A Wild Man Has Entered the Academy - Chapter 414



413 – The King (3)

What is the worst curse word not only in Tatar but in most countries?

Although it varies from country to country, from language to language, the worst swear words tend to boil down to one thing.

[That parasite-like guy]

One word parasite is a bigger insult than 100 random swear words.

This also has a lot to do with religion, as it is an insult that openly insults none other than the Goddess of Life, Gaia.

What kind of being is a parasite? Aren’t they beings that can sustain their own lives by clinging to other living beings?

And in this world, there is only one species that can survive by clinging to other life forms: the ‘Devils’.

The ultimate insult that denies the meaning of life and even insults personality and divinity.

Even the most mature gentleman often makes a life-or-death decision when he receives such insults.

That’s why most countries don’t use the word parasite carelessly and try to ‘purify’ it as much as possible.

Mosquitoes, worms, flies, ticks, etc. Some even say that they are spine breakers, which are cleverly changed to the point of being domesticated.

Sometimes, some people will wonder, isn’t it true that life can only survive by putting other life into its mouth?

Parasites are the same, so why is that the worst curse word? In a way, that may sound right.

Scholars also had doubts about this part, but ultimately they assumed that it was because it had a strong connection to the ‘devil’.

As a rule, we should avoid using the word parasite directly as much as possible.

“W-Wha, parasite······? Did you say parasite······?”

Therefore, even the Uro who received a lot of insults could not hide his embarrassment.

Calling them parasites means that they will not be treated as living beings before they are humans.

It was something closer to being worse than livestock and beyond an insult to one’s personality.

“Why is that? A being that only eats without shedding blood or sweat. What do you think is wrong with calling that being a parasite?”

“Ha, Haona, Your Majesty······!”

“Enough. I don’t want to hear any more. I gave you a chance, but it seems you still don’t realize what went wrong.”

Hector waved his hand as if he didn’t want to hear any more. This was effectively a death sentence.

Uro’s expression became extremely distorted. Not only was his grand(?) plan ruined, but his personality was also destroyed.

And to a king who had achieved mythical feats in front of countless lords, it is safe to say that he had no place in Tartar.

“You, Lord Bouwar, who do not know the weight of blood and the value of sweat, I hereby sentence you.”

“Your Majesty! This is too much······!”

“For making blood flow by talking nonsense. For insulting those who sweat instead of respecting them. For making promises that cannot be kept and not even accepting the results.”

As Hector listed the crimes one by one, Uro’s expression changed from moment to moment.

Although he clearly had copper-colored skin, his complexion turned blue and then white.

There was no place to run anymore. I wanted to rebel, but my body was in shambles.

Even if they rebelled, it was clear that the surrounding lords and royal guards would subdue them.

“You sat in the position of the head of the clan because you were the blood relative of the former chieftain of Buwar, who was active in the war to unify the tribes. However, you have dishonored the blood that the former chieftain shed.”

“That, that, that······”

“The Tatars are sprouts that grew by drinking blood. A nation that was founded by drinking blood from the sand where there was nothing. It is ironic that the children are insulting the value of that blood.”

Who can stand up to Hector’s eloquence, honed through countless diplomatic experiences? At least, it’s safe to say there isn’t anyone here.

At the same time, every word he spoke was filled with an irresistible majesty and power. A power that no one could resist.

It is a spirit that only a king and hero of a nation can possess.

“Executioner, come out.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

An executioner came forward at Hector’s command. If Uro had repented his wrongdoings, he would not have come forward.

But the executioner’s presence meant that punishment was imminent. Hector immediately gave the order.

“Bourg Gaju, cut out the tongue of the sinner.”

“I will follow your orders.”

“Now, wait a minute! Please excuse me! I beg you to excuse me! Your Majesty the King!”

Uro, wrapped in bandages like a mummy, began to crawl on the floor. The chairs that had been placed for convenience were torn to pieces.

The reactions of the household members to that ugly sight were all different.

A person who clicks his tongue as if he likes it. A person who looks at him pitifully. A person who feels sorry. A person who is afraid.

But no one defended Uro. Not only was his karma piling up, but he was also overwhelmed by Hector’s momentum.

“I will cut out your tongue and sentence you to 30 years of forced labor. I will teach those who do not know the value of sweat to realize the value of sweat.”

“Phew······! Ugh! Ugh!”

Uro tried to make a fuss, but it was pointless. The executioners had already come and grabbed his mouth.

One of them forced his mouth open, while the other held a bowl in case the blood fell.

Finally, three executioners, including the tongue-cutting executioner, were present to carry out the punishment.

What will be the end of one who plays with his tongue so recklessly?

-Crunch!

“Eeeeeeeeeep!!!”

He was sentenced to a lifelong punishment of never being able to use his tongue. His tongue was cut in half, and blood gushed out.

Fortunately, the dirty blood did not stain the floor of the audience room, as the executioner collected it in a bowl.

Normally, this would be considered ‘barbaric’ behavior, but the Tatars are a newly founded nation. This is not barbaric behavior.

It was a kind of public execution, but at the same time it was a warning from the king to all the heads of households.

-dragging

Uro was dragged out by the executioners. They had cut off his tongue so they could treat him so he wouldn’t go into shock.

Of course, it would be closer to torture than treatment, since you would be burned by a hot lump of iron.

What happens if you die from an illness? There’s no need to worry. I’ll disinfect you with a potion so you don’t die.

Disinfection and hemostasis are different issues. Disinfection is done with potions, and hemostasis is done with fire.

“I advise you: Only those who know the value of blood will discuss death, and only those who know the value of sweat will straighten their backs.”

“I will keep that in mind, Your Majesty.”

The lords bowed deeply in respect to Hector’s humble advice.

Because it was a very important word to the Tatars who were entering a transitional period. Based on that word, the Tatars will develop further.

“Your Majesty, I have a suggestion to make.”

“Speak.”

“The Bouwar family was stripped of their titles. And the family’s younger brother also had his tongue cut out for insulting them.”

“hmm.”

Hector responded that he knew what he was talking about. If this were to happen, the Bouwar family would be left with no choice.

You can’t put a mute in charge of a household. Moreover, since the brothers have a bad reputation as a pair, there will be a lot of complaints.

“Didn’t you say you have a younger sister?”

“Yes. I’m not sure if she’ll accept it, since she’s the priestess of Haona Gulag.”

“Just send me a letter. If there’s anything you want, I’ll listen to it and decide.”

“Thank you for listening to my request.”

The treatment of the next Bouwar family was also finished. Hector turned his head.

When I turned my head, I saw young heads of households supporting Wooro. Each of them was busy looking around.

Even if it is inevitable that you were incited, the problem is that you sympathized. Hector said in a stern voice.

“I will not hold you accountable, but the fruit will remind you in the future how precious the value of blood and sweat is.”

“If you allow it······”

“From now on, Tatars, regardless of gender, will become warriors when they undergo a coming-of-age ceremony.”

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You will become a warrior. Simply put, it is a call to join the military, that is, conscription.

Until now, only those who wanted to go to the military went, but this incident has provided a proper justification.

“I’m not saying that everyone should become a warrior. If you don’t want to or have a family, you will be excluded. But in the future, we will not be able to discuss blood and sweat.”

For Tatar, trade is the foundation of the nation. If trade fails, the entire nation will be shaken.

And to expand that trade, military power is essential. The deserts of Tartar are vast, so there is a shortage of adventurers.

So what Hector is trying to say is this: If you want to talk politics, become a warrior who sheds blood and sweat.

It was a matter that everyone could understand, and no one raised any objections.

“I guess that’s all we have to discuss for now. Is there anyone who would like to speak?”

“··· ···”

The audience room was as quiet as a mouse. No one paid any attention.

A clean verdict, a clean follow-up. Nothing to be concerned about.

Hector looked around the silent crowd and took a deep breath.

“Then I will let you step aside now.”

As for Tatar, there is only one thing left to develop further.

*****

‘What happened?’

Princess Tatar, Kara sensed a strange atmosphere as she entered the palace. Today, she joined the Academy instead of the palace.

Because she was a Tatar priestess who guided the altar. Incidentally, she did not wear priestess attire.

Because the person performing the ritual today was not Kara, but another priestess. Kara herself performs the ritual only on the anniversary of the founding of the nation.

‘I was just possessed by the priestesses.’

Kara giggled internally, remembering how the Academy students, especially the male students, were obsessed with the priestesses.

The female students were no different. I know they were captivated by the beautiful appearance and body of the female shaman.

Shivardo also showed interest in the priestess, but it was not interest in the literal sense. It was just a look of curiosity.

Rather, he gave Kara more attention. It was really cute how he was watching her.

‘He definitely has an eye for detail.’

I can’t tell you how happy I was with that reaction. It meant that he liked me better than the dancing shaman.

So, after the ceremony was over (fortunately, there was no lightning) and all the schedules were over, we returned to the palace.

‘By the way, the atmosphere is strange.’

Kara looked around. The palace was the same as always, but the atmosphere was strangely different.

What should I say? It’s become a bit more refined or more refreshing. Kara, who hadn’t heard the news, was curious.

This must have something to do with Hector. Kara’s footsteps headed towards the office.

-Knock knock knock

[Come in.]

When she finally arrived at the office, a familiar yet strange sight greeted her.

The Ragnarok hanging on the wall was out of interest. Instead, Hector sitting at the desk caught my eye.

‘A book? What book?’

Hector was reading a book. The book looked quite small compared to his muscular arms.

Hector had neglected reading because of his overwork since becoming king. It was natural for Kara to have doubts.

“Okay. What brings you here?”

Hector greeted Kara as he closed the book. A relieved smile appeared on his face.

It seems that he has let go of the burden on his mind after the duel with Shivar. Now he can even take on Ragnarok.

‘Yeah. This is better.’

Kara smiled softly. It was much nicer to see her wandering around.

I expected that Tatarstan would achieve infinite development in the future.

“The atmosphere in the palace seemed strangely different. What happened?”

“Yes. I punished the Buwar family.”

“ah.”

It was because of that, somehow. Kara nodded as if she understood.

I didn’t ask about the punishment because I knew I would find out naturally anyway.

At least he should have had his tongue cut off. He would have been punished appropriately for using his tongue so often.

“That’s good news. You were stripped of your title as head of the household, right?”

“Yeah. I think the next leader will probably be Io.”

“Io? Weren’t you a priestess?”

“There’s no law that says a shaman can’t become a head of a household. Rather, they welcome her. And they even made an interesting offer.”

“Is this a suggestion?”

How dare you make a proposal to His Majesty the King. How bold of you. Are all the Buwar tribes like that?

While Kara was thinking this to herself, Hector shrugged and revealed his suggestion.

“He asked me to marry him.”

“yes?”

Kara blinked. It was something she couldn’t understand for the time being.

In response to that, Hector even gave him a confirmed kill.

“I heard that you wanted to receive my seed, the strongest in Tatar. I put it on hold for a while after hearing that.”

“······It’s not bad, is it?”

Not a bad suggestion, really. Before she became the head of the Buwar family, she was the priestess of the Gulag.

Moreover, Io was a participant in the duel. Although she was defeated by Shivar, she had sufficiently proven her strength.

Above all, it is necessary for the survival of the Tatars. The Tatar royal family currently consists of only two people: Hector and Kara.

One of the duties a king had to fulfill was to have many descendants.

“I thought so too. But I can’t forget my wife, and you have to take my age into consideration. Above all, the succession to the throne could be tangled.”

“I can just refuse the throne.”

“Think of your legitimacy. You absolutely need to become king, if only to lay the foundation.”

“··· ···”

Kara couldn’t refute it. It was perfect logic, without anything missing.

But what Hector said next was more disconcerting.

“And if you want to marry the person you like, you have no choice. Even if our skin color is the same, we’re still outsiders, right?”

“Yes, yes, yes?”

“That’s why I’m studying hard too. It’s a strangely easy yet complicated system.”

Hearing that, Kara looked at the book Hector was reading. The title caught her eye.

As soon as I saw the title, I checked out the other books. Now I see that there are books piled up on my desk.

Kara’s face turned redder as she read the title. She asked Hector while trembling.

“What, what, what is all this?! Why are you reading this?!”

“What is it? It’s a great system of civilized countries. Shouldn’t we at least follow it?”

“No. No matter what, this is······!”

“I’m old, but you have to think about your age too. When I graduate from the academy, I’ll be in my mid to late twenties. That’s way past marriageable age.”

“I, I’ll take care of my own marriage! You don’t have to worry about it, Father!”

“So, isn’t this father preparing it?”

The argument between the women went on longer than expected.

By the way, the titles of the books Hector read were as follows.

[History of Son-in-law]

[The dignity of the national letter]

[Who was the first queen?]

Hector was laying the foundation step by step.

He is an example of a great king.