How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 47

How to live as a tyrant’s spoiled brat, episode 46

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The back alley of the Learning Street, which borders the Magic Street, was a den that even the guards did not want to visit.

This is because, if I was not careful, I could have been beaten up by hundreds of angry students.

The buildings, each more than five stories high, were built tightly together to accommodate even a single additional room, and were intricately intertwined with illegally constructed buildings, basements, and secret passageways.

One evening, just as darkness was falling, the front door of one of the buildings opened and about thirty students filed out.

“check?”

“check.”

“No problem.”

Although they were all different in their academy affiliations, grades, genders, names, and lives, they were all illegitimate children of the royal family.

Sometimes as sponsored orphans, sometimes as the adopted daughters of some country noble, they learned magic at the academy thanks to their natural bloodline.

Among them were some faces that other students would never have imagined if they saw them.

They all hid the royal blood flowing in their bodies, pretended to be hard workers, and lived as elites of the magic department.

“Damn. Life was going so well.”

“The professor said he would write a letter of recommendation for the Planetes writers this time.”

“I was also one step away from becoming an ivory tower exchange student.”

“Hold on. But life is the most important thing.”

They packed only the bare necessities in their bags: expensive reagents, fake IDs, books of magic, and cash.

“What do you think would be a good way to do this?”

“Isn’t it too big to take?”

“No. I’ll definitely take it. It’s something you can’t buy even for a thousand pieces of gold.”

“Ban, who is their leader, spoke with Jin.

Ban had wildly messy orange hair and a black piercing in his earlobe, and on his finger he wore a ring with two tentacles intertwined in it.

The object they were talking about was a single volume of grimoire, a book about a span thick, bound in leather with stains that looked like a human face no matter how you looked at it, and it was so heavy that it was difficult to lift it by one person.

But half of it was wrapped in wax paper and carried lightly.

Gulp, blue and purple flashed from his wrists and forearms.

Jin, who was looking at it with a bad look, approached it with brisk strides.

“Half. Shouldn’t we scrap that?”

Her blue eyes were cool under her ashen hair.

“why?”

“That’s why the royal family is chasing us. An encounter with the old ones. There’s no need for us to create an excuse to punish them with our own hands, right?”

“This is not an excuse to torture us, but a power that will allow us to live. Hasn’t everyone been able to live comfortably until now thanks to this power?”

Jin shook his head without even looking at the other students’ reactions.

“I lived a life of enjoyment. I memorized in one hour what others would study for five hours. Isn’t it okay to live a life of enjoyment to that extent?”

Ban shook his head firmly.

Her green eyes were cool under her orange hair.

“It can be more special, so why stop?”

Jin let out a small sigh.

“Isn’t what we want a normal life and the power to achieve it?”

Half of them made exaggerated gestures.

“What’s wrong? All of a sudden. Didn’t you get top grades in all three majors last semester? What kind of ordinary is that? Are you scared because you fought Valencianus today? Don’t be like that, buddy. Today, we’re going to leave the capital, and go to another kingdom to eat well and live well. With the title of court magician.”

Only then did Jin look around.

Dozens of pairs of eyes with subtle malice were looking at him.

Among them were several who wore entangled tentacle rings.

‘Since when?’

Feeling uneasy, Jin debated whether to draw his sword.

That half-opened magic book was the most forbidden of forbidden books.

It is said that it is faster to offer an offering to the old and receive the new book directly than to obtain it from somewhere else.

“Let’s go for now.”

“Okay. I should go. But there are too many people.”

“huh?”

Ban laughed bitterly.

“I told the red-light district that I was going out of town, so there were fifteen people there.”

Gulp!

The next moment, Ban’s right hand transformed into a long tentacle and shot out.

He wrapped his arms around a student’s body like a snake, pulling him along and squeezing him violently.

“Ahhhhhhh!”

Not a single drop of blood flowed from its body, but was sucked into the beak-like mouth inside the suction cups attached to the tentacles.

At the same time, all the students wearing the rings mutated their hands and heads into blue and purple tentacles and targeted the students next to them.

“crazy!”

“These little bastards!”

“Ahhhhh!”

The bastards all fought back with swords drawn or spells chanted, but their momentum was already broken.

Jin drew his sword and cut off one of the flying tentacles, breaking out in a cold sweat.

“shit.”

‘Was it a trap from the start?’

Ban approached him with his mouth wide open.

“Jin. Come here. Let’s go together.”

His tongue grew infinitely long, and two tentacles entangled at the end, forming a ring.

“Take it.”

A voice so firm and irresistible flowed from within my vocal cords.

Jin gritted his teeth and took a step back.

“Then, I guess there’s nothing I can do.”

Ban laughed bitterly.

Once again his arms mutated into giant tentacles.

and.

“A lightning strike that hardens and pushes away!”

Phagec!

A blue lightning bolt shot out from between the alleys, sending Ban flying.

“I knew this would happen.”

Jin hurriedly turned around at the voice he heard during the day.

Brilliant platinum hair slicked back, and greedy eyes contrasting with her pale cheeks.

A man wearing a white uniform with gold embroidery and smiling arrogantly, wielding a long sword.

Valencianus.

“Come on, burn the enemy. … … Don’t die, just roll around a little.”

The wizard’s voice rang out once more, and then a blue lightning flashed across Valencianus’ sword.

He raised his sword and shouted.

“Everyone, raise both hands and bow down.”

The mutated illegitimate students of the imperial family and the students of the imperial family who fought against them both had expressions of defeat.

They already knew from their intelligence that Valencian had fought with the saint against the followers of Abadonion and had won.

“shit.”

“That little punk, all the way from the red-light district!”

“Kill them! We have the advantage in numbers!”

“What the hell are you talking about! Run away, the guards are coming! You have to survive.”

Valencian flew into the midst of the flustered, disoriented bastard sons.

* * *

Vastatin watched the brawl unfolding before his eyes and let out a sigh.

“Ahhhhh!”

“I’ll tie your necks together with this and drag you to the palace! Hahahaha!”

Valencianus was just pulling out the tongue of one of his mutated bastards.

He too was a member of that group of illegitimate children helping each other, but he had no idea that such a mutation was taking place.

Sereraji, who was hiding between the buildings, gently pushed his back with his cane.

“Keep your distance. If they come this way, you’ll have to be my shield.”

“From the beginning… … did you know it would turn out like this?”

Sereraji shook her head.

But ironically, no negative words came out of her mouth.

“There are a lot of people in this world who think that if they can do something, they can do it.”

“I have nothing to say. I also thought that I could live a normal life.”

“But most people interpret that as meaning that if you can start, you can do it. In fact, if you can, it means you can finish it.”

“Is that how it is interpreted?”

Sereraji fired another lightning strike, knocking down the bastards who were aiming for Valencianus’ back, and then created spike-like thorns from the ground, piercing the bastards’ feet and knocking them down.

“If you can, then do it. That’s the logic of our wizards.”

The logic of wizards, a statement that contained many meanings.

“That’s not something an ordinary illegitimate child who doesn’t want to be tied down by things like royal bloodlines would say.”

“That’s right. Ordinary? That’s ridiculous. We were special from the moment we were born.”

She muttered dreamily.

“I wish I could just enjoy it.”

Phage crackle!

Sereraji fired a wide blast of electricity, knocking down several of the bastards who were running towards them.

Vastatin sighed deeply.

“These are difficult times.”

“You are seeing why with your own eyes right now.”

Vastatin could only nod.

Just then, Valencian struck off the head of one of the particularly mutated bastards with his lightning-quick sword, setting the cut end ablaze before a second head could sprout.

“Where do these filthy filthy bastards come from! Get out of His Majesty’s territory immediately! I will rip out all your intestines while you are still alive, hang them on a rock, and let the vultures and crows eat them!”

Vastatin sighed deeply.

“It’s all our karma. How were we supposed to live?”

Sereraji responded with an unusually serious expression.

“A wizard must dream. He must live looking up at the sky. But… … Sometimes, he must return to reality and look at his feet.”

There was no need to say that it was a story from experience.

“In the end, it comes down to immersion and responsibility.”

“Yes. If you want to be recognized as useful, you have to immerse yourself and build up your skills, and if you want to be recognized as harmless, you have to take responsibility.”

Gurrrrrrururuk!

Their brief conversation ended with that huge sound.

Valencian, who had just stabbed another bastard in the neck, screamed.

“Sister! I think we’re all going to die!”

* * *

Valencianus dragged away the line that was trying to rush at Ban.

“Run away now! You fu*king pasta-filled little shit! Do you think you can beat that?”

“Scalar has been eaten! We have to save him!”

“You want to be eaten together with him! That guy is getting stronger by eating yellow blood. If you get eaten too, it will only make him stronger.”

Half of it was mutating.

Large and small purple tentacles sprouted from the legs, arms, and crown of the head.

“Ahh!”

“Save me!”

He wrapped his tentacles around them, indiscriminately, whether they were the bastards of fellow eroders or ordinary bastards, and swept them into his body.

The thickest tentacles sprouting from the crown of the head now reach three stories high.

Because two more would grow if one was cut, Valencian, who had been blocking with the imperial sword technique ‘Immortal’, had to retreat in a hurry.

“Even if you hadn’t just tried to tear it in half, it wouldn’t have gotten that big!”

“Are you saying it’s my fault that he went berserk?”

“okay!”

Standing tall, Valencian stopped his hand from pulling out the jinn.

“?”

And then he pushed Jin upside down as if he was going to throw him at Ban.

“Huh, huh?”

“There’s no need to keep alive someone who will testify against me!”

“Ahhhhh!”

Jin was startled and swung his elbows and fists wildly.

Valencian chuckled and released Jin.

Thump, let’s roll on the floor with one last step, Jin desperately backed away while crawling on the floor.

Valencian laughed sadistically at the sight.

Although he would deny it, it was a smile that was just like his younger sister’s.

“If you tell him to step back, he tries to charge, and if you tell him to charge, he tries to step back. People are really interesting.”

Valencian knew that if a stage was set for people to play, no one would play.

Jin’s face turned bright red as he was completely ridiculed.

“Valentine!”

Sereraji came running with Vastatin at the forefront.

“Sister. Do you have any thoughts?”

“Do you think I’ve ever dealt with something like that?”

“Sister. Don’t you think about it?”

She rolled her eyes.

“You’re really nice to hear! Most of the tentacle-shaped, resilient old ones have a core. I think we’ll have to attack that core.”

“My fire isn’t enough. Can I burn him with lightning to reveal his core?”

Sereraji looked up at the cloudless, starry sky.

A bitter smile appeared on her lips.

“If you were to strike down lightning from the sky like today… … it would take about 30 minutes to cast. Can you hold out? No, you can’t.”

Valencian shook his head.

“At the rate it’s growing, there won’t be any more space left in 30 minutes. If you told me to catch a few bastards and they’ve destroyed the streets, I’d behead them even if I were His Majesty. I should’ve killed them before they mutated.”

Sereraji said, touching her forehead.

“Or there’s a way to destroy it from the inside. Something like poison.”

“poison?”

Valencian, Jin, and Sereraji all turned their gazes to Bastatin.

Vastatin said with a cheerful smile.

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“I am just an ordinary pharmacist.”

Valencianus raised his sword as if to cut off his neck, but Sererazie stopped him and recited a clear chant.

“Isn’t this your chance to live as an ordinary pharmacist?”

“!”

Vastatin looked as if he had been hit in the back of the head with a hammer.

Blood and responsibility, he sighed deeply, his eyes glowing yellow, his arms covered in scales.

And then he ran out, producing a yellow-green smoke.