How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 32

How to live as a tyrant’s spoiled brat Episode 32

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A wizard’s day starts quickly.

On a morning before the sun rose, Sereraji left the official residence and headed to the palace magic workshop east of the main palace.

The Imperial Magic Workshop was established to foster magical power independent from the Magic Tower, and its subordinate organization is the Imperial Magic Academy, which trains talented young magicians.

In fact, Sereraji was not from there, but from Matap.

So there are no alumni or acquaintances there.

Rather… … it is full of wizards who were once rivals of herself and her disciples.

Whenever I feel that, it feels distant, but I think it’s a happy worry.

“under.”

She chuckled.

It seemed like a long time ago when I was living a life steeped in drugs, alcohol, and gambling.

Today, her long, blue hair was shiny, and both her yellow and blue eyes were sparkling with hope.

Cererazy, who wore a cloak with an outer layer as blue as the dawn sky and an inner layer as red as wine, and a cone-shaped hat with a blue brim and a red brim, looked like a wizard to anyone who saw him.

On his chest, a gold and silver badge proving his palace affiliation glittered under the clear sky.

“Thank you.”

She got out of the carriage, giving a copper coin as a tip to the coachman who had been driving so well that day.

The palace magic workshop was made up of a single giant tree.

It is about 100m high, but its diameter is over 300m, so it looks like a bundle of vines rather than a tree.

The entrance was also made by taking advantage of a large, naturally split gap.

She entered the hall with a calm gait.

“Sereiraji, are you here?”

A handsome man with a neat appearance, but a wizard who didn’t look good in a cone-shaped hat, bowed politely to her.

He had both hands full of luggage.

Her day wasn’t the only one that started quickly.

Sereraji waved his hand with a strange feeling inside.

He was a man who graduated at the top of his class from the Imperial Magic Academy and entered the workshop of a 5th Circle Court Magician as an apprentice.

These days, they say they work so much that there are more days when they can’t even leave work.

The reason why I feel strange is because he was a promising talent who competed with me in various academic societies during my time at Matap.

After the ascension of Jaylilith, when Sereraji was thrown into the red-light district, he graduated and became an apprentice to the court magician.

And while he was organizing reagents in someone else’s workshop, Sereraji had become a full-fledged court magician who had been granted his own workshop.

A court wizard who can use the remaining budget and time however he wants as long as he faithfully completes the research given by the Emperor or the Chief Court Wizard.

“Let’s go together. It’s the workshop next door. I’ll listen.”

As I became more relaxed, I also began to feel more accepted.

“I don’t know where to put myself thanks to the grace of the Lord of the Workshop.”

The man expressed his exaggerated gratitude, and Sereraji handed him the bag of reagents the man was holding.

The two entered the large cage installed in the center of the hall and pulled the lever down.

There were eight cages in total, set up in an octagonal shape, and this was the elevator that went up and down the workshop.

The cage slowly descended down the vertical shaft with a squeaking sound.

“Did you say that the underground structure here was built by dwarves?”

“Yes. We dug tunnels and corridors in advance to guide the tree roots in which direction and in what shape.”

“This tree is a seed given by the elves?”

“It is said to be the seed of the most sacred tree after the World Tree. I shouldn’t say that in front of His Highness the Grand Duke, but in fact, it wasn’t given away, it was taken away. No, it wasn’t something I should have said in front of His Highness the Grand Duke.”

“Okay. It’s okay.”

“I heard that the magic tower was built by humans.”

“Yeah. The wizards built it with their slaves. They said it was true magic because the towers could be built without using mana. That place was nice too, but I think this place is cooler. It feels more wizard-like, doesn’t it?”

“I think so too.”

The court magic workshop used a huge, hollow tree as its entirety.

There were colorful, luminous flowers blooming here and there, so they were visible even though they were underground, and thanks to the ventilation holes here and there, it was refreshing even though it was deep underground.

With a thud, the cage stopped descending.

Sereraji pulled the lever down once more.

The floor where the two workshops were located was in the middle depth, and this floor was assigned differently according to the type of research, not skill or position.

Research and development related to erosion and magic were conducted in the deep lower layers, research and development related to magic tools were conducted in the shallow upper layers, and general magic research and development was conducted in the middle layers.

“We have to get assigned a floor.”

“yes.”

“Isn’t it right to divide it by how much equipment and reagents are needed?”

“Yes. Researching erosion or magic mirrors doesn’t require much equipment or reagents, since they study literature or magical tools imbued with the power of the ancient gods. On the other hand, those studying magical tools mostly just draw circuit parts. They were carrying around equipment, materials, and reagents like crazy. It was like asking for another cargo elevator.”

“That makes sense. It seems like you’ve gotten busier lately. When I came down just now, I saw that the lights in the workshop were still on.”

The man stuck out his tongue.

“Don’t be ridiculous. His Majesty the Emperor is literally squeezing the capital to install concentrated street lights.”

“Do you have a generous budget?”

“Everyone is getting a generous amount. Didn’t you get a raise recently?”

Sereraji nodded.

“Yeah. Thanks to that, I think I can get my cane right.”

“There is a rumor going around that Your Majesty is giving us all the gold coins he collected from taxes.”

“Then the kids upstairs will also be getting paid handsomely.”

“That’s not it.”

The man shook his head.

“why?”

“The budget is received per workshop, and its distribution is at the discretion of the workshop owner. If there is any budget left, you can buy your own staff or start the research you want to do, but we do not raise your salary.”

Sereraji looked at him with pity.

“you also?”

The man was silent for a moment.

In the soft darkness, only my shoulders were moving up and down.

Sereraji hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“Would you like to come to my workshop? I think I need to take on one disciple. It’ll be a lot of annoying work, but I won’t make you do all the annoying and difficult work.”

The man, who had a puzzled expression for a moment, slowly shook his head.

“The current map wizard is someone I have admired since my school days. It’s hard, but it’s something I wanted to do. It’s okay.”

“Okay, I know. I actually knew you’d say that. I know you won’t come, but I’ll always save a spot for you.”

They were magicians, people who enjoyed the uniqueness of dealing with their own mysteries.

Sereraji made me feel a little closer to him.

Soon the two headed to their respective workshops.

The vine door slid open, and at Sereraji’s gesture, flowers on the ceiling bloomed, illuminating the workshop with soft light.

“meow.”

A plump, horned cat cavorted at her feet.

She smiled with satisfaction and checked the grimoire she had returned with open yesterday.

It wasn’t a house in the forest, but it was a workshop in a tree, and they even had a cat.

When I became a big shot, I definitely wanted to hire a cat person as my assistant.

“I love it!”

The cat cried as if asking to be looked at.

“Why, huh?”

Soon she discovered a face she could not forget.

A handsome man with dazzling blond hair, Valencianus, lay in the middle of the workshop.

* * *

“No. How on earth did you get here at this hour? I almost got shot with lightning.”

“I heard that the Minister of Finance asked me to deliver a royal edict to you when I told him I was going to visit my older sister today.”

“The Minister of Finance?”

“I read it roughly and it seems like they’re going to give you a generous investment, so can’t they shorten the term a bit more? That’s what they’re saying.”

Sereraji let out a deep sigh.

“Yeah. We can cut down on the time with our budget, but-.”

“Anyway, I relayed that to the upstairs workshop owners and came down here. I thought you’d be with the battle mages upstairs, but you weren’t?”

Valencian raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Because before the regression he knew, Sereraji was the best battle magician among battle magicians.

A warlock who flies through the sky like a bird on a broomstick and drops lightning.

He was an outstanding combat magician who could even be called a magic swordsman, as he had mastered swordsmanship to the level of a sword user.

“His Majesty said he would assign me to that area right away if I wanted, but I’ll just focus on research and development for the next few years. My hands and tongue have become stiff during that time, so my retrieval speed has slowed down a lot.”

“Do you want to do research too?”

“Yeah. I haven’t even looked at it for a year.”

Sereraji stroked the grimoires with a look of regret.

Valencian said, glancing over her desk.

“Then do you want to go buy a cane together? I also need to buy something at the Magic Tower, but I think if I go with you, they’ll give it to me.”

“A staff? Yes. I was thinking of buying some reagents and other things anyway. Let’s go together.”

* * *

The walls surrounding the Imperial capital, Soletarion, were almost perfectly circular.

However, if you look down on the capital from the sky, you will notice a large, semicircular projection next to the western gate.

It has been an autonomous region of Matap since the empire was founded.

High-ranking officials of the capital, big shots of the red-light district, feudal lords in the capital, and luxurious nobles of the court all took off their hats or dismounted from their horses to show their respect when entering the place.

Where carriages pulled by undead horses roam the streets, golems reattach themselves to build new stone houses, cats bigger than tigers leap through the crowds and escape, and witches in conical hats run after the sound of bells, apologizing to those around them.

“wow……!”

Rudy was entranced as he watched colorful water gushing from fountains, colorful paper birds flying through the sky, and musical instruments moving on their own in the streets to play exciting music.

The city of magicians, where even the great nobles could not obtain goods, was too expensive for her, who was from a fallen lower class of nobility.

‘It’s been a while.’

Valencian bit his lip as he looked at the borough that was still uninhabited.

I vividly recalled the moment when all the eccentrics in search of the truth declared that they had found the truth in the realm of the devil and the other world, and brought forth dozens of ancient evil gods.

Sereraji smiled brighter than ever and blended into the scenery.

“I’m back.”

She, who had been addicted to alcohol, drugs and gambling, was not there.

It was as if the entire past year had been cut and pasted together.

“Valencianus. Let’s go quickly. There’s a potion shop I know well.”

“From there? Wouldn’t it be better to stop by on the way back after buying a cane?”

“Ah, hurry up!”

“Mr. Valen. Let’s go. You said you wanted to go.”

Rudy gently pushed Valencianus’ back.

She could sense that Sereraji was having a lot of fun.

I had to tell the young master, who thoughtlessly pursued route efficiency, that that wasn’t the case.

“Okay, let’s go!”

He smiled and walked away.

However, despite the lively start, Sereraji headed to the northwest of the Ivory Tower, which was blocked from light all day by the tower and walls.

The singing grew distant, the air grew chilly, and the streets became increasingly crowded with people with their faces hidden by robe hoods.

Rudy saw the paper bird on the floor and spoke in a crawling voice.

“Aren’t there a lot of pretty stores in front of me?”

Sereraji shook her head firmly.

“They say that in places where you do business with the noble ladies who come to visit, you can’t get what you want just by using a bowl. Besides, since I use lightning magic, the reagents are rare and expensive.”

Valencian asked.

“Then is this the place you’ve been coming from for a long time?”

“Yeah. This area is where they do business with the ivory tower students. Students and lower-level magicians sometimes secretly sell the results of their completed assignments or experiments, so sometimes good magic tools come up for sale.”

“Don’t the people high up in the ivory tower know what I just said?”

“I recommend it. As a wizard, there is nothing more important than keeping your master’s secret.”

“Without your teacher knowing?”

Rudy simply could not understand what kind of thinking went into arriving at such a conclusion.

But Valencian and Sereraji nodded and called the shopkeeper.

“Come here!”

Sereraji winked at the shopkeeper, who seemed to recognize her, with her blue eyes and put her index finger in front of her lips.

“fizzle.”

There she bought cobwebs, powdered crystals, the best flint, refined oil, hides of oxen, alligators, and oaks, dusted silver, and silver spun into thin threads and wound on spools.

“That too.”

“That’s not available right now. There aren’t many properties for sale these days.”

“I’ve heard that from you ten times since I was a cadet in the ivory tower, and it’s always been like that, hasn’t it?”

“Everyone bought a lot of them to prepare for the midterm exams… … .”

Sereraji began to recite the order.

The owner ran screaming into the inner storage room and came out with something wrapped in rubber and incense.

Rudy asked in horror as he saw smoke rising.

“What is that?”

“The horn of a blue drake.”

“It’s the best reagent for lightning magic. How much does it cost? Since I’m buying it with Your Majesty’s money, please write down a receipt.”

The owner said, writing down the price on a piece of paper.

“The total is forty-three gold coins, three silver coins, and eight copper coins. I will take out the copper coins.”

When Rudy heard the sum of 43 gold coins, his eyes widened as if he was about to faint.

It was an amount equivalent to four years’ salary.

But Sereraji paid the price without any hesitation.

Rudy muttered in amazement.

“A cool older sister with lots of money.”

Sereraji smiled and shook her head.

She was only a year older than Rudy.

“Valencian. What are you looking for? Ask if it’s here.”

“I’ll stop by again on my way out. If I fail, I won’t need that magic tool anymore.”

“Failure? Stealing something?”

“No. Threaten.”

Rudy blinked, thinking he had misheard.

“Yes? Lord Valen. What did you just say?”

“Threats? No. Why are you threatening me when I’m here? I’ll sell you anything.”

Sereraji thought it was a joke and laughed, shrugging his shoulders.

“I think so, but what I’m looking for right now is something special.”

“What are you looking for?”

“Ma-chon.”

“crazy.”

Sereraji’s face hardened.

The magic gun was not even supplied to the imperial palace and was an item used only within the Ivory Tower.

To begin with, there were few people who knew of its existence.

“Yeah, that’s going to be a bit difficult. So what are you planning to threaten with? I’d like to hear it.”

As we left the store and headed towards the west gate of the Ivory Tower, Sereraji asked.

Valencian whispered softly in her ear.

It was loud enough for Rudy to hear.

It was clear that he was telling me to listen.

“Did you know that a while ago, the nib of the Ulgrim quill went missing and then Lord Tentia came looking for it?”

“I’ve heard of it. It happened when I was still at the casino.”

“The mastermind behind trying to steal that is the Ivory Tower.”

Rudy wondered how Valen knew such things and why he had to hear such things, but eventually gave up on thinking about it.