up dying in battle, and large sums of money were paid to the believers of the Palpal religion who participated in the war. Such was the doctrine of the religion, so it couldn’t be helped. That said, the funds were the rebels’ confiscated assets. In short, I still ended up profiting after expropriating their lands, houses, clothing, and even their shoes.

In the first place, the confiscation was solely a show of power. But the faction that “grants forgiveness after converting to Palpal” and the faction that “gives forgiveness to families of the fallen just because they converted is absurd and unforgivable” caused another conflict, especially in the Upper Terrence duchy. There were even more deaths. Most of them were Knut believers, so my wallets didn’t hurt that much. If they weren’t under my care, it wasn’t my problem if they died.

By the way, since the Deal Kingdom adopted the Palpal religion as the state religion and granted no freedom in religion, non-believers weren’t considered citizens. On the other hand, believers were registered citizens and given preferential treatment on their taxes. Somehow, the way people looked at me was no longer how they looked at a fellow human — probably because they feared me too much.

The Knut religion was similar. They directed killing intent toward people of other religions after all. It wasn’t a religion that swept the world for hundreds of years for nothing. The number of Knut believers killed by Palpal believers was still less compared to the people of other religions killed by Knut believers.

Tyranny like that, in every sort of age and place, had tales that ended in assassination or tragedy, but I didn’t really think that it’d happen to me. To be precise, I don’t think anyone could kill me. In the first place, this world revered a strong king. Be it the portraits of the past emperors of the Carling Empire or the heads of the Klaus family, though it might be portrayed exaggeratedly, all of them had very good physiques.

The caste system had existed since time immemorial, but people of ancient times decided on their leader through might. The mighty would prosper, subjugate neighboring powers, and turn into nations. The thing I was doing now was an extension of that, so it was taking a step backward in eras.

Today, I disguised myself and toured the Klaus duchy, now my territory, and its core, the Klaus county. The region still had Knut believers because of Wagner. It seemed like a lot of money was passed to the clergy, so the religious people were relatively energetic.

When I went to the market, there was an unmotivated security guard and a statue of the goddess Knut. There were plenty of statues like this all over the place where she was originally worshiped, but it was a waste to just destroy them, so I ordered that they be used as entrance mats to lure out Knut believers.

Naturally, the goddess statue was laid on its side. It had been stepped on so many times that the abstract part of its face had a broken nose. Wasn’t it dangerous to step on now? Ah, but I could just make people wear shoes when they did.

After I stomped on it several times, the security guard at the entrance let me in. How lax they were. The woman who was lined up behind me hesitated because she couldn’t step on the goddess statue. And to think there actually was someone who couldn’t get past this loose security.

The guard pushed the woman the moment she was found out to be a Knut believer. The people of this world were highly adaptable, or perhaps they just had a habit of following what their superior decided, so some already had thought that Knut believers weren’t citizens, so this kind of scene was common.

A child emerged from the woman’s shadow. He looked about five years old and was probably the woman’s son. Perhaps he was obedient because he stomped on the goddess statue when he was instructed to do so.

At that moment, the woman turned her killing intent towards the child and took out a small knife, probably for self-defense. The guard immediately caught her. Huh? For a moment, I thought that the child wasn’t the woman’s son after all, so I asked him, then he pointed at the woman and said, “She’s mom.”

… I felt like I got a glimpse of why children could be brainwashed so easily and why adults couldn’t.

Want early access to Cannon Fodder, Melancholy of the Demon Army Officer, and I Was a Man Before Reincarnating, So I Refuse a Reverse Harem? Support the translator on Patreon!

Want to Read Ahead? Support Us on Patreon!
Become a patron at Patreon!
Notify of
Inline Feedbacks
View all comments