Chapter 1063: Chapter 1050 The Strongest Country in the World Chapter 1063: Chapter 1050 The Strongest Country in the World “Stop crying, everyone get in and just attend the class. After this lesson, I’ll tell you how we can avoid having so many language classes,”

Having calmed the little kid down, Muria then looked at the other crying children, controlling the power within her body to project a voice that all the little kids could hear.

When Muria said this, the surrounding children were immediately stunned, stopping their crying. The slightly older members of the royal family also turned their attention to her, unable to ignore what Muria had said.

Although they had started to adapt to the royal curriculum, frankly speaking, none truly wished to study. Even though their talents were superior to ordinary people, it only meant their bodies were stronger and they had more time for study—it did not imply they had superior learning capabilities compared to common folks.

Learning more than ten languages before adulthood was a huge burden for any royal, almost like an inescapable nightmare.

Thus that morning, Muria attended her classes quietly, while the royals who heard Muria’s statement, including her older prince and princess siblings, felt an itch in their hearts, unable to concentrate in class. They were extremely curious about Muria’s method for skipping classes.

Thus, when the academy’s bell signaling the end of class rang, all the little kids whom Muria had promised a way to avoid language classes rushed to her side, eagerly awaiting her words.

Not just them, but other royals slightly older than Muria’s reincarnated body, including her older prince and princess siblings, also looked towards her, their eyes filled with hope, as no one wanted to learn so many different languages.

“Older Prince, what is the method you talked about for not having to attend classes? Please, tell us,”

The kid who had been at the forefront of the crying and was then calmed by Muria, clung to Muria’s arm urgently and said,

Muria, with a look of disdain, shook off his embrace. Although royals inherently started off on a higher plane and differed in form from ordinary people, it did not mean that his behavior was any better than that of a normal little kid.

The kid’s clothes, after being tussled by himself all morning, were equally messy, with snot and saliva everywhere.

“You are older than me,” Muria reminded him, as higher status came with more rules, everywhere was the same.

“No problem, as long as you can tell me the method to never have classes again, I’ll call you Older Prince anytime,” the little kid replied, unconcerned about his sudden claim of brotherhood.

“Actually, the solution is quite simple; if you all think about it seriously, you can come up with the answer,”

“I don’t know,” said the kid who wanted Muria as his brother, biting his finger and thinking hard for a moment before shaking his head, indicating he couldn’t figure it out.

He had tried every possible way to skip classes—crying, feigning illness, begging for mercy—but nothing worked. His mother, who usually granted him whatever he wanted, was particularly resolute about not letting him skip classes, no matter how much he acted up, always sending him to the academy and saying it was for his own good.

“Think about it. Why are we required to master more than ten languages before adulthood?”

Muria looked around at the group of little kids, who were at most three years older than her, posing the question.

“It’s because our nation is too weak. If our nation were as powerful as the Far Light Nation, then we wouldn’t need to learn other countries’ languages at all, but rather other countries would need to learn our language,”

Muria didn’t wait for their answers and pointed out the root cause they hadn’t thought of as to why they needed to learn so many languages.

“In this world, it’s always the weaker nations that need to learn the languages of stronger nations; powerful nations only need to learn their own languages. If our nation were the strongest in the world, then we would have no need to learn any other nation’s language at all, except based on our own interests.”

Muria had come to understand the overall situation of the world, which was why she could stand here and confidently talk to and trick this group of little kids.

She was born into the Gai Nation, now holding the identity of royalty. Initially, Muria thought she was fortunate to be reincarnated into royalty, feeling like her luck had exploded, having started off so well.

But when she fully comprehended the situation around her nation, she suddenly felt the urge to curse outright, as her birth nation was just an ordinary small country,

just like the eighty or so known small nations like the Gai Nation. This was also the reason Muria’s language curriculum was so intense.

The Gai Nation bordered with six nations, militarily comparable to Gai Nation, and even if there were gaps, they weren’t significant.

And far beyond these nations lay even more powerful countries, and it appeared her nation was a tributary to a much stronger nation, annually offering up a large amount of resources.

So, when Muria found out he was a prince of the small Zuo’er nation, his mood was understandably gloomy. What made him feel even more despondent was the fact that his reincarnated body belonged to a father who was the king of the nation, possessing numerous concubines and a vast number of offspring, a concept Muria could comprehend.

But upon learning how many half-brothers and half-sisters he had, Muria found it incomprehensible since he discovered their combined number reached into the hundreds, a shocking figure that left him bewildered.

This number was excessive. Not every consort could bear offspring. Under these circumstances, if Muria wanted to seize power, the difficulty was not insignificant.

“If our nation becomes the strongest in the world, we won’t need to learn so many languages, right?” Upon hearing Muria, admiration appeared in the eyes of the group of kids gathered around him.

Because they did not understand their nation’s standing in the world like Muria did, they were unaware of the difficulty involved in becoming the strongest nation.

“Tsk, I thought it was something else. Just this silly talk, huh, the strongest nation!” Upon hearing Muria finish, the group slightly older by two or three years, already aware of their nation’s rank, abruptly stood up and left in indignation.

“Older Prince, why do they look so angry?” As one of the younger kids contemplated how to make their nation the strongest, he watched the group of older siblings leave and asked in confusion.

“Because what I mentioned about you no longer needing to study language classes is seen by them as unachievable, so they are angry.”

Muria raised his hand to touch the face of the kid in front of him, but when he noticed the traces of dried snot, he dropped his hand back down.

“It’s difficult in their eyes, but what about in yours, Older Prince?” the kid asked curiously.

“As long as I want to, I can achieve it,” Muria answered, his tone neutral.

“Wow!” Stars appeared in the eyes of the five children surrounding Muria.

“But not now, I’m still too young to accomplish it,” Muria added, and the light in the kids’ eyes quickly faded.

Two days after this conversation, Muria awaited an anticipated presence.

“Your Majesty, the King is waiting for you. Please come with me,” a distinguished-looking woman, accompanied by a team of handmaids, blocked Muria who had just finished his class.

“Okay.” Upon seeing the two handmaids who normally escorted him to and from school show their fear upon seeing this woman, Muria had a rough idea about her identity.

Considering his father’s style of having many offspring, this woman was likely someone akin to a secretary, attending to his father’s needs when necessary.

“Lead the way!” Muria nodded slightly, his posture utterly calm, causing the woman in charge to look slightly astonished for a moment.

…

King Ferdinand of Gai Nation gazed down at his son, who was examining his surroundings, his eyes filled with curiosity.

Regarding this son, Ferdinand did not have much impression. He had only met him once shortly after his son was born. After noticing the prominent horns on his forehead, he had left and never made contact again.

Because this son seemed no different to him from his other children, but upon receiving a brief intelligence report about a conversation, he began to see this son in a completely new light.

Thus, he summoned this son to understand firsthand how he differed from his other offspring.

“Seeing me, aren’t you afraid?” Seeing Muria looking around and even beginning to consider wandering, Ferdinand, who initially wanted to exert some pressure before continuing the conversation, could not help but speak out.

“Afraid? Why should I be afraid?” Muria looked up somewhat puzzled at this imposing king, not understanding why a father would pose such an attitude towards his own son.

“Well, that is also true.” Hearing Muria’s words, King Ferdinand paused for a moment, then a stiff smile appeared on his face. He stepped down from the throne and walked up to Muria.

“Arnold, do you know why I wanted to see you?”

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