Infinite Reincarnation – Arthur Hurt - Chapter 135



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Episode 135

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Arthur nodded to the maid and left the room at the voice calling for him in anger. He closed the door tightly and went to the entrance, where Hans was pushing aside the maid blocking his way and coming in with dirt feet.

Arthur was wondering if he should hire a strong servant, but Hans grabbed Arthur by the collar. He really should hire a strong servant.

“You little punk! What the hell have you done!”

Hans, whom I saw after a long time, looked more like a gangster than a farmer.

Because the clothes he was wearing did not look like they were suitable for farm work. Of course, he could not wear such clothes while coming up to the capital, but Arthur was sure that it had been a long time since Hans had worn such a rascally outfit.

Instead of helping his father and brother-in-law with the farm work in Tunmal during the busy autumn farming season, he worked as a dog for Count Frant in the village of Frant.

Arthur looked at his brother who was holding his collar and asked with a pitiful expression.

“You haven’t gone yet?”

“What have you done!”

“I just wanted you to come to your senses a little.”

“This is the reason for this chew!

Hans couldn’t hold back his anger and shook his collar, and Arthur couldn’t help but laugh while shaking. Enlistment? If he were Hans, he wouldn’t be able to stand it because it was so fucking annoying.

Arthur demanded one thing from Count Karl Prant in exchange for a reasonable monetary compensation: the mandatory enlistment of Hans.

It meant that he should go to the military, suffer, and come to his senses. At least, he couldn’t just leave his mind alone and act as someone else’s hunting dog.

Arthur said.

“Brother. Even if we are family, it is dangerous for a commoner to borrow the power of a noble. For you and for me.”

Hans growled and grabbed Arthur by the collar.

“You must think I look like a retard, right?”

It wasn’t to that extent, but it did look pitiful. Hans shook Arthur by the collar and vented his frustration.

“Do you know what you’ve done?! Do you know what opportunities you’ve missed?!”

“Stop shaking and explain. I’m starting to feel dizzy.”

Hans barely suppressed his anger and explained to his brother, who was so calm and composed even though he was being grabbed by the collar and shaken. Wouldn’t it be too unfair if his brother didn’t even know why he was so angry?

The opportunity Hans spoke of was simple. Using the power of the count, he could drive out the village chief and take his place, eating well and living well.

Arthur sighed in disappointment after hearing his brother’s explanation.

“So, you want to become a Bailey in this day and age?”

“What’s wrong with the veil?!”

“Aren’t you a target for insults and arrows?”

“You get what you pay for?!”

Count Karl Frant may think that the village chief’s family’s property was stolen from his own family’s, but from the village chief’s perspective, wasn’t it the price he paid for the dishonor and the hostility of the peasants he had taken on behalf of the Frant family?

Hans shouted as Arthur clicked his tongue.

“It was a good opportunity to kick out that arrogant village chief and take his place!”

“… … .”

“What’s with those eyes?”

Arthur let out a deep sigh. There were so many things to point out that it was hard to decide where to start. First of all, the village chief’s family’s prestige was not only due to their being Baileif, but also because they were landowners of large tracts of land, and because they were wealthy farmers who were good at farming, and yet they were careful not to lose the hearts of the villagers.

Could this be the result of a good mix of ability, luck, and influence built up from previous generations?

However, the Hans Arthur saw lacked both ability and luck, even though he had the chance of being a father and a grandfather. Even if he had the ability, he couldn’t be sure when an opportunity like the village chief, Badel Prad, would come. Even the village chief had gotten the opportunity thanks to the investment failure of his predecessor, Viscount Frant, but he couldn’t be sure whether Hans would get such an opportunity.

Essentially, even if an opportunity comes, do you have the ability and skills to seize it?

But Arthur didn’t say anything about that. If I were to point that out to Hans now, he would probably just go crazy with pride.

So Arthur pointed out the most fatal contradiction in Hans’ plan.

“Do you think Count Frant would just sit back and let something like the village chief do again?”

“… I have done good deeds for your Majesty.”

“It’s not for the Count’s sake, but for his brother’s glory. What my brother wants is to become the second village chief, but I think the Count will give him a decent amount of money and tell him to eat and leave.”

If it weren’t for Arthur’s brother, there was a 100% chance that he would have been thrown into the mud. But Hans didn’t even realize that and screamed.

“Don’t make me laugh! What do you know?!”

“I know Count Karl Frant well enough to persuade him to send my brother to the army. At least I should know him better than my brother. Otherwise, the Count would not have listened to me instead of my brother, who risked his life for you.”

He glared at Arthur with bloodshot eyes, confronted with the cold, stark reality, but he couldn’t open his mouth. He had no words to refute.

After grumbling for a while, Hans became dispirited and his grip on Arthur’s collar loosened.

He spoke in a listless voice.

“You… … . I must look pathetic, right?”

“No. Not really.”

Arthur was sincere.

When you are born as someone’s younger sibling with superior abilities, it is common to experience jealousy and feelings of inferiority from older siblings who were born first.

Especially when you are born into a great family and start getting caught up in the power struggle, it is just a headache, so pretending to be normal was also a job.

Of course, there were some kids who were born with really pitiful temperaments or way of thinking, but Arthur knew enough about Hans to classify him as pitiful.

At the time of his birth, the Hurts were not well off. His father, Jonathan, was just starting to make his fortune, and there were no adults to help with the first childcare. They also did not know how much a baby’s nutrition during the fetal period and the first two months of life affected its intellectual development.

In Arthur’s opinion, the reason Hans wasn’t as smart as he was, or even as smart as Rell, wasn’t entirely due to his own lack of effort. His slightly twisted personality couldn’t be said to be unaffected by his sense of entitlement toward his more accomplished younger brother.

Human nature matures and personality is developed when one protects, defends, and takes responsibility for those weaker than oneself. Arthur did not turn away from the possibility that he had taken the opportunity to do so from Hans since he was born as an infinite reincarnation.

Unfortunately, Hans did not believe Arthur’s sincere words.

“Yes. How insignificant and incompetent I must seem to you, who is smart enough to even become a semi-noble.”

Arthur looked at Hans for a long time and then asked.

“Brother. Do you want to succeed?”

“……huh.”

Hans nodded with a sad expression, and the expression on his face was that of the eldest brother who had suffered from a sense of inferiority.

Well, my younger brother went to the city and did well, and even earned the title of semi-master, the highest honor for a commoner. What would people around him think?

No matter how hard I tried to act indifferent, it wasn’t easy to stay quiet when people around me started gossiping about how my older brother was worse than my younger brother.

Especially in this patriarchal era where no brother is as good as an older brother, Hans was neither well-mannered nor gentle-natured enough to be able to calmly listen to people say that he was worse than his younger brother.

Although feelings of inferiority are not necessarily proof that one is bad, Arthur realized that Hans would not be easily convinced by such philosophical propositions.

“Then go to the army.”

“hey.”

Arthur said as Hans’ expression distorted.

“I’m not joking. Whether in the past or present, the fastest way for a commoner with nothing to rise in the world is to join the military and achieve great feats.”

“……but…….”

“It’s dangerous. You’re risking your freedom and your life. But if you don’t pay the price and take the risk, you don’t get anything.”

“… … That’s true.”

Fortunately, Hans also nodded in agreement on this part. So, wasn’t he acting as Count Frant’s hunting dog? However, Arthur gave a small clue.

“But it’s a different matter if you take risks and get more than you can handle. It’s actually poisonous.”

Statistically, a person’s achievements converge on the amount of effort and talent that person puts into it.

There is such a thing as inherited property, but if you are greedy and lack the ability, you will often forget about it and fall into ruin. In order to protect what you have inherited, you must at least have an understanding of your own abilities.

Look at the fallen nobles who gathered at St. Scal, looking only to the king’s mercy. It was all the result of them or their predecessors pursuing achievements beyond their capabilities.

“Honestly, I don’t know how well you’re suited to the military. But you’re sincere. If you’re sincere in the military, you’re halfway there. There are a lot of idiots who can’t even do that.”

Arthur spoke seriously to Hans.

“If you still want to be successful, I will ask the count again for a good place. If you don’t want to do that, you can go back to Tunmal and help your father. If you don’t want that either, I will give you some farmland somewhere other than Tunmal. Enough for you to farm and live on your own.”

Since the village chief’s family had settled in Toonmal, it might have been an inconvenient place for Hans to live.

“I am…….”

Hans thought for a while with his head down, then raised his head.

“I’m going to the military.”

Arthur nodded, looking into Hans’ blazing eyes.

“Okay. From now on, I will help you advance in the military.”

“……thanks.”

Hans had difficulty in saying a word at his brother’s words. He felt embarrassed and ashamed at his brother’s attitude of wanting to help him even after coming to protest and being sworn at.

“What? We’re brothers.”

Arthur said nonchalantly. It was by blood. Hans wasn’t a very good brother, but he wasn’t a very bad brother either.

It’s not like he was addicted to gambling and didn’t wield a knife to demand money. He wasn’t weak and groaning either.

Although it wasn’t a complete nuisance, a certain amount of nuisance was an unavoidable karma within the guise of bloodline. Arthur, who understood the absurdity of ignoring it and thus damaging his reputation, was fortunately able to endure this level of nuisance.

“Do you want to go see your nephew?”

“……next time.”

Hans shook his head at Arthur’s suggestion. He felt that he would never be able to raise his face and look at his sister-in-law and nephew today.

***

“… … It’s a hassle, but let’s adjust that.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

Arthur bowed his head in gratitude to Count Frant. Count Frant had accepted his request to be assigned to a suitable position so that his older brother Hans could take his place in the army.

It’s not a place where you can only work hard and not get promoted, but it’s not a place where you can easily get promoted by sucking in the honey. It’s a place where you can get promoted in proportion to the amount of hard work you put in.

Count Karl Franz said with a chuckle.

“Your request was not an easy one. A position where you can be treated with respect and promotion while being treated to the extent that you don’t have any useless thoughts? The only position like that is the Royal Central Army.”

“How on earth did you do it?”

Arthur asked half out of curiosity and half out of flattery about the Count’s abilities, and Count Frant smiled and said to Arthur.

“When I said I would sell the crops I had harvested for scalons, a courtier came out and asked if there was anything I wanted.”