How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 34

How to live as a tyrant’s spoiled brat, episode 33

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As soon as he entered the ivory tower, Sereraji received many stares.

“In Sereraji?”

“Your Highness!”

“long time no see!”

“I’m sorry. Even though I knew how you lived all this time… …!”

Even the people at the reception desk came out to ask about the situation, express their concern, and say hello.

There were even some who tried to pass the news on to their teachers.

She barely managed to calm them down and tell them that she had come to buy a walking stick.

The sorcerers guided the three into the inner elevator, where she expertly manipulated the glowing ancient script on the stone walls and breathed mana into them.

The elevator started moving with a whooshing sound.

“haha.”

She covered her face with one hand and let out a joyful exclamation.

Everything was familiar.

The scenery that comes into view, and the eyes of the people there.

It’s always fun to be around like-minded people.

“Your Highness the Grand Duke of Sereraji. May I ask what you just did?”

Then a voice broke her thoughts.

“Ah, Rudy, you can’t read. You’re an elf. Circle magic was created by elves, so most grimoires are written in elvish. What I just did was say I wanted to go up to the 60th floor.”

She answered kindly, as befitting a special sorceress.

“The 60th floor?”

“The ivory tower has 100 floors. It’s 500 meters high. Isn’t it high?”

“500m?!”

Rudy looked down at his feet in horror.

“Then… how does this work?”

“A well-woven wind magic circle is permanently engraved on it. Just blow mana into it and it will move on its own.”

“wow.”

Sereraji returned to reality as she watched Rudy in awe and Valencianus silently nodding with anxious eyes.

Unfortunately, she didn’t come here to return to the ivory tower.

Her half-brother Valencian was thinking of getting the gun from the ivory tower.

‘No matter what kind of blackmail material you bring, he won’t listen to it. That’s our fault. But then again, who knows where this guy might run off to. The kid in the next workshop said there was a big commotion at Wyvernpit yesterday… … . Could it be from here?’

I didn’t even bother asking if Valencian had any secrets or evidence.

The wizards of the ivory tower were not the ones to care about such things.

The person she is looking for now is even more so.

Give it a try and see if it hurts.

I couldn’t say that I didn’t have that kind of feeling.

but.

‘You wouldn’t suddenly stab me in the stomach with a sword and then turn it around and say, ‘I’ll pull you out if you sell me a gun!’ right?

The answer that it wouldn’t happen in my heart didn’t come out.

So that was the problem.

As the full-body plate armor inscribed with magical circuits developed, the doctrines of battle mages also changed.

Now, no amount of magic could penetrate the armor and inflict fatal wounds.

Therefore, battle magicians were usually accustomed to using powerful area-of-effect magic from a distance, while being escorted by soldiers and knights.

‘The Master… was a Warlock?’

Even a battle mage would be like that, but a normal mage would be pierced as soon as the knight draws his sword.

And as far as she knew, Valencianus was a skilled swordsman who had defeated the Platinum Knights and learned swordsmanship from Tentia.

“ah.”

Sereraji frowned and became irritated at the unfamiliar worries.

It’s always been unpleasant to think about anything other than magic.

So, when I got off the elevator and heard those words, I was late in reacting.

“Maids are not allowed to enter.”

“what?”

“Please wait in the lobby, maid.”

A wizard who looked to be about her age stood in front of the door, his wand resting on the floor.

Since I don’t remember him, he must have been a nobody or a new prospect who came in within the past year.

And the Master will use anyone who is worthless as a test subject, so it must be a promising newcomer who has come in over the past year.

Sereraji first looked to see if Valencian would draw his sword first, then clicked his tongue and said.

“Rudy is also of noble birth.”

“Senior, you know this, right? Here, worldly status has no meaning. Only wizards can enter the Wizard’s Tower.”

Rudy didn’t want him to fight because of him.

“Mr. Valen, I’ll wait outside. There’s a sofa here, so it’s okay.”

But at the words that followed, even she had no choice but to try hard to suppress the distorted expression on her face.

“This is not the lobby, it’s the first floor lobby.”

The wizard spoke with a face that never lost its smile.

“You should have taken the stairs, but since you came with Senior Sereraji, I will specially hold the elevator for you.”

In Sereraji, Valencianus saw his face distorted.

As a member of the royal family, this time she understood his anger.

Treating a maid like this was tantamount to disrespecting the person who brought the maid.

“How dare a wizard-!”

“majesty!”

As Valencianus was about to reach for the sword at his waist, Rudi grabbed his arm with all his might.

“Your Majesty, it’s fine. I’ve been wanting to come here anyway, so I’ll just wander around the streets.”

“Rudy. Let go.”

“Give me a few hours off.”

“what?”

It was something I had never expected.

Sereraji, the wizard at the entrance, and Valencian all looked puzzled.

Looking at that expression, the only non-magician in the place spoke.

“His Majesty Valen is working, His Majesty Sereraji is working, and that wizard is working, so wouldn’t it be best if I were the only one on vacation? If you come with me next time, um. I’ll find a place to go then.”

Valencian said through gritted teeth.

Sereraji could see that he was suppressing his anger.

“Only play on bright, wide streets, be careful of pickpockets, and wear all of this.”

He handed Rudy three gold coins.

“Is this… … money that can be spent in one day?”

Rudy answered like that.

The wizard at the entrance laughed, but Sereraji did not.

Would you have laughed in the past?

I don’t know.

I didn’t really want to think about it.

* * *

The room was spacious and luxurious.

Unlike the exterior walls, which were made entirely of white marble, there were red jewels and silver decorations here and there, giving them a soft glow.

“A good walking stick isn’t made and sold in an ivory tower?”

“Have you ever seen a knight make and sell a magic sword or a holy sword?”

“Now that I hear it like that, I can understand it better.”

“But sometimes, there are knights who try to make the sword they want themselves. At least by procuring the materials or something.”

“yes.”

We sat on the soft sofa and chatted while waiting for the master of this room, the archmage.

I didn’t feel comfortable entering a room where there was no owner, but considering the worst-case scenario, I thought it was okay.

“That’s the same for us. Usually, you can buy a walking stick with money, but for anything more than that, you have to go out and buy it.”

“Then most of the named wands… … ”

“Usually, the wizard who needs it will procure the materials and have the magical tool craftsman make it custom-made.”

“What kind of material is that, like a jewel or a tree branch?”

“huh.”

“And usually, you don’t come looking for a precious cane that someone else has made.”

A red lightning flashed through the air and a high-pitched soprano voice was heard.

I recognized the magic at a glance.

It was a top-level movement magic that allowed one to run through the sky riding on lightning, boasting mobility comparable to the now-practical teleportation.

I looked up and saw a woman sitting on the sofa facing me.

Her attire was so extravagant that she looked more like a first-class fashion designer than a wizard.

Her silky, glossy hair was as red as wine, and her eyes were hidden by the net of her large, feathered hat.

She wore a deep, flowing, glossy navy dress over a long, black silk dress that was faintly transparent, and a shawl made of gray wolf fur draped over her shoulders.

In his left hand he held a staff, made of black metal with a fist-sized garnet embedded in it.

“It’s been a year. Sereraji.”

As she greeted him warmly, Serena stood up from her seat.

In a panic, I also got up and bent down.

“Master Gestarte. A worthless student has come to see you after a long time.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.”

I gritted my teeth again as I watched the moment of the priest’s meeting.

So as not to be pressured.

I had met her in a past life too.

At that time, I was in my forties, but the woman in front of me had the same appearance then as she does now.

Although he is called Gestarter, his name, origin, and age are unknown.

He served as the greatest practitioner of the Lightning School, and after steadfastly pursuing the truth of Lightning, he offered his body and soul to an ancient god who resembled a giant snake and was consumed.

Even Jaylilith was quite a classic, as it was a vessel that could sufficiently contain the old gods.

I too was hit by red lightning about thirty times in a row and almost burned to death.

“Did you come to get the cane?”

“yes.”

“You answer well.”

Gestarte waved his hand, laughing bitterly.

Drawers along one wall opened in a row and wands rose into the air.

I couldn’t tell exactly what was different about those wands, but Sereraji ran towards them, gold and silver glittering.

“I will watch. It seems His Highness the Grand Duke has something to say to me.”

“yes!”

Gestarte and I both smiled faintly at the sight of this person not caring at all.

“That’s a normal reaction from a wizard.”

“I think it’s an abnormal reaction for a human being. Shouldn’t one of us be worried?”

“Don’t worry. You only have to worry about yourself. There is no one in this world who can overwhelm me, except for your sister.”

“You? Your sister? Well, I suppose that’s me, but I didn’t know there was someone in the world who called His Majesty the Emperor that.”

Gestarte shook her head.

“I respect you as a wizard. Not as an emperor.”

I said in a cool voice.

“It’s disrespectful.”

“You must have heard from my new disciple when you came in. In this place, worldly titles are meaningless. To be precise, everything in this world is meaningless. We are the ones chosen by blood and destiny, and we are the ones who have been chosen by destiny. We are special.”

“After all that, don’t you like gold too much?”

“We do not covet worldly things. We are only paid for them because you consider them important. I admit that. It is more convenient to interact with society. Division of labor is efficient. However, it is only a means to pursue the truth more efficiently.”

I understood what she meant.

But there was a pretty deep gap between understanding and acceptance.

He took a deep breath and said with a sarcastic laugh.

“But why do you steal?”

It was a word that sounded like a fireball exploding.

“thievery?”

“Automatic writing, the nib of a pen that cries. Isn’t that too worldly an action to say that you don’t covet worldly things?”

A moment of convulsion appeared on Gestarte’s face.

Sereraji, who had been swinging his staff excitedly from behind, turned to look at me.

Her face was distorted with an expression as if she had fallen from the clouds to the ground.

“Don’t say you don’t know. Didn’t you twist the pot by asking for it several times? Don’t say you don’t know. Aren’t you a senior in the Tower? If you knew, you should join, but if you didn’t know, you’re incompetent.”

I said, suppressing a little guilt at the thought of blaming her loved one.

“That’s a long story. It looks like you have some demands.”

Gestarte hit the nail on the head.

“Sell me a magic gun.”

I brought up the main topic I had been waiting for.

“No. That’s our stuff.”

And was coolly rejected.

“Then I will report to Your Majesty.”

“Even if it’s Jaylilith, I don’t think it’ll go head-on with the Ivory Tower.”

That was only half true.

I said with a grin.

“There is no need to confront the ivory tower head-on.”

“what?”

“Gestarte, you alone are worthy of being named. You don’t expect the ivory tower to unite and fight together, do you? How could dreamers who are so busy pursuing their own truth that they have cut ties with the secular world do that?”

“you.”

“It was the same when my sister was dragged to the palace by Sereraji a year ago. Once you’re in, you can’t leave. This is war. If you had declared that, I would have sent you to the ivory tower, even if it was just like going to school. If you had gritted your teeth and persuaded the elders, at least my sister wouldn’t have gone to the red-light district.”

I rebuked him sharply.

I was briefly moved to tears as I recalled the end of Sereraji before his return.

He wasn’t the kind of person who should die in a place like that.

“These indifferent and selfish people.”

“you……!”

A red flame flew from Gestarte’s forehead.

Unlike the wise men in old tales, the personalities of magicians were usually very different from dogs.

Those who could change reality if they didn’t like it didn’t need to compromise with those around them.

I watched her movements as I drew up my mana.

The opponent was an electric magician with at least 6 circles, and if he had learned something other than circle magic, he would be very strong.

Then a blue electricity flashed behind me.

“Master.”

Sereraji, who had picked up a cane, was standing behind me.

* * *

Sereraji looked at her dear teacher with a terrible headache.

It was a headache that came from thinking about things other than magic.

I knew it.

It’s not that she didn’t try her best to protect herself.

Sereraji closed his eyes tightly and opened them again.

“It’s been a long year, Master.”

A shadow fell over her face, one eye sparkling, the other dull and sunken.

“okay.”

“A magician is someone who dreams, pursues, and longs.”

“yes.”

“I. I was just looking at the sky, and when I came to my senses, I was in a well.”

Gestarte said nothing.

“I live to dream, but to dream, I think I have to see what’s beneath my feet.”

Just quietly listen to what the old disciple says.

“But Master, even if you fall into a well and die, you won’t wake up.”

“That’s a good analogy.”

“I will look under the Master’s feet, under the ivory tower.”

You can’t see the forest for the trees.

Now, Sereraji was not a man of the ivory tower.

So I could see the ivory tower.

She still had affection for her hometown.

A hometown that I can no longer return to.

“You can’t dream with only one eye closed.”

Gestarte did not nod.

But Sereraji did not back down.

“I am a royal and a wizard. Like it or not, I am both.”

My head hurt like crazy.

“I have been given a workshop by Your Majesty. I will become the best magician in the court. As a court magician from the Ivory Tower. I will represent both. I will be the bridge that conveys the words of the Ivory Tower to the Imperial Family.”

“It will definitely collapse and break down. One person cannot belong to two places.”

“I began to suspect that maybe I didn’t really belong anywhere.”

Gestarte closed her mouth.

“I think it would be more enjoyable to believe that it wasn’t like that.”

“If you try to go down two paths at the same time… … .”

“That is my dream from today. It is the goal I pursue and yearn for.”

The elder of the Lightning School sighed after hearing his disciple’s declaration.

“… … Your half-siblings have a knack for changing topics when they pick a moment that is advantageous to them.”

Sereraji looked at Valencianus.

Valencian shrugged.

She understood his intentions anew.

It was creepy because it seemed like it would be quite enjoyable to just do it.

“You said you had a feeling that you didn’t belong anywhere?”

“okay.”

“Prove that suspicion wrong. With a shotgun.”

“Is a cane not enough?”

“You have convinced the Ivory Tower disciples, so you must convince the Imperial Court Magician as well.”