How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 53

How to live as a tyrant’s spoiled brat Episode 52

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We swam in the middle of the canal and exchanged blows while the night watchmen’s lanterns decorated the quiet streets.

“You are the one sinking in the water today.”

Lancia growled fiercely.

Snap, I put all my strength into the hand holding the dagger and completely severed the bastard’s spine.

From the moment he used the syringe, I was secretly convinced that I would be able to seize the opportunity in a one-on-one situation.

There were two main ways to forcibly consume an opponent: the first was to destroy their spirit and consume them, and the second was to inject the consumer’s spinal fluid or blood into their body.

The second method had a lower success rate, but it worked well for the royal family, who were all brothers and sisters.

… … It was a method mainly used by weak invaders who could not break their opponent’s spirit.

“You. You didn’t receive that much strength, did you?”

As soon as I whispered in his ear, his body froze.

Without missing the gap, I grabbed the bastard tightly with my left hand and slowly swung my limbs away from the lattice gate.

It would be fun to sink the guy in the water, but the canal was not where I wanted to end my day.

“Even if you served the Old Ones who could hide their power well, it would have been difficult to hide the fact that you were an invader within the palace. Your strength would not have been strength, but also meanness.”

“Valencian!”

A voice full of anger sent ripples through the water.

“But didn’t you say you had already lost everything? That was a lie. You wanted revenge, but you were really afraid of losing everything?”

Since a while ago, the bastard has only been mutating both arms.

Rather than just having the same monster inside with only the arms mutated, the torso remained completely human.

So there was a spine that could be broken.

I wish things would change faster.

“If you think about what happens after you get revenge, you won’t be able to do anything like revenge.”

The bastard gritted his teeth.

I pulled out the dagger I had stuck in his spine and tried to stab it again between his ribs.

He was swimming with his left arm and holding me back with his right arm.

“Is the patty given by the Emperor that sweet?”

The bastard was struggling.

Even though I was pouring out my mana without sparing any effort, I was barely able to hold out.

But to him, it would feel like the eroder himself wasn’t even able to lift a finger no matter how hard he tried.

“Yes. It was sweet enough to defy humanity, natural law, and time.”

I stabbed the dagger into the bastard’s side.

In an instant, the bastard’s eyes lit up with a purple light.

The sharp dagger slipped through the tough flesh, unable to penetrate it.

“ah.”

Choaaaaaaah!

The next moment, I was lifted into the sky, my legs caught by the creature’s mutated tentacles.

Looking at the distance from the water, it seemed to be about 5 meters high.

“This fu*king… … !”

Splash! Splash! Splash!

The bastard tossed me around in the water.

I tried not to drink the water and captured the moment when my body was heading south of the river.

I absolutely had to go that way.

There was a place I had to go.

There was a way to quickly overcome the backlash that would come after taking the desperate measure of purging all the royal family members who had great nobles on their maternal side.

wickedness!

I wrapped the mana blade around my dagger and cut off the tentacles.

My body, which had risen to the surface with a bang, fell onto the railing at the edge of the canal south of the river.

There was a loud crash as the railing broke, but fortunately no bones seemed to be broken.

I staggered to my feet and rubbed my legs, which were sore from the shock.

“Yeah. If you think about it, you can’t take revenge.”

Lancia came this way.

Although its face remained humanoid, its size grew to that of an ogre.

There were several thin, long tentacles growing from the nape of its neck and back, and the one that threw me seemed to be one of them.

“Are you satisfied now, Valencian? If you had let me escape, you would not have died here.”

“I’d rather die here than let a quick-witted brat like you run away.”

I answered like that and turned around and started running towards the central dock.

“Run away! You made me like this and then ran away!”

I turned my head and looked into the eyes of the man who had lost the light of reason.

“Congratulations on your ugly transformation. You finally have a face that matches your soul. You were a failure after all. That power is not something that someone like you can handle.”

Provocation was an essential part of a scoundrel’s etiquette.

Of course, for me, who had not reached the level before the regression, it was not very pleasant to call someone a failure.

But it was true that Lanchea’s soul was like that.

“There’s nothing you can’t say! I’ll pull that tongue out!”

The bastard followed me, shouting strange, angry cries.

* * *

“Valen, you’re coming this way again? Driving along the road next to the southern canal, huh? Erosioner?”

“Rudy. Don’t look. If you look straight at that, you might end up in the same situation.”

Sereraji frowned, took out a hand mirror, handed it to Rudy, cast a spell on the rebellious royal family, and looked at Valencianus, who was running away from the invader.

“You must have used that evil tongue to induce erosion again. What a rascal you are. To turn me into a monster and then kill me in peace.”

Tentia let out a sigh.

“Tentia. Shouldn’t we cross over? We’ll need four knights to deal with a monster of that size.”

Tentia opened her eyes wide and nodded.

“I think I should go, but not to protect His Majesty Valen, but to apologize.”

“What, ah.”

Sereraji, who had raised her head, also let out a sigh.

There was a cathedral right in front of the central pier.

There were priests and knights, cardinals and popes, and a new saint who had not yet appeared to the world.

“Valencianus. It can’t be done. How on earth are you going to handle the aftermath?”

Sereraji gritted his teeth and recited the spell.

Although the relationship between the wizard and the priest was not good, she also had an unconscious belief in the light.

“Oh my god. Lord Valen must be crazy.”

Rudy muttered in a lost voice and used his hand mirror to aim at the mutated Lancia.

To her, a devout believer, what Valencian was about to do was absolutely unacceptable.

“Get on the boat and go to the other side of the river right now! How can you not go even 60 meters?”

Tentia launched the boat, shouting at one of the oarsmen.

Phage, phage, phage!

The lightning shot by Sereraji stiffened the mutated Lancia’s ankles.

Taaang!

The bullet fired by Rudy pierced the side of the Lancer.

“majesty!”

Tentia has almost reached the dock on the south side of the canal.

“Kkieeeeeeeeee!”

Lancia howled, waving her tentacles.

A wave of mental shock spread, and Valencian staggered as if struck by a hammer and eventually fell to his knees.

The two oarsmen on the boat that Tentia was on lost their minds and offered up a prayer praising the old things, Rudy shed tears with a pale face, and the citizens of the area woke up and trembled or fell into terrible nightmares.

Some of them would never wake up, and some would wake up and have different beliefs.

And then the main doors of the cathedral flew open.

“No!”

“Saint!”

“Let go. How can I sit still when there is a giant rising from the abyss over there?”

Valencian looked up at him, gasping for breath.

“Saint.”

His facial features are dark and deep, as befitting a man, his jet-black hair is so black that it looks like a clump of slightly curly hair, and his eyes are also black, as if they are eating up light.

The body shape that changed overnight after receiving the blessing is like a masterpiece that a craftsman spent decades perfecting, and the muscles that are split like grapes between the hems of the clothes are clear.

Black Saint Matthias, future condemned to be burned at the stake.

“His Highness the Grand Duke of Valencian?”

“You can’t call me a messenger anymore.”

Valencian treated Matteos with the respect second only to Jaerilis.

Your Holiness, meaning Pope, and Your Majesty, meaning Emperor, are titles of the same level, but in the religious order, a saint was considered a higher being than a Pope.

“Okay, I understand. No, I understand.”

“I know this is a sudden and unreasonable request, but would you be willing to help me, a lowly servant of the light, defeat this encroacher?”

“Defeat the invader, the strength I have received from the Lord. How can I retreat?”

“you…….”

Lancia was gritting her teeth and staggering at the mere appearance of the saint.

The roar that had just shaken the area seemed unbelievable.

There was a fiery hostility in Mateos’ eyes as he looked at him.

Valencian smiled as he watched the seeds of the condemned man grow luxuriantly.

“I am a jealous God; I will not tolerate you having other gods.”

“You! Child of Light!”

A voice that was not Lanchea’s came out through Lanchea’s mouth.

It seemed like thousands of people were speaking at the same time.

Even Valencianus and Tentia covered their ears and frowned.

But Mateos didn’t even blink an eye.

“I will discipline you and lead you in the right way, and I will discipline those who serve other gods so that they will not be corrupted by my children.”

A black halo appeared behind the Black Saint.

It was like looking at the sun during an eclipse.

Whoosh, the surrounding sounds suddenly became distorted and disappeared.

It seemed like a huge wind was blowing.

“I will discipline you and lead you in the right way, and I will discipline those who serve other gods so that they will not be corrupted by my children.”

Only the words of the saint were repeated and echoed, and as if those words were a whip, Lanchea staggered greatly.

Before I knew it, smoke was rising from the body, which was a mixture of blue and purple.

Every time the black halo roared and emitted a soft light, white flames burned and shriveled the bodies of the devourers.

Lancia rolled on the floor and cried.

“Valencian! I curse you! We will meet again. Then I will bring you, brother and sister, to your knees and tear your souls to pieces with my tentacles.”

Valencian answered, getting up unsteadily.

“My brother and I have donated a lot of money, so we will definitely go to heaven.”

Hearing those words, Black Saint Mateos and Lanchea both looked dumbfounded.

Soon, Lancia, who had returned to human size, collapsed helplessly, the black saint’s halo disappeared, and the sound returned to the surroundings.

“Your Majesty! What on earth have you done? Dragging the Encroacher to the Cathedral!”

After dealing with the two mutated thugs, Tentia, who had been waiting for the boat, came running in a hurry.

Inside the cathedral walls, knights in white armor and red cloaks surged forward and surrounded Valencian.

“Send him back.”

Despite Mateos’ words, the knights remained steadfast.

“I will personally go to His Majesty the Emperor, no, the Emperor himself, and ask him about today’s events. So, send the Grand Duke back.”

Only then did the knights throw Valencianus to Tentia.

Tentia supported him and they crossed the canal again and returned to the Gangbuk Pier.

“Are you crazy?”

As the bodies of the dead royals and the surviving royals were loaded onto wagons and set off for the palace, Sererazie grabbed Valencian by the shoulders and shook him violently.

“What if you get excommunicated? Does Mateos still seem like the seminarian you saved? Don’t you know how awkward things are between the royal family and the church right now? What if the church uses your rudeness as an excuse to side with the local lords? I don’t know. You decide whether to die or not.”

Rudy stopped Sereraji and supported Valencianus.

“Don’t do that. Lord Valen must have had no choice but to go that way while running away.”

“Aren’t you smiling too brightly for something like that? You saw that too, Rudy. It’s good to be loyal, but don’t lie.”

Hearing those words, Valencian smiled faintly.

“Your Majesty, are you laughing now? Have you turned a deaf ear to all the things I’ve said about being fair? It is the duty of the monarch and the knights to protect the church! If I had known this would happen, I would never have sent you alone. Never again will you fight without me!”

Even though Tentia was being nagged, he smiled.

Rudy narrowed his green eyes at that.

“Your Majesty. Did you go to the church on purpose?”

“!”

For a moment, Tentia and Sereraji opened their mouths wide, and Valencianus held back his laughter.

He looked around to make sure there was no place in particular that could help, then opened his mouth as he and the three of them walked out onto the main street from the dock.

“Because I had to tell you.”

“What did you want to tell me?”

“The problem of the eroders is no longer someone else’s problem. Cooperation between the church and the imperial family is urgent. The church, which has been building a wall for the past year, now has a reason to come to the imperial family first.”