Infinite Reincarnation – Arthur Hurt - Chapter 103



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Infinite Reincarnation – Arthur Hurt Chapter 103

21-Arthur Hurt, Baron

Inuang, the manager of the Ridis Club, was quite particular about his employees’ meals.

That was because of his own management philosophy. Those who entertained nobles should not eat food that was not tasty. Food served to nobles was expensive and precious, so if he didn’t satisfy his employees’ appetites to some extent, something could go wrong.

So the meals at the Ridis Club staff dormitory were quite excellent. It wasn’t particularly extravagant, but they brought in a chef who had worked at a famous inn and paid attention to the taste.

In comparison, Viana’s cuisine has improved a lot and is edible, but it still has a long way to go.

Arthur said with a smile.

“Adapt.”

“……yes?”

“This will all just be a memory. You won’t be staying at my house forever, will you?”

Amelia made an ‘ah’ expression at Arthur’s words, but soon became gloomy.

Arthur spoke to the girl in a soft voice.

“I know you’ve been thinking a lot lately. You probably have a lot on your mind. I’m not telling you not to worry. But I’m telling you that you need to think about it in the right way.”

“… … Correctly?”

“Yes. It’s painful to hear, but you need to become independent quickly.”

He could not in good conscience say that it was because he had no parents. Even though Arthur was an alcoholic who was worse than no one, he was the one who had gotten rid of Amelia’s father.

“Fortunately, there are people around you who truly want you to be independent and support you. Teacher Cho-reng, Nana Samuel, and others.”

Arthur continued to walk forward, looking ahead.

“The future is always uncertain. The chances of your current worries being resolved are slim. Most of them will be forgotten without being resolved, or will become meaningless over time, or will be chewed over in your memory for a long time. So don’t be anxious, angry, or sad even if your worries aren’t resolved. That’s just how the world was made.”

The girl nodded.

“yes.”

“Did you understand that I was telling you not to worry?”

“Isn’t it?”

When Arthur turned his head towards the girl and asked, Amelia tilted her head and Arthur shook his head to correct the misunderstanding.

“I’m not saying you should stop worrying altogether. The agony and wandering you are experiencing now are a kind of trial and opportunity for you to decide who you are. I just hope that you will not crumble under the trial and will wisely overcome it. Do you understand?”

“……yes.”

Amelia nodded quietly.

Arthur took the girl to the Lydis Club. Amelia was greeted by Cho-Reng, who had been there beforehand.

Arthur also stopped by the workshop to instruct Cardan and the priests on their work, and visited Zarn himself to see the bigger picture. There, he found an unexpected face.

“Hello. How have you been?”

Balan was right there.

Arthur greeted Balan and looked at Jaran. When he saw Balan’s gaze wondering why he was here, Jaran answered.

“Because I need diplomatic advice.”

“ah.”

Arthur nodded. If Balan majored in law and diplomacy, he would have some knowledge of the political situation in the countries he exports to.

Arthur asked.

“So how far has it progressed?”

“I think exporting to the Kingdom of Oran will go well.”

“If it’s the Kingdom of Ouran, isn’t it a country that was at war in the past?”

“About 30 years ago? When are you talking about?”

There were still some who held grudges from the war thirty years ago, but Jaran was a merchant. He couldn’t miss out on an opportunity to make money because of old grudges.

Balan intervened.

“Do you know anything about history?”

“Well, that’s true.”

Arthur nodded. Balan asked.

“Then how do we trade with a country that we fought a war with 30 years ago?”

“Well… do you need someone to hold your hand?”

“That’s it. We need someone who is flexible enough to willingly join hands with us for the sake of profit, despite past grudges.”

And Baran, a diplomacy major, knew the names of several such people, and that information was passed on to Zarran at a high price.

“Did you give me a lot of money?”

At Arthur’s question, Jaran nodded.

Arthur didn’t ask how much he had given, but asked something else.

“What about cross validation?”

“Cross… … verification?”

“I’m asking if you’ve heard the same information from other people.”

“iced coffee.”

Jaran nodded at the new term, but he knew the concept itself. A person in his position should definitely be familiar with the methods and procedures for verifying the reliability of information. Incorrect information can lead to great losses.

“I confirmed it.”

“Arthur. Don’t you trust me? It’s disappointing that our relationship is only this good.”

As Jarani nodded, Balan looked at Arthur with a sad expression.

Arthur was a little taken aback. No, when were we so close that he would feel sad and embarrassed?

But he didn’t do anything foolish like slamming her with that fact and shutting down the possibility of a relationship. Instead, he said this:

“The closer you are, the more lines you have to keep and procedures you have to follow. If Mr. Baran’s information is wrong and you proceed with the work without checking it and cause a big loss, then not only will you not be responsible, but you will also not be happy with Mr. Baran at all.”

Balan nodded in agreement at the statement that since the information had been cross-checked, responsibility for any business failure would lie with them.

“By the way, when is the inauguration ceremony?”

“… … How do you know that, Mr. Balan?”

“I have an acquaintance in the palace.”

The feet are also very wide.

Balan continued speaking to Arthur, who was puzzled.

“And his own title ceremony is quite famous. How could he be given a title when he is not even a wealthy merchant?”

Then, he winked at Arthur and said to Jaran that these days, anyone can become a noble if they have money.

“Aren’t you interested in the grown-up seeds?”

“well…….”

Jaran awkwardly laughed and avoided answering. Saying that titles weren’t worth much, but also saying that he wanted them, was a way to provoke the nobles.

Balan asked Arthur again.

“Are you preparing well for the ceremony?”

“… …Do I need to prepare anything?”

“Huh? Didn’t you hear? I heard that His Majesty the King himself will bestow upon you the title at your inauguration ceremony.”

“……yes?”

Arthur hoped he had misheard.

* * *

In the case of titles such as the single title that were originally purchased with money, the king rarely attended the award ceremony. So it was very unusual for the king to attend this time.

Balan tried to comfort Arthur, who was worried.

“Don’t worry so much. You’re not the only one receiving a title.”

This time, there were a whopping thirty-two people who received the title of sergeant along with Arthur. Many of them were officers, but since it would be unreasonable for an officer to be a nobleman, the title of sergeant was given to a commoner who was capable enough to become an officer.

Arthur felt somewhat relieved by those words. If that were true, it would have some distracting effects.

But Balan’s words did not end there.

“But you’re not planning on going out wearing the clothes you’re wearing now, are you?”

“uh…….”

Arthur thought he was dressed like a bourgeois, and that was enough for the ceremony. But since the king was attending, he was worried about what to wear.

If I dress like a semi-noble, will I look arrogant? If I dress like a bourgeoisie, won’t I be laughed at?

In either case, I thought it would be good to wear something safe that wouldn’t attract attention from those around me.

But Arthur looked at Zarran because it was difficult to believe Balan’s playful words at face value.

“Why are you looking at me?”

“Don’t you know what to wear?”

“Uh… … Well?”

“Why don’t you ask me?”

Arthur frowned at Balan’s whiny words.

“Mr. Balan is so mischievous that it’s hard to trust him.”

“How sad. Would I do something strange at a crowning ceremony attended by His Majesty the King himself?”

“There is no such thing as absolute.”

Balan nodded in response to Arthur and said:

“There is no such thing as absolute in this world.”

“… … .”

At those words, Jarando closed his mouth, held his breath, and blinked. When they were alone, he had been such a smart and polite friend, but when he heard what Arthur had to say, he wondered if he was in his right mind.

Balan smiled and waved his hand at the sight of such a grown-up.

“Oh, just kidding, just kidding. Arthur, it’s funny how he reacts when you tease him.”

“Is it fun?”

“It’s always interesting because it gives unexpected reactions.”

When Balan responded to Jaran’s words, Arthur also said something.

“I don’t want to be the object of attention.”

“But isn’t it interesting?”

whatever.

Arthur kept his mouth shut because responding would be detrimental.

Anyway, in conclusion, Balan was not talking nonsense. The king’s attendance at this award ceremony was confirmed, and the appropriate formalities were necessary. There was no kindness to teach such things in detail. In a caste-based monarchy, there is no such thing as kind administration.

“So what should I wear?”

“well?”

Balan tilted his head at Arthur’s question. Arthur was taken aback by her attitude, as if she had never pointed out what Arthur should wear.

Balan said with a trembling expression at that expression.

“What I can say is that the position will be much more political than you might think.”

“Why? Isn’t it just a periodic award ceremony for single-winners?”

“But this is the first award ceremony since the war ended.”

“What does it mean?”

Arthur did not deny Balan’s words. Arthur felt something from his words, but in order to make a more accurate judgment, he needed Balan’s information on why the position was political.

Balan said.

“The domestic political world is currently divided into the royalist faction, the aristocratic faction, and the neutral faction. Both sides are looking to expand their power. What do you think the semi-nobles mean to each of them?”

“Hmm… … .”

The authority to bestow titles explicitly belongs to the King. However, it was not that simple. Even if it was the King’s authority, he could not simply block the succession of titles to a noble family.

Therefore, the authority to award titles is influenced by the Titles Approval Committee, which is comprised of nobles.

This means that they, who are currently comprised of the royalist, noble, and neutral factions, have influenced the list of those who will receive the title of single champion this time.

“The chapter on variable elimination?”

“Oh! That’s unique. I didn’t think of it that way.”

“What do you think, Mr. Balan?”

“Proxy war.”

Arthur’s expression hardened.

“Before the war ended, you could buy a title simply by having money. Now, it is an era where each person can grant or deny a title based on their own interests.”

So from now on, you should not just buy a title for personal gain or honor, but also consider which faction you will contribute to. And the recommenders for each faction were those who survived the first round of ‘fierce negotiations involving political interests’ at the title approval committee.

It is natural that each faction tries to extract as much influence as it has expended in the committee.

“Then… I… … .”

“A loyalist.”

Wow, fuck… … .

Arthur almost swore. He was already a person the king had chosen, so he was automatically recognized as a loyalist. Furthermore, if he were to help the royal family’s finances through music box exports in the future, wouldn’t he be a thorn in the side of the nobles?