Infinite Reincarnation – Arthur Hurt - Chapter 148



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Infinite Reincarnation – Arthur Hurt Chapter 148

27-War Maniac

“Even so, it is like that.”

However, Baron Pagan was blaming Arthur for the nuance of the matter, saying that he, a semi-noble, should have informed him. Judging from the fact that he did not back down easily even when the king was mentioned, it seemed that the royalist faction had been so concerned about the king that they had become immune to it.

So Arthur gave up on relying on the king’s authority and took a different approach.

“Wouldn’t it take a few examples to appease His Majesty the King’s wrath?”

“You’re not an example, you’re a scapegoat.”

“Well… … . The sacrificial lamb is a theologically sacred and noble sacrifice. Isn’t this an appropriate metaphor for those who, in their greed, have neglected their loyalty to His Majesty the King and their dignity and honor as nobles?”

At Arthur’s words, Baron Pagan gave him a fierce look, and Arthur quickly bowed.

“I apologize if I offended you, Baron.”

Then he quickly raised his head and continued speaking with a strange smile.

“But have you ever, Your Majesty, frowned or wondered why such a man is a nobleman?”

“… … It’s none of your business.”

Baron Pagan’s brow was still furrowed, but he was not so dishonest as to tell a lie so brazenly. The aristocratic investors were not stupid enough to entrust a dishonest person with the position of bank president in the first place.

Arthur’s tongue moved like a snake.

“What are you hesitating for? Don’t you think this is your chance to swing your whip at those who are corrupting the dignity of the nobility and make them come to their senses?”

“What does that mean?”

“Surely His Majesty the King would take the life of a nobleman for something as simple as tax evasion? He is a merciful person who would even provide financial support to a fallen nobleman. If someone has done something wrong, he will punish them accordingly and not go further.”

Baron Pagan nodded at those words. The current king was certainly not a bloodthirsty, lunatic tyrant.

“You will understand what I am saying. This is for the good of the country, and it is for the honor of the nobility, and it is also for your benefit, Baron.”

The nobles, being political animals, could not have failed to understand Arthur’s words. If they cooperated in catching the tax evading nobles, the king would remember their merits.

What about the noble faction? The nobles of Tsuraz were the noble faction that most strongly opposed the king, and weren’t the current noble factions also once pro-royal factions? In addition, the fact that the nobles who got caught would be humiliated but not killed lowered the psychological hurdle.

But Baron Pagan could not answer easily, because there was one thing that bothered him.

And Arthur read what that point was.

“Just quietly tell me where the papers of the person who will be my example are. I will also be doing my part, so I will not forget your kindness, Baron.”

Arthur’s words, whispered in his ear so that no one around him could hear, definitely scratched an itch in Baron Pagan. Baron Pagan’s obedient cooperation with Arthur would be tantamount to whistleblowing, so the people within the faction would not look kindly on Baron Pagan.

However, if Arthur finds the information ‘on his own’, Baron Pagan will also have a reason to defend himself within the faction.

“Ahem!”

“… … ?”

“Ahem! Ahem!”

“… … !”

When Baron Pagan cleared his throat and nodded in the direction of his office, Arthur smiled broadly and raised his voice, knowing what he meant.

“No! Why are you stopping me from investigating the office?!”

Baron Pagan was taken aback by Arthur’s sudden shout and the attention focused on him, but soon began to act in a timid manner.

“Oh, no! Are you doubting me now?”

“I trust Baron Pagan. But isn’t it true that the affairs of state are not conducted by faith alone? Please step aside!”

“Oh, no!”

There was some awkward scuffle between those trying to enter and those trying to stop them, and Arthur called out to his soldiers for help.

While Baron Pagan was being held by the soldiers, Arthur went into his office and came out with a luxurious-looking leather briefcase.

It was thanks to Baron Pagan whispering, “My personal briefcase,” to Arthur’s question of “Where is it?” when the two men were briefly tussling just now. It seemed he was trying to avoid a body search by using his status as a nobleman as an excuse and take the evidence with him.

Anyway, thanks to Baron Pagan’s decision, Arthur was able to easily secure evidence, and Baron Pagan was able to make amends with the royal family while also being able to claim that he had done enough to his fellow faction members.

At the same time, I’m also feeding shit to the kids I don’t like. Is this a situation where everyone is happy? Of course, except for the ones who are getting fucked.

Even after Arthur secured the briefcase, the search and seizure continued for another hour. If they stopped as soon as Arthur got the briefcase, wouldn’t the delay have been a waste of effort?

“Thank you for your hard work, Lieutenant Plavan.”

“You worked hard too.”

After work was over, when Arthur greeted me first, Plavan smiled and extended his hand. When Arthur grabbed his hand and shook it, Plavan smiled and said,

“It’s been a while since we last met like this. Would you like to have dinner together tonight?”

“Uh… … Military food is a bit… … .”

“Poohahaha! Do you think I would feed you rations?”

Flavan said with a hearty laugh.

So the two made a dinner appointment, so Arthur, who couldn’t go home, threw the evidence to Jaran who was working, and then left using the excuse of having a dinner appointment with Flavan. He left Samuel’s shouts of ‘Help me! Hey, you damn fool!’ behind him.

The restaurant that Officer Plavan and I had chosen for dinner was a rather popular restaurant catering to the bourgeoisie or upper-middle class, and Plavan had arrived first and was waiting.

“Come here and sit down.”

“Sorry, I’m late.”

“No. I just got here. You’re also quite punctual.”

“You have a watch, right?”

“There are more people than you might think who think of watches as decoration.”

As the food arrived, the small talk paused for a moment and then resumed. Before we knew it, the topic had changed.

“You are not offended that I, a baronet, am not treating you with the utmost respect, are you?”

“Aren’t semi-nobles all the same except in special cases?”

The peerage title was never awarded higher than a baronetcy. Wasn’t the peerage itself a single title given to non-nobles? So a viscountcy or a baronetcy was the same thing.

Perhaps the reason they were given out separately was for the convenience of the nobles… … For officers commanding soldiers, a baronet would suffice for the sake of prestige, but for those who would be ignored even if given a baronet, they were given a viscountcy. For example, wouldn’t it be attractive for rich merchants to spend a lot of money to buy a viscountcy title if they could at least save face so that the nobles wouldn’t treat them rudely?

That is why the title of semi-official was created.

The small talk between the two people, which started with the issue of semi-nobles, soon reached their respective families.

“Oh! Really? Your brother enlisted?”

“I believe he joined the Royal Central Army.”

“Hans Huttra? Maybe I can figure it out.”

“If we ever meet, please make sure to give me a ride.”

“… … Are you and your brother not on good terms?”

“My older brother is a bit immature.”

Flavan smiled and nodded at Arthur’s words, which would have made Hans cringe if he had heard them. If it wasn’t a request to be treated well, but a request to train him as a soldier, he would have been more than happy to grant it.

The conversation between the two people moved from gossip to serious, important topics.

“So, what do you think will happen to the nobles who were caught this time?”

“Will it probably end with a huge punitive fine?”

“Just that?”

“Just that? If I pay the fine, my standard of living will drop significantly.”

“What kind of punishment is that?”

“Just think about having your horse and watch taken away from you. It would probably be dozens of times more painful than that.”

“If you’re uncomfortable, you can just run, and if you want to know the time, just ask your adjutant.”

“Um… … What do you think about the inconvenience of sleeping without a bed?”

“During the march, we sometimes sleep out in the open, wrapped only in blankets.”

“You are a true soldier. Then what if you don’t have that blanket?”

“Hmm.”

Only then did Flavan realize the pain Arthur was talking about and stroked his short beard before laughing vainly.

“Oh my. Is it really that hard to not be able to indulge in luxury?”

“In my experience, humans cannot stand falling. They often feel as if their social status is falling to the point of death. This is especially true for nobles who are known for their honor.”

“What an extravagant honor… … How honorable.”

Flavan raised one corner of his mouth and sneered at the nobleman.

“If you stand in different places, what you see and experience is different. The world that humans know is limited to that extent.”

“That’s why it’s unreasonable. It’s strange not to starve if you go to the industrial area on the outskirts, but some people are just complaining and complaining that not being able to enjoy luxuries is suffering.”

He soon smiled bitterly and spoke with a serious face.

“So shouldn’t all the commoners unite under the leadership of His Majesty the King? If only to curb the greed of those nobles.”

If he had struck a chord here, he could have been recognized as a clear pro-royalist. However, Arthur had no intention of declaring with his own mouth, “Is that kid a pro-royalist? He must be a pro-royalist!” and had no intention of looking at him like that.

“It’s a bit strange for a semi-noble to say something like that.”

“I am a soldier. I have never thought of myself as a nobleman, I just received the title out of necessity.”

Then she closed her mouth with eyes waiting for Arthur’s answer, and Arthur had to open his mouth.

“The greed of the nobles must certainly be restrained. But I think it would be a bit too much to expect the commoners to unite.”

“why?”

“Don’t we all have different thoughts?”

“Yeah! That’s the problem!”

Arthur tried to change the subject, but that only served to irritate Flavan and made him speak passionately.

“What the hell is a republican?! Aren’t you just talking nonsense about having to share the sacred sovereignty of His Majesty the King that God gave you?! Especially you ungrateful bastards of Minhoe! If you’ve been given the power to check the nobles by His Majesty’s sincerity, you should be thinking about how to repay that favor, instead of talking about republicanism and thinking about something else?! Are you even human?! You’re worse than dogs!”

Ha. Ha. Ha. Arthur smiled awkwardly and tried not to agree. It was because of the hostile stares from the surroundings. It was to the point where he wondered if this restaurant was frequented by members of the Minhoe or those related to them.

Plavan was not so blinded by the gaze. He glared at the young man sitting at the table next to him and said,

“What are you looking at?”

“yes?”

“Did I say something wrong?”

“No, that’s not it. It’s because your voice is loud… … .”

“Ah. I’m sorry.”

Plavan apologized and moved on from the young man’s excuse, but was his voice really that loud?

Arthur thought the young man’s gaze toward Plavan was too hostile for someone who had made the mistake of raising his voice, but he pretended not to notice. It was a situation he did not want to interfere in.

Plavan continued speaking.

“If the common people want to check the greed of the nobles, they must unite under the leadership of His Majesty the King. Therefore, I think that republicanism is nothing more than a mean ploy by the nobles to divide His Majesty the King and the common people.”