How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 101

How to live as a tyrant’s spoiled brat, episode 101

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The saint performed miracles using his combined powers of purification and healing.

The erosion was so deep that even purification saved a person who would have died.

“How did you… … do it?”

“Everything is the will of the God of Light.”

“Thank you. Thank you!”

“Please make sure to end the war.”

He was the eldest son of the Counts of Antares, was soon to marry the eldest daughter of the Dorcaisis family, and was the one who would end the Thirty Years’ War.

I lay there in the spring rain and then got up unsteadily.

Now that I know the general situation, I have something to say.

“Valencianus. You’ve heard my name before, right?”

“Ah! Yes, yes. Your Highness.”

“Do you know that knights and administrators are coming from the imperial court to help negotiate a peace treaty?”

“Yes. His Majesty the Emperor’s grace reaches to heaven… … .”

“Go quickly and stop that. Go over there and tell the knight. Our war is over, the mine development will start this year, and we will deliver the supplies as promised to the imperial family.”

“yes?”

“Your father and father-in-law are going to die together. Our original plan was to kill them and force you two to marry. But since you’re planning on getting married and ending the war, there’s no need to kill them.”

“!”

His face hardened.

If I give them some kind of proof, the Qing Knights will believe what I said.

I dug through my pockets and took out the handkerchief Rudy had embroidered on.

The luxury handkerchiefs were made by a famous costume shop in the capital and even had their initials engraved on them, so even the knights would recognize them.

“Go. The stable is over there.”

He bowed his head to me and Mateos several times and ran towards the stables.

Now that problem is definitely out of my hands.

If I’m destined to die, I’ll die. If I’m destined to live, I’ll live.

I sent the Count’s heir away and looked towards Mateos.

He was purifying the children who had collapsed due to mental waves one by one.

“I’ll let the children in first. Please make sure everyone gets plenty of rest until tomorrow.”

“Understood. If you show any unusual symptoms, we will grant you the grace of purification.”

“You will have nightmares for a while. It may not be related to erosion, but please continue to give it to me so that I don’t become addicted to grace.”

“Is that so? I will serve you with all my heart.”

And gave instructions for follow-up actions.

“I will go to the Count tomorrow and bring some workers to take care of the collapsed cathedral.”

“No. Our Paladin candidates will do the construction tomorrow. I’ve recently learned about the work of the Corps of Engineers, and the dirt and rocks of this ‘wave’ are easy to work with, so I think we can rebuild it in a week.”

“Then I will help you too.”

It attracted voluntary participation.

“There is a cave down there, and that was the home of the Encroachers. They… … were disguising themselves as the Abbot Odan, Sister Tella, and several of the Paladin candidates.”

“oh my god.”

“They were secretly operating within the monastery using magical tools that harnessed the power of the Old Ones, and their goal was to contaminate or steal the Holy Sword and the Holy Relics. I destroyed the magical tools, and I and Grand Duke Valencianus dealt with them.”

“Sister Tella. Black, black… … .”

Like a saint, he bore the painful truth alone.

Mateos approached the fallen giant crow.

The identity of the giant crow, made of white bones and black feathers without a single piece of flesh, was Odan, a strict priest and vice-chief.

The only ones who knew that were, and will always be, me and Mateos.

The mutated Odan was hit directly between the wing and the body by my flames and fell diagonally onto the roof of a building.

He stopped struggling a little after seeing the heir to the count’s family riding out on horseback.

Rain continued to flow endlessly into his red eyes.

It felt like I was shedding tears on his behalf.

Mateos did not say anything and just displayed his divine power.

The white flames burned the five-story building, both cold and hot.

Sister Tella followed.

The nun, who had a wise and inquisitive appearance, continued to wear her habit even after her transformation.

Originally, if the eroder came into contact with divine power, he would writhe in excruciating pain and die.

But the Black Saint gave them a death that seemed to fall asleep.

Some priests who did not know the inside story looked at him with questioning eyes.

But Mateos already has a cold impression that makes it difficult to talk to him.

No one could say anything to him, looking into those hard, black eyes full of sorrow, watching his movements as he did not hesitate to let his gorgeous robes drape in the rain.

So while he had everyone’s attention, I did what I had to do.

He grabbed Abbot Hansen by the collar, entered the cathedral, and began searching for the holy relics.

* * *

The abbot’s room was broken and rain poured in, but the inside was unharmed because the cathedral was so large.

As I went back and forth between the first and second floors and closed a few hallway doors, the outside and inside were once again completely sealed off.

“I’ll live.”

After rolling around, getting hit, and getting drenched in cold rain, I felt like I could live a little better once I entered the cathedral where there was a fire burning in every fireplace.

But I had no time to relax, and I was not in a good condition to do so, so I rebuked the absent-minded abbot, Hansen.

“Where on which floor is the room where Sister Tella studied the holy relics?”

He raised his arm limply, like an undead, and pointed to the room at the end of the third floor.

“Take the lead.”

I couldn’t take the lead because I was tired, not knowing what might pop out.

Fortunately, the mutated candidates for the Paladins had already been dealt with by the saint, so the inside of the cathedral was clean.

Even when I opened the door to the room at the end of the third floor.

Squeak-.

The door opened with an ominous sound, revealing the study of a nun studying relics.

The room itself was an ordinary square room like any other cathedral annex, but the books on the bookshelf were special.

Those books, bound with leather, metal, and thin, high-quality wooden boards, were forbidden books that could not be found outside even for a thousand pieces of gold.

If the warlocks or the elders of the Ivory Tower’s Pitch Black School had seen it, they would have seriously planned a takeover operation.

Indeed, the word ‘monastery’ came out naturally.

I turned my gaze and looked towards the desk.

There was a half-filled and half-empty research notebook and a quill pen in an inkwell, indicating that Tella had really been studying something all day.

I guess they used that research to control the power of erosion.

I turned my eyes away, repeating to myself that I must definitely take it with me.

Inside the glass storage case on the desk were items that gave off a soft energy.

A wooden rosary that was shiny and worn, and a cheap silver ring that seemed to have a silver content of 10%.

A half-sliced shin bone, a gaunt, mummified hand, a wooden staff with a crack at the end.

Long braids of hair without a single jewel or silk thread, a bundle of burnt bandages, and a tin cup with a crack in it.

Finally, a plain longsword, with a plain wooden handle and a scabbard of undyed brown leather, which looked like it had been made by a blacksmith in a small manor belonging to a knight’s or baron’s estate.

Many adults lived lives far from wealth and fame.

There were also those who, like the fire saint Harris who was healed by Mateos, were granted graces beyond their means, yet by worldly standards would suffer eternal torment.

The objects or relics that these people used and received blessings could not have been anything particularly special.

But I could swear that sword without even a single jewel decoration would be on par with Jaylilith’s treasured sword, the Glass Mirror.

Clearly, that sword was the Holy Sword, ‘Eternity’.

“Abbot Hansen.”

“Your Majesty, I am no longer the abbot. I am not even a member of the Gwangmyeong Church, I am just a sinner.”

“You’ve been excommunicated.”

Of course it would have been so.

It was a miracle he was still alive.

If it was Mateos before his regression, he would have been killed when he burned the eroders earlier.

“That sword. Can you pull it out?”

Surprisingly, the answer came back quickly.

“I can’t pull it out.”

“It’s more calm than I thought.”

“Even when I was the abbot, I couldn’t draw it. The Holy Sword only gives itself to those who have a pure heart and wish to defeat evil.”

“Then I guess I can’t choose either.”

He continued.

“I was originally a candidate for the Paladin. Whenever I saw the Holy Sword, I felt regret. Now, I have become a sinner whose heart is rotten and corrupted. If I even hold it, my whole body will burn to death.”

I turned toward the bookshelf and answered indifferently.

“Make sure you go to confession before you die. I am not a priest, I am an archduke.”

Wow!

Then suddenly there was a sound of glass breaking.

I looked back in confusion, and was even more confused when I saw Inyoung coming in through the broken window.

Because the attire was very similar to that of a monk, except that the opponent’s hood was shaped like a high, flat helmet.

Because it had wings like a crow on its back.

“You bastard!”

It seemed like they knew each other, as the former abbot Hansen looked flustered.

Yeah, now that I think about it, there was something strange.

Those who had lived their entire lives asceticizing could not easily make the choice to make a contract with the old, no matter how much they were surrounded by forbidden books.

With the undead roaming everywhere, it wouldn’t be easy to bring the living wounded here.

There was someone who helped me.

He is an eroder priest.

Those who have trained as much as a sword expert and have gained the strength of a sword expert.

“world!”

I prepared to attack by raising my scales and spewing out six-letter words, but the thing did not attack me.

All he did was snatch the notebook from the desk with his left hand, break the glass display case with his right hand, and grab a handful of holy relics, including the Holy Sword of Eternity, as he tried to throw himself out the window again.

I realized that I had made a terrible mistake and laughed bitterly.

He didn’t need to come at me.

“Sharp stabbing… … !”

I tried to recite the spell while overcoming my headache.

I felt the blood pouring out.

At that time, the former abbot Hansen took action.

He grabbed the hilt of the Holy Sword with surprisingly nimble movements.

The priest was holding the scabbard of the Holy Sword, and Hansen took a step back and drew the Holy Sword.

I thought he was going to pull it, expecting it not to come out.

Srrrrung-.

There was an unexpected sound.

The blade of the Holy Sword ‘Eternity’ has been blown for the first time in decades, perhaps even centuries.

The blade, which had been rusty and dark, began to glow a soft white.

“uh?”

The darkness inside the hood of the eroder’s corpse seemed to stir.

Since I could only see Hansen’s back, I couldn’t tell what expression he was making.

Hansen took a step forward and swung the holy sword.

The holy sword, drawing a graceful diagonal trajectory, cut off the right hand of the eroder priest.

Rosaries, rings, and braids of hair fell to the floor in a heap.

“Huh!”

The eroder priest who had given one of his arms kicked the window frame with a grunt.

“Sharp stabbing flames!”

I finally completed the spell and hurled a blast of flame like a spear.

My flame pierced through the bastard’s waist, and he flew over the cliff, where he fell 400 meters down.

‘It’s been fixed… … It’s not certain yet. Let’s call the Wyvern and check first.’

There was something else that surprised me just as much.

“Hansen! How? … … Ah.”

A middle-aged man with a gentle yet strong-willed impression.

The abbot who was a former knight candidate.

A man who was troubled over what to do in the face of the erosion of a man who could stop the war.

Perhaps, an unrecorded Holy Sword user.

His whole body was engulfed in a soft, gentle white flame.

“To the saint… … that he protected the holy relics… … .”

Every miracle comes with a price.

* * *

The cathedral was restored, the church of the County of Antares sent a knight to watch over the situation, and several notable elder priests who had been planning to enter the cloistered monastery volunteered to become abbots.

The early spring sky was blue, and little flowers were blooming one by one.

Saint Matthew offered a prayer in front of the monastery cemetery where his tombstone had just been erected.

“So that he may spend eternity in your arms.”

The text written after the date of birth and the date of death was as follows:

Hansen.

Abbot of the Altenberg Abbey.

The third user of the holy sword, ‘Eternity’.

One who chose light at the end of suffering.

Mateos had his excommunication lifted.

It was a bit odd to say that I had collected it since I had never revealed it to anyone else in the first place.

“May they all welcome eternity in your arms.”

Abbot Hansen, Abbess Odan, the brilliant scholar and nun Tella, and many other nuns, monks, and candidates for the Order of the Knights were killed.

They would all be recorded as heroes who died fighting against the old.

“His Royal Highness the Duke of Valen.”

The kid who had spoken to me at the restaurant came over and greeted me politely, albeit awkwardly.

I looked back at the child and gave him a polite greeting.

“What’s going on?”

“If I pray and train hard, can I become a knight?”

… … Cornell too, Jin too, these days it seems like kids aren’t kids.

The child seemed beautiful and intelligent, but did not seem to be of noble birth, inheriting strength through blood.

I knew that a normal human had to work dozens of times harder to become a knight, and I hated lying.

“I don’t know much about knights, but I could probably become a paladin.”

He was fully prepared, and having stayed in the monastery for a long time since he was young, he should be familiar with divine powers.

It was quite possible, given the effort.

The child bowed his head for a moment and then smiled brightly.

“Thank you. I will definitely become a knight.”

“Do you want revenge?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Then I feel sorry.”

I said with a faint smile.

“I will take revenge first.”

The child smiled back.

“Archduke Valen.”

Mateos’ voice was heard.

It was time to go back.

I looked at him and spoke to the child in a low voice.

“The Grand Duke of the Empire, Emperor Valencianus, speaks. Be sure to become a great knight and come up to the capital, Soletaraon, to join him.”

He was the kind of kid who would really come up if you left some kind of evidence behind.

He took off one of the gold buttons from his uniform, handed it to me, and turned around.

Mateos was waiting for me.

“What did you talk about?”

“I’ve swayed the future candidate for Paladin with a single button.”

“As expected, you are a wicked and scoundrel Grand Duke.”

I went down the slope with the saint.

The knight candidate guarding the black gate saluted.

After receiving the salute, he passed through the gate and headed towards the wyvern waiting below.

Mateos paused for a moment and looked back.

Before his regression, he was a man who never looked back.

The voices of resentment were those of the perpetrators of the burning at the stake, who had been mercilessly suppressed in the name of the stigmata and God.

Because he lived with that kind of mindset, he was able to protect the province by burning countless eroders on behalf of Jaylilith.

I needed a saint like that.

But, sadly, I understood his actions.

Attempts to prevent war brought about erosion, and it was an unexpected miracle that prevented it.

The fact that the Grand Duke of the Empire had solved the problem by a miracle was itself a problem.

But today, I was just thankful that I wasn’t in a situation where I had to behead two counts with the Knights of the Blue Knights.

It was so absurd, frustrating, resentful, frustrating, and above all, sad that good intentions could lead to evil results.

I swallowed a sigh and said with an exaggerated smile,

“Okay. Then I’ll teach you about 36 aerial maneuvers that are good to know when riding a wyvern.”

Mateos’ face turned ashen.