How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 24

How to live as a tyrant’s spoiled brat Episode 24

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I walked calmly down the sixth floor hallway.

He hung his sword down as if he had no intention of swinging it any longer.

Her steps were leisurely, as if she was walking on a long rope, like a first-class model in a costume shop.

Dozens of pairs of eyes stared at me, stained with anxiety, awe, and fear.

Sometimes I looked at them indifferently, and sometimes I ignored them with a leisurely gait.

The important thing was to keep giving them the feeling of intimidation that they could never beat me.

I heard slightly impatient footsteps.

Serena followed, carrying a bag of chips, wearing the wizard’s signature conical hat and a fluttering blue cloak.

“If it doesn’t work, I’ll blow it all up and make a fuss.”

“Then I will ask you to do so. For now, smile.”

I muttered quietly enough for only her to hear, and walked towards the stairs in the middle of the nearest hallway.

“Can I just let you go down?”

“You’re going to attack me like that? Didn’t you see me die just now?”

“There are only two of us. If we charge at once, won’t it work out somehow?”

“Shut up. I don’t want to burn to death.”

“And what if that guy calls the knights?”

“I’m going to run away to the slums. Even the knights won’t follow me there.”

I listened to their small voices.

It was difficult to even walk because I had used up all my mana in the process of clashing with Sereraji and lighting up the flames.

I kept telling myself, please, no one should be brave.

Just then, right in front of the stairs, a person was seen shaking.

The moment the bastard put strength into his hand holding the dagger, I strode over to him and struck him hard in the face.

Bam!

Even though I was tired, there was an unbridgeable gap between me and the casino prayer that had reached the level of Sword Expert.

The brain-shaken guy rolled over with his eyes turning white and fell down like a puppet with its strings cut.

“I told you I would forgive you.”

I kicked the guy, saying coldly that I was disappointed.

The prayer warriors next to him lowered their eyes and pressed themselves against the wall.

We arrived safely at the top of the stairs.

Now all I had to do was go down.

If I got into trouble in the middle, I was confident I could jump from the third floor.

“Stand there.”

The voice of the action captain was heard.

It was the word I hated to hear the most.

I closed my eyes tightly and then opened them.

And without even looking back, he answered in an indifferent voice.

“You lowly thing. Speak up.”

No answer came back.

All you can hear is the loud footsteps crossing the hallway.

I didn’t look back at the guy.

He took a deep breath and tightened his grip on the sword.

The longsword, which weighed just over 2kg, felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

He sent Sereraji forward and raised his sword to his chest.

The moment the wooden floor shook loudly, I took a big step back with my right foot and rotated my upper body to stab with my sword.

For a moment, I saw a look of confusion and shock in his eyes.

My sword dug into the bastard’s neck, and a thud sound was heard.

My wrists and shoulders ached from the force with which the bastard ran towards me.

The leader of the ‘future’ convulsed, blood spewing from his neck.

The hammer he had raised above his head fell to the ground with a clanking sound.

The monks who were about to grab their daggers and clubs slowly lowered their hands.

I walked down the central staircase leisurely.

As I reached the fourth floor on shaky legs, I saw four prayer warriors blocking the way to the third floor.

Sereraji whispered, tapping my side.

“What are they going to do?”

“… … .”

People are stronger when they are together.

I spread the fear that ‘only I can be affected’ in order to tear that bond apart.

This method had the advantage of tearing apart the bonds between hostile groups and turning them into frightened individuals.

“Who are you!”

“Golden Nightmare?!”

“Catch him!”

It had no effect on those who had not experienced the atmosphere.

fu*k.

“Who dares to block the way of these maggots? On the day of judgment, you will be dragged to hell and fried in fire and brimstone!”

I spasmed and hurled foul language and profanity.

He jumped down from the middle of the stairs and flew at the face of the one in front.

The sound of a nose breaking was clearly audible.

I caught a glimpse of the guy falling.

He then landed in midair, twisting his waist, and swung his sword, cutting deeply into the second bastard’s thigh.

Just as I was about to swing my sword at the third guy who was running at me with a swear.

“stop.”

A voice echoed through the fourth floor hallway.

A man with a short beard and a stylish look was holding a long sword.

He was an impressive man with an exotic coat, and behind him were a group of monks who looked to be between thirty and forty in number.

“White-haired man. We do not want to see your blood. Leave your nightmares behind and go back.”

He spoke in a tone as if he were bestowing great mercy.

… … In fact, it was a great mercy.

My mana was running low, so I couldn’t use any of the imperial swordsmanship.

It might have been okay to fight off five or six people, but I didn’t have the strength to fight off dozens of them in a narrow hallway with nowhere to run.

I did.

“Valencianus.”

A muffled voice was heard.

“I’m listening.”

“Are you sure you can really save me? Will you recommend me to His Majesty?”

I answered before an awkward silence set in.

It was time to give some assurance.

“Of course. It would be a loss for the empire to lose a wizard like you.”

“If I’m a royal wizard chosen by His Majesty, I can afford to ruin a casino hotel in the red-light district, right?”

I don’t know.

I made an irresponsible choice like a loser.

He nodded without any hesitation.

Sereraji smiled faintly as if relieved and walked past me.

“You thought well. ‘Nightmare.’ There was no need to get the innocent bystanders involved… … .”

“I hated you guys.”

The man with the long sword frowned at the sudden bad comment.

Sereraji continued speaking, whether or not he did so.

“I hated gambling, I hated gamblers. I hated the kids on the street, and I hated the kids who got hooked on those kids. I hated drugs, and I hated alcohol.”

“What are you talking about… … .”

“I raked up fallen leaves, picked chips, and took alcohol and drugs. But even so, the emptiness in my heart didn’t go away. That’s why I hated myself.”

The prayers raised their steel clubs.

Judging from the way he came out so obediently, it seemed like he thought it was a will.

Seraraji continued speaking calmly, as if he had never seen the club.

“I wanted to read in a sunny room. I wanted to grow beautiful vines and have an orange cat. I always loved magic and had a learned teacher. I wanted to have a mischievous student someday.”

I saw her shoulders tremble slightly.

“Why did you lie to me?”

The man with the long sword clicked his tongue.

“You’re a crazy bitch. I’ll make sure you don’t suffer.”

“Didn’t you say you could forget everything?”

“Hit it.”

“I told you I could forget everything!”

Sereraji’s blue hair rose into the sky all at once.

Phage crackle!

Blue currents shot out in fits and starts, shattering walls and floors.

“You broke your promise. I believed you when you said I could forget all my painful and sad past! I thought I could forget all magic and dreams and become a gambler who only cared about money, money, money!”

The rushing soldiers screamed and dropped their weapons.

It was because the steel club drew in electricity.

“There are so many bastards downstairs who lost their parents, wives, and children to gambling, so why can’t I be like them?”

‘To Sereraji.’

‘I’m glad I’m your friend.’

“While other people become paralyzed from memory loss and take drugs to the point of almost dying, why do the memories of my friends in the ivory tower only get clearer?”

‘Sereraji!’

‘Let’s go see the end of magic together.’

The man with the long sword looked resentful.

Bam!

Sereraji clenched his fist and spat out.

“Your Majesty the Emperor, with just one word, has shattered my most precious time. I can never go back to that time. And you promised to make me forget that pain.”

“When did I… … .”

“So this is all your fault for breaking your promises.”

She stretched her arms forward, clenching her fists.

The trapped current roared fiercely and consumed the space.

The current surged out like a dam breaking.

Contrary to popular belief, electric magic occurs in a very short period of time.

Flash!

It seemed like the lights were turning on and off.

The number of standing prayers was reduced by half.

Even those who managed to hold out somehow dropped their weapons or had their faces distorted.

Flash!

The daggers and steel clubs that had fallen to the floor trembled as they were caught up in the electromagnetic force.

There were also many prayers where the muscles were so tense that they could not even put down their weapons.

Flash!

The leader of the Jangdo movement approached step by step, enduring the pain of his beard burning.

Even though the smoke of burning meat was pouring out from his head and shoulders, his eyes were sharp.

“shit.”

Sereraji made a face that said she didn’t like it.

She raised her left hand and drew an intricate shape in the air.

I don’t know much about electrical magic, but it was clear that something wasn’t working properly.

“A cane, I need a cane.”

She shouted in an annoyed voice.

It was a voice mixed with a sense of self-loathing.

The blue light flashed again, and the man with the long sword knelt on the floor.

At the same time, Sereraji staggered, blood gushing from his right hand where he had been casting magic.

My fingernails were raw and the veins on the back of my hands were swollen and felt like they were going to burst.

I ran quickly and supported her.

“Are you planning on burning all your talents here? Your magic circuits will be damaged. Quickly gather your mana and get ready to run.”

“Let go of this. If I don’t burn all these bastards to death… … .”

“There’s no time!”

Those were magical words, more powerful than any spell.

Sereraji scattered the electricity while making a noise.

But powerful spells come with a powerful price.

“Stand there!”

“If you miss it, we’ll all go bankrupt! I won’t even be able to pay your salaries!”

An angry shout came from across the hallway.

There was a thumping sound coming from the upper floor as well.

Dozens of people were praying from above, and dozens more came from both sides of the fourth floor hallway.

“Jump.”

I grabbed Sereraji’s hand and ran down.

While going down from the 3rd floor to the 2nd floor, I encountered a group of people.

“Found it!”

“Call me quickly.”

I gritted my teeth and raised my sword, but the demons blocking my way showed a reaction I had never seen before.

Raise one hand to indicate a willingness to talk, or cross both arms and step back.

“What are you guys?”

Sereraji asked in a bewildered voice.

And then, a man holding two short swords appeared in the left hallway on the second floor.

“Come this way!”

“Are you thinking of stabbing me from behind?”

I was not the kind of person who would accept an unreasonable favor without thinking about it.

“I am on the same side as my older sister, who wears a red mask.”

“Do you have any evidence?”

The man made a tearful expression.

“Yes, there is.”

Then he ran past us and up the stairs.

“Ouch, ahhh!”

“You, you!”

“It’s a betrayal!”

A scream came from above.

“Is this enough?”

A man with a short sword came down the stairs, throwing two corpses down the stairs.

His uniform was torn and blood was flowing from his temple, as if he had been hit in the meantime.

“Kill him!”

An even more angry crowd of prayer followers followed them down.

“Okay. That’s enough.”

I ran down the hallway to the left, chasing the shortsword man.

“Brother is coming!”

The men of the small sword man’s men piled the furniture they had brought from the hotel room into the hallway.

It only held the enemies back a few steps, but that was enough.

“Can you take Sereraji to ‘Hope’?”

“No problem, Your Majesty.”

“Please.”

Sereraji asked sharply.

“What are you going to do?”

“It’s not in my nature to run away after getting hit. I need to give that manager’s son a piece of shit.”

“Then let’s go together. Do you think I’m not that kind of person?”

Our eyes met for a moment.

Her golden eyes sparkled like mine, while her blue eyes, unlike mine, were cold and cold.

“Just once. I’ll just hit you once and you’ll run away to ‘Hope.’ And don’t push yourself too hard. Sister, your health is worse than you think.”

“okay.”

The man with the short sword spoke, holding his sword.

“I will secure an exit.”

“I’m sorry. I dragged you into my personal vendetta.”

“No. I have never liked the ‘future’ guys, Your Majesty.”

Your Majesty, when I heard that, I furrowed my eyebrows.

Ignorance was my true identity as a fool, but it was the first time that someone openly pretended to know.

“Then please.”

I headed to the first floor with Sereraji.

Dozens of prayer warriors and a dozen managers were gathered in a large hall filled with gambling tables.

The manager of ‘Hope’ looked bewildered as he watched us coming down.

“how?”

It was a single word filled with so much emotion.

The surrounding managers fell in a hurry, and the prayers cowered.

I held onto the railing and went down the stairs, one step at a time.

The manager of ‘Hope’ stepped back with a pale face.

Then I heard a muttering voice next to me.

Hand gestures were also shown, drawing complex shapes in the air.

“My lightning that follows and follows again.”

I knew that spell.

Even for the genius Sereraji, it was a complicated magic that required both Yeongchang and Suin to use.

“Sister. Wait a minute… … .”

“Sweep away all my enemies.”

Flash!

The electricity stretched out like tree branches and swept across the entire wide hall.

It moved from place to place like light reflected on a mirror, melting all metal and burning all wood.

Dozens of wooden tables exploded simultaneously, sending up sharp shards.

I had to swing my sword desperately to avoid hitting Sereraji.

The prayers fell like puppets with their strings cut, and the rulers bounced like kicked balls.

The manager of ‘Hope’ was seen shaking and convulsing like an aspen tree.

“This is how people should live.”

Sereraji muttered with a broad smile on her face.

A bright blush spread across her face.

“Didn’t I say I’d only give you one room?”

I said, looking down into the hall that looked like it had been swept through by a storm.

“You finished it in one go? Isn’t that what you were talking about?”

Sereraji finally wiped her bleeding right hand on the red lining of her cloak.

“That’s true, but… … .”

“Ah. Wait a minute. It hurts a lot. My eyes are spinning. I think I’m going to faint.”

Blood also flowed from her eyes, nose, and ears.

“Valencianus.”

She said this with a smile even with her pale face.

It was creepy but beautiful.

“Are you really going to recommend me? Can I really live confidently using magic?”

‘I hope that in my next life I can live confidently using magic.’

I supported her, recalling the words that had never happened.

“Yeah. I’ll definitely do that.”

Because my older sister is a future great magician.

Because he is too precious a person to miss.

dump.

Holding her in my arms as she fell, I crossed the first floor of the ruined ‘Future’ casino.

It was time to go back.