Infinite Reincarnation – Arthur Hurt - Chapter 195



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Infinite Reincarnation – Arthur Hurt Chapter 195

34-Republicanism

Arthur nodded and said.

“It is said that a virtuous person does not pass on the injustice he has suffered to others. Judging from the attitude of Gagael-kun, I think I can guess that he has a wonderful family tradition.”

“Thank you for the compliment. In my opinion, Charlie looks just like his brother, Lord Hurt. I can tell he is very intelligent just by looking at his face.”

As the two continued to exchange blows, Rel silently made a disgusted expression, and Arthur frowned slightly at Rel. Do you really not understand that this is the social life that is all about blood and flesh?

But Rel shook her head in disgust.

“He’s just being pretentious. He usually causes so many accidents.”

“So you’re saying that you brought a problem student to tutor your nephew?”

“… … .”

When Arthur silenced Rel with one word, Gargael joined in with a smile.

“I guess that’s why I say that, since I’m close with Rel. There’s no hierarchy between close friends, right?”

Arthur nodded and said,

“A true intellectual is someone who controls his words and actions according to the time, place, and person. It doesn’t really matter what Gargael-kun was like when he was at the Academy with Rel, right?”

At first glance, this seems to be an expression of the opinion that the problem that Gagael committed at the Academy is not an important issue, but if you look closely, it is a statement requesting Gagael to have the discernment to act according to the time and place.

Gagal smiled and nodded, as if he understood the meaning of those words.

“You are right.”

Rel shook her head at the sight of the two people who had already been killed.

Arthur formally introduced Gargael to his family, and Charlie’s eyes lit up at the mention of teacher.

“hello.”

“hi.”

Gagael also greeted Charlie with a warm smile as he greeted him cutely.

And then they set up their first class schedule. Charlie and Viana’s first impression of Gagal was not bad, and the following classes were no different.

After the third class, Arthur asked Charlie how the class was. Fortunately, Charlie liked GaGael’s teaching style, and Arthur nodded after checking his son’s homework. It was an appropriate level of homework for Charlie, and above all, the difficulty was carefully adjusted so that Charlie would have the motivation to complete it.

Arthur nodded, saying that Rel had brought a good student to be Charlie’s tutor, although he would have to check on the class progress and situation from time to time.

Then one day, Arthur had a chance to have a private conversation with Gargael. He asked Gargael in passing after class.

“Do you happen to know Assistant Professor Umel Barbara?”

“Senior Woomel?”

“It seems like you know him personally, senior.”

Gargael nodded at Arthur’s words.

“He was a senior in the club I belonged to. I still visit him often even after he became an assistant professor.”

“Oh. A club?”

When Arthur showed interest in the club, Gagael introduced him to the clubs within the academy.

The clubs within the academy are sort of like clubs, but they are mainly focused on socializing and networking, rather than clubs. People with similar interests gather and do activities related to that, but that’s just motivation. The core is that people with similar interests gather together, right?

Although the criteria for membership varied from club to club, there were some clubs that only accepted nobles, and those of a certain level of family. This was the case with very traditional clubs that had been around since the early days of the academy’s establishment.

Then, you might wonder if there are clubs that only accept commoners, but how could they dare not accept nobles? There may be clubs that only accept commoners, but there can’t be clubs that openly refuse to accept nobles. Well, unless there were perverted noble children who would deliberately join only clubs that only accept commoners, there wouldn’t be any problems.

But there was no need to worry about such things. Because only a very small number of clubs had restrictions on membership based on social status, whether noble or commoner, and most clubs did not accept members based on social status. It was not for the sake of young, hot-blooded people who did not care about social status… . It was for much more practical reasons.

‘Will this kid be helpful to my future?’

Since the purpose of the club is to build connections, the sense of purpose that I should become friends with people who will be helpful to me in the future also influenced the criteria for joining the club. And depending on the nature of the club, there were various criteria and categories.

“First of all, the club I joined had to have good results.”

In clubs where one’s ability is more important than one’s family background, grades were used as a criterion for admission. On the other hand, there were clubs where one’s family background was considered more important than one’s ability.

However, strictly speaking, the category of family background was broad. The weighting was different depending on how important each club considered it to be, based on criteria such as family tradition, the field of the family business, how long it has been in existence, and its success. It was not easy to join a club simply by asking, “What does your father do?”

So there was a saying in the academy: Friends you make at the club are not true friends.

Arthur nodded.

“It looks like the GaGaEl Army is also doing well.”

“Haha! Not as much as Rel. I’m not really interested in studying, but Rel studies really diligently.”

Gargael, who has no interest in academics but joins a club that only cares about grades? Arthur didn’t show it on the outside, but it made sense why Rel had such an attitude when Gargael was brought in.

“They say courtesy is proportional. If you are too humble, it can make the other person feel bad.”

“Oh! I apologize if I offended you.”

“I wasn’t offended at all. I just found myself nagging at her without realizing it, maybe because she’s my friend.”

In fact, I wasn’t pointing out excessive humility, but rather the fact that he wasn’t being humble enough. If you don’t do anything properly, it’s worse than not doing it at all.

If you have properly understood Arthur’s advice, you will be more careful in the future. And Gargael blushed and thanked Arthur for having properly understood Arthur’s advice.

“Thank you for the advice.”

And with that polite smile he continued:

“As expected, you are Rel’s older brother.”

“Does Reldo nag a lot?”

“It’s severe.”

“Oh… … . I will apologize on your behalf.”

“It’s okay. Even Rel’s nagging is kind of fun.”

“You’ve made such a generous friend, Reldo, you’ve been blessed with such good fortune.”

The conversation, which had briefly deviated from the main topic, returned to the main topic.

“Have you ever heard what Professor Woomel’s views are on state affairs?”

“Uh… … . For example?”

There was a slight tension in Gagal’s smile. The more wealth one had, the more sensitive one was to political statements.

Arthur continued.

“That… … It is said that there are nobles in the political world who are brazenly opposing His Majesty the King. They are called the noble faction and the neutral faction respectively. Do you know?”

“Um… … . Yes, I know.”

Gagael nodded, and Arthur continued.

“I am in a position where I am grateful to His Majesty the King for the favor I have received and am doing work that is helpful to the country, so I must keep my distance from them.”

Translated, it meant, ‘I’m a royalist, so I can’t hang out with them. You know that?’ In fact, I really want to hang out with them, but it shouldn’t be known to the public.

“So, I am curious about what Professor Woomel, who my younger sibling has been visiting frequently lately to get help with his studies, thinks.”

At those words, Gagal thought for a moment and then said:

“Senior Woomel is a loyal person. There is probably nothing to worry about.”

“I see. I understand.”

Arthur nodded at Gagael’s words. He seemed to understand. Gagael’s lies.

It’s not that Gagal couldn’t lie. Most people would believe Gagal’s calm tone and let it slide, but Arthur could read some signs of a lie.

I’m talking about the expression on his face as he tries to keep his eyes from wavering, the small gestures as he tries to relax, and the voice and breathing as he tries to appear calm.

Some might say that this is an exaggeration, but Arthur interpreted such signs as evidence of a lie.

Because Gagael was a boy who could wear the mask of hypocrisy. Considering his youthful energy, his attitude that could wear hypocrisy as much as he could, and his immature humility that he had shown before, I did not think that the signs of falsehood were an overinterpretation.

Therefore, according to Gagael’s testimony(?), Assistant Professor Umel was not a very loyal person from the perspective of ‘Arthur, a loyalist’. If we believe this judgment and interpret the papers that Assistant Professor Umel has written so far, we can come to this conclusion. Could it be that it is a paper filled with pretense for career success?

The question of where the scholar’s conscience went was useless. It was natural that research in a capitalist society would be influenced by capital, and that research in a dictatorship would be swayed by the dictator’s will. A scholar was also just an individual, so it was inevitable that he would be influenced by the society he lived in.

That is why the scholar’s conscience is treated as a virtue. In order to protect the scholar’s conscience, he had to overcome all kinds of temptations. If it were easy to overcome temptations and it were natural to do so, it would never be treated as a virtue. What was natural could never be a virtue.

Arthur thanked Gagal and sent a letter to Umel, and they met at a pub.

“I never thought I would meet Lord Hurt in a place like this.”

“I haven’t been here often. I found out about it thanks to a lawyer named Mark, and I think Professor Woomel would like it.”

At those sharp words, the fake smile slowly disappeared from Umel’s expression. Instead, he asked Arthur with an interested, observing gaze.

“You’ve borrowed a bunch of my papers… … Are you curious about my political ideology? Are you afraid I’ll blow some weird air into your younger brother’s lungs?”

Umel knew that Arthur had taken a bunch of his papers.

Arthur answered.

“It is not my place to decide what beliefs and ideologies my brother will have. However, I am curious about the assistant professor’s political inclinations.”

“That’s unexpected. I knew you cared a lot for your younger sibling… … .”

“Because you can’t force thoughts.”

No, he could have forced it. How many powerful people had tried to do that? And the know-how they had accumulated was stored in Arthur’s head. But he was applying it to his younger brother? For what? Just to make his younger brother a puppet?

At Arthur’s regretful tone, Umel put aside his slightly hypocritical attitude and spoke seriously, offering some consolation.

“First of all, I promise that I will never blow any dangerous winds on my younger brother.”

“Thank you for your words.”

And then there was silence. A small commotion reached Umel’s ears as he fiddled with his glass for a moment.

“Fuck, what is going to happen to our country!”

“Wages don’t go up, prices don’t go up!”

“Taxes have gone up too.”

“It’s all because of those Jatra bastards!”

“No, why did you start a war?! You shouldn’t have started one!”

“Are you blaming His Majesty the King right now?!”

“Why?! Can’t I blame you?!”

Umel, who had heard the voices of those arguing about war and the world, asked Arthur.

“What do you think about the last war?”

“The First Trava War, or the Second Trava War that we lost this time?”

“Um… …. Could you please rate each one?”

“Excessive greed and the inevitability that results from it.”

“Um… … Are you saying that defeat was inevitable?”

“From the beginning of the First Trava War, we set our strategic objectives incorrectly.”

“Strategic goals?”