A Wild Man Has Entered the Academy - Chapter 413



412 – The King (2)

Even if he is a hot-tempered Tatar in many ways, he will not pull out his tongue unless it is a serious insult.

But sometimes it can be more insulting to say something indirectly than to say it out loud.

The boundary between civilization and barbarism, and an ability close to a clever preemptive strike. Currently, Tatar is also gradually developing this point.

Hector is one of those living witnesses. As he travels abroad and conducts diplomacy, his speaking skills inevitably improve.

It’s not just the art of speaking. His political judgment has also improved significantly by skillfully using the situation.

Although I have wandered countless times because of my ‘identity’, there is no reason to wander anymore. I just have to fulfill my duties as a human being.

In that sense, it was also Hector’s calculation to hold the Bouar family and Uro accountable.

‘He will definitely lose. Therefore, he will apologize to me.’

Even before his identity was established, Hector’s plan was simple. First of all, it was certain that Uro would be beaten to death by Sivara.

You’ve been shouting for war, saying you need to make the greatness of the Tatars known, so by now everyone must be suffering.

Even some of the young heads of households who had been defending him could not help but keep their mouths shut after witnessing Shivar’s strength.

He even went one step further and engaged in a duel with Hector, so even if I had ten mouths, I would be speechless.

‘If you talk nonsense… then there’s nothing I can do.’

If Uro realizes that he is a frog in a well and asks for forgiveness, I will gladly forgive him.

If you get beat up so badly that you can’t come to your senses, then you’re just an idiot.

It has been said since ancient times that respect and courtesy come from violence, and Hector firmly believed in that saying.

There was a time when he was full of energy, but he was taught manners by someone’s sword and someone’s fist.

That’s why I’ve survived this far. Sometimes you need to hit the nail on the head.

“······your majesty.”

“Speak.”

“I can’t admit it.”

“··· ···”

But sometimes, there are people who are stubborn and not stubborn at all. Hector narrowed his eyes.

In front of him sits a mummy, wrapped in bandages all over her body. A chair has even been provided for her convenience.

At first glance, it looked like he was chastising a criminal rather than a subject, but this was in fact a palace.

As you can guess, the person who looked like a mummy was Uro who had been beaten by Shivar.

It’s outrageous that he says something like that after being so humiliated.

“What nonsense is the author talking about again······”

“You’re stubborn even though you ended up like that······”

Some of the heads of households clicked their tongues, perhaps with similar thoughts. Most of them were middle-aged.

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The younger heads of the household were watching the situation. They wanted to see what was being said, apart from the defense.

“ha.”

Hector sighed softly at the situation not going as expected.

It was a small sound, but everyone in the palace could hear it clearly.

The atmosphere became quiet in an instant with that sigh. Then Hector opened his mouth.

“Okay. What do you want to say? You’ll have to speak well this time.”

It was like a final warning. If you say anything weird, I’ll tear out your tongue.

Even before Kara was mentioned, Uro had already built up a stack of dislikes.

In order to make the Tatars’ status widely known, war is essential. Since the Tatars are strong, they will be able to win easily.

In fact, didn’t they just plunder neighboring countries before the unification of the tribes? Didn’t that notoriety spread to neighboring countries as well?

Why don’t they go to war when there are countries around them that tremble just from plundering?

At first glance, this seemed like the right thing to say, so quite a few young people agreed with it.

“Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you are the one who has suffered the most insults here.”

“Interest again······!”

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Just as one of the household members was about to burst into tears at Uro’s nonsense, Hector raised his hand to stop him.

Gaju swallowed his anger and stepped back. He couldn’t refuse even a simple gesture.

Finally, Hector nodded his head, keeping his expressionless face, as if asking her to say more.

“All the countries around us that boast of being civilized have three-inch tongues in their mouths.”

“Like you.”

“I will not deny it, but Your Majesty knows how wicked those three-inch tongues are and how they constantly spew insults.”

“I know very well.”

I know very well. It was a time when we had not yet established a proper diplomatic corps.

Originally, it was rare for the king to visit in person, and it was a very burdensome event for both sides.

However, the evil deeds committed by the Tatars were not only evil deeds, but for Hector, ‘survival’ was the biggest task.

How can we prevent that country from attacking the Tatars? How can we become friendly with that country?

Even if it were during the tribal period, the Tatars were in a very dangerous situation from the time of their founding.

No matter how strong Hector is, it is impossible to withstand attacks coming from all sides.

That is why, even though he was despised as a barbarian and was pricked by the thorns in his words, he endured steadfastly.

“By enduring that humiliation, you can develop patience and become stronger.”

“But if you just endure until the end, they will start to take you lightly. You will inevitably clash with them.”

“So you’re saying we should hit first? Whichever country it is.”

“Yes, that’s right······”

“On what grounds?”

Hector responded coldly. A heavy air began to flow through the palace.

Uro also read the mood and held back his words for a moment. Then, when everyone had dispersed a little, he opened his mouth.

“It’s for a good cause.”

“The cause······”

“Yes. Our people are strong when we are united. We must strike first before they strike first to achieve unity both internally and externally.”

In a way, it makes sense. Let’s strike first before they strike.

There is no need for a justification. If we unite the nation in the name of a just cause, it is entirely possible.

“Heh heh.”

Hector let out a hollow laugh, apparently speechless from the shock.

Those who had eaten a lot of jjambbong, especially the heads of families who had been through the war to unify the tribes, immediately noticed the meaning behind that empty laughter.

Hector’s unique habit that comes out just before he gets angry. If you do it wrong, it’s a sign that a storm will break out.

“The Bouwarts are right. Why should we be afraid?”

“With Your Majesty’s power and wisdom, we will surely win!”

“Empires only trembled when they plundered!”

However, young heads of households who were clueless and lacked social skills took this opportunity to express their opinions.

Naturally, those remarks were more than enough to irritate Hector.

Therefore, it is natural that the other heads of households are increasingly objecting.

“Haven’t you seen clearly? How strong the Academy students are!”

“If even the students at the academy can’t win, what kind of war is this? What kind of game do you think war is?”

The younger generation reacted violently to the opposition of those leaders.

“I don’t understand why you’re reacting that way. Are you afraid of dying?”

“What?”

“I asked if he was afraid of death. Didn’t he say that the Tatar warrior was not afraid of death?”

Certainly, that is what was taught. But apart from what was taught, death is a futile law.

Those who are full of spirit do not know how terrifying the fear of death is. That is why they boast about pride and such.

Of course, older warriors also harbor pride in their hearts. However, it was more like a kind of ‘self-defense’.

If you don’t have pride after witnessing so much death, you will lose the will to live.

Young people who had not experienced war were poking at the scars of the wounded without even knowing it.

And Hector was one of those who bore the scar.

“······What? You’d die for pride?”

“your majesty?”

“Say it again. Are you willing to die for pride and honor?”

Hector asked again in a low voice. The young heads of the household flinched at his question.

Because the aura coming from the green eyes was quite terrifying. However, if the king asked a question, you must answer.

Uro, who had been watching quietly, answered. He too seemed quite flustered, as his voice was trembling.

“Yes, Your Majesty. The proud warriors will die······”

“If you want to die so badly, why don’t you just hang yourself?”

The harsh criticism came back. It was not beating around the bush, it was direct.

Most of the heads of households, including Wooro, were taken aback by the criticism. They had no idea that someone would say something like that.

Hector looked at the heads of the households who had expressed their strong will with pitiful eyes. Then he asked.

“I ask you, do you know what it means to shed blood?”

“yes?”

“Don’t make me say it twice. I asked you what it meant to bleed.”

To shed blood. It’s an idiomatic expression, and everyone knows it.

A sacrifice involving life. It has a tragic meaning beyond the negative.

“Do you know why the Tatar people were united by shedding blood? The honor you spoke of? The pride? The belief? Ha!”

Hector said as if nothing had happened. There was a slight smile on his face.

But that smile slowly faded and soon turned into a fierce expression.

“No. We just fought to eat and live. Sand. Plague. Heat! Hunger!! Die for honor? Sacrifice for pride?! That’s ridiculous! When you die, there’s nothing! The dead leave, and only the living live on!”

A reprimand that was deeply rooted in his own experience. No one could object to that reprimand.

The young heads of households were overwhelmed by Hector’s momentum, and the other heads of households deeply sympathized with his words.

The values ​​of those who have experienced war and those who have not are bound to be different.

However, even if values ​​change, there are things that people need to live, at least for the minimum survival.

“Don’t you know how valuable it is to be able to shed sweat instead of blood? Even now, there are people outside who shed blood instead of sweat! Do you dare to insult their blood?”

“Your Majesty, we······”

“Does the widow fear death? Yes. The widow is afraid of death.”

The lords opened their eyes wide and looked at Hector at the terrifying bombshell statement. Hector was sitting proudly on his throne.

Even though he said he was afraid of death, he didn’t seem intimidated at all. Rather, he looked dignified because he was upright.

“I am afraid of the sorrow of those left behind. I am afraid of the people weeping while holding the corpses of their families. I am afraid of shedding more blood for revenge.”

“··· ···”

“That is why I bow down. If I bow down and sweat and the people do not shed blood, wouldn’t it be a better business?”

Don’t talk about blood when you don’t even bend your back or sweat. This is the direct advice contained in Hector’s words.

While some people accept that direct advice, others lack the wisdom to seek it out.

“However, Your Majesty, the people will not like to see You disgraced.”

“So, please don’t show me any swearing?”

“Imperials are rude.”

“We are not violent.”

Hector refuted without delay. He did not even respond to those who objected to his refutation.

That was true. It was already common knowledge that the Tatars were warlike.

It will take a long time to change that common sense. It will last at least an era.

“Stealing? Easy. Then what are we holding on for? To become dirty thieves? Is that what you call honor?”

“··· ···”

“Civilized people sweat, and barbarians bleed. But there are those who sweat neither. Do you know what they are called?”

Hector looked at Uro with cold eyes. Uro could not answer him.

Because both logic and momentum have already been taken away. It was a fate decided from the moment he lost to Shivar.

Hector then looked straight at Uro and said.

“helminth.”

A parasitic being that does nothing.

“A being that wants to have something without shedding blood or sweat is called a parasite.”