How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 103

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat Episode 103

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Why on earth is the Emperor in a bad mood?

I kept that thought in my mind the whole way up the stairs.

The first thing that comes to mind is the incident where I was taken to a structure to kidnap a saint.

Even if you are just a member of the intellectual class, you would know that there is a backstory, but to the common people, it is a real kidnapping.

The reason Jaylilith sent me in the first place was to clear the church of its debt, but if it turns out that the royal family committed a great wrong against the church, then it's putting the cart before the horse.

Of course, there may be other reasons.

Let's think back to before the regression.

Maybe he was annoyed by the number of assassination attempts that had occurred today, maybe there were reports of troops being raised in another territory or a magic circle breaking out, or maybe the Minister of the Palace had been pleading all day to release the five royal family members imprisoned in the monastery.

Or maybe her unique insight was shining through in a bad light.

In his 30th year in power, Jaylilis would often order during dinner to suddenly behead that traitor or launch a preemptive strike because that country seemed about to be invaded, and it was all right.

“Valencianus sees your Majesty.”

I greeted him politely and entered the office.

The sun sets to the west of my office, the clouds turn red, and the eastern sky turns a deep blue.

The Emperor sat with his back to the large glass window, tapping his ring-clad fingers on the desk as he weighed something.

Her brilliant platinum hair, shining in the sunset, flowed down like a waterfall of light, her golden eyes shone with an inhuman indifference, and her dense face looked like the finest porcelain made by the best craftsman mixing bone powder.

“Archduke Valencian. Are you here?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“I didn’t think it would take that long. Looks like there’s a lot going on at the monastery.”

I fought for one day and spent 14 days recovering.

You're upset because I'm late.

“I’m sorry. I’ll be staying at the villa for a while, so please call me whenever you want.”

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly as if she had been right.

“The Cheong Knights heard the report. The son of Count Antares came running with Count Dorcaisis’ daughter, begging them not to kill him, saying that he would marry her, end the war, and develop the mines. You saved two counts.”

That's good.

thank god.

I let out a sigh of relief, and a sadistic smile appeared on her lips.

“But because of that, the first combat deployment of the new scroll developed by Grand Duke Sereraji was delayed.”

oh my.

“I thought saving lives was the priority.”

“Yes. You are right. It is the duty of a monarch to give in to someone who has come to his senses and pledged loyalty.”

“You have chosen well. May the ages praise Your Majesty the Emperor’s virtues.”

Jaylilith laughed blandly.

“Tell me what happened. How many bloody battles were there that left you away from Jim for a month?”

“Yes, Your Majesty. I will explain in detail.”

I reported the truth in a neat and tidy manner.

The abbot made a pact with the Old Ones to end the war by marrying off the eldest son of the count, and in the process, he obtained the massive amount of reagents consumed through unofficial channels, but was caught.

The saint and I fought for a day, defeating the invaders, and the saint performed a miracle.

There is an unknown force of eroder priests who helped with the contract.

It seems that he has accumulated quite a bit of training to the point of entering the monastery, and with the help of the monastery, he has studied and obtained a method to hide the energy of erosion using the power of the holy relic.

“They are suspected to be behind it.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Jaylilith frowned.

“Your Highness. Do you remember what happened in the Margrave of Freuheit?”

“… … I feel a little uneasy about seeing it as my sister’s revenge. While searching the office for the slush fund jewels, I also found a few suspicious books and magic tools.”

“If we consider them as the same people, is my suspicion excessive?”

“No.”

I asserted with force.

It would not be common for a stable cult of Encroachers to enter the monastery and persuade the Marquis.

“The distance is enormous, but it wouldn’t be surprising if they had some kind of means of communication. And since they tend to group up easily, there must be some connection.”

Jaylilith nodded.

“There’s one more reason to get closer to the church. It’s just a shame that I can’t run around the whole empire.”

I did that before the regression and it failed.

Eventually, Justinian, who had gained the knowledge of erosion, opened the boundary of the magic realm and summoned the corpse dragon.

I said, lowering my voice slightly.

“This summer’s pledge of allegiance will be even more important.”

Jaylilith nodded.

“Yes, that’s right. We must work together with the Great Lords to burn all of those tumors. … … I don’t know if the Saint’s new strength will be beneficial or detrimental.”

It was a cruel thing to say, but I couldn't deny it.

For us, it would have been better for the saint to quickly go around and spread the flame of purification rather than step forward to heal each and every one of the eroders.

Now that he's wielding powers he never had before his regression, he may not be the Mateos I know.

No, in fact, I don't think it should be seen as something that has actually changed.

“I will keep a close eye on you. If it doesn’t work out, I will kidnap you again, so don’t worry.”

“Let that be so. Hahaha. I didn’t know that the saint, who looks so manly, couldn’t ride a wyvern.”

“I was surprised too. I have to adapt from now on.”

* * *

After that we talked a few more times, and the topic of blood magic came up.

I wanted to keep this a secret, but Jaylilith said lazily.

“Judging by your complexion, it looks like you’ve learned some new magic.”

His voice was languid, but his eyes were sharp.

I think he probably noticed me the moment he saw me walk in.

“… … I was almost crushed in my grasp. I had no choice but to reflexively use blood magic to escape.”

In the end, I vomited out every little detail and waited for the verdict with my heart pounding.

The royal family was wary of learning magic, and blood magic was especially wary.

If it was Jaylilith, it wouldn't have been strange if there was a way to seal magic forever.

But she said something to me that was so unexpected.

“It’s a good thing you’re alive. You’ve already mastered it, so there’s nothing you can do. Train well so you don’t run wild or get taken advantage of.”

“Yes, yes?”

“You didn’t know I could say that? Did you know Jim would cut off your neck?”

I couldn't deny it, so I kept my mouth shut, but Jaylilith smiled faintly and said.

“You who have performed the Yongchan ritual will likely undergo dragon transformation, but you will not be eroded by any means. So there is no reason why you should not learn blood magic, right?”

"ah."

“If you train well, it will help you stop the dragonfly. Train well.”

I let out a deep sigh of relief.

“Your kindness is greatly appreciated. Whether it rains or snows, I will practice every day to be of service to Your Majesty.”

Jaylilith nodded.

“All the sacred items have been protected… … Judging from what you brought, it seems that you have also taken care of your share. Wasn’t the saint astonished?”

“I gave it to Your Majesty because he said that if I brought something to him, my head would be saved. He said that the ownership still belongs to the church. He said it was a sign of trust in the royal family.”

This is really interesting.

If it were said that the Archduke Valencian had handed over the relics, rumors would spread that the saint was mad, but if it were said that a token of trust was given to the imperial envoy, everyone would nod their heads.

“Keep that in your care. It’s something Jim doesn’t need.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Even within the imperial family, there are only a few people who can use it, so in the end, it's no different from giving it to me.

“Still, I’d like to try pulling it out just once. It’s as simple as I’ve heard. The holy sword ‘Eternity’.”

A plain longsword, with a wooden handle without any decoration and a scabbard of undyed brown leather, as if it had been made by a blacksmith in some small estate.

I was carrying that sword next to my favorite ceremonial longsword.

“Would you like to try it out?”

Jaylilith shook her head without any hesitation.

“That’s it. What use is there for a noble emperor? I am one who greedily desires and distributes honor and glory, worldly wealth and power, fine food, military force, and stability. I cannot become, and do not want to become, a detached and noble purifier.”

I think she would have answered like that.

I didn't even try, because there was no way I could pull it off.

Jaylilith glanced at me and smiled.

“Hahahaha. It really doesn’t match your outfit. All those fancy decorations and that plain sword.”

“I think so too.”

“It will become more incongruous.”

“What do you mean? By any chance… … ?”

“Count Antares and Count Dorcaisis have sent you a gift as a token of their gratitude.”

She took a wooden box out from under her desk in her office.

Inside, a pair of luxurious shoes made of leather dyed white were found.

“Can I try them on now?”

“Isn’t that polite?”

Luckily, they fit my feet well, and they were strangely sturdy, comfortable, and neatly designed, so I felt like I could wear them anywhere.

As I was smiling with satisfaction, Jaylilith said:

“The name of the shoes is ‘Anima Lamentum.’ If you inject mana into them and say the activator word ‘Anima,’ a strong wind will blow out from the soles of your feet, lifting you up or pushing you forward. The distance is said to be similar to the ‘Blink’ of wizards.”

It was difficult to make magical tools without using metals and jewels.

It was a sufficient price to pay for saving the Count's life.

I said hesitantly.

“Can I use something this good?”

“They don’t fit the load, and the load runs faster. The load’s limbs become stronger, so put on those shoes and run hard for the load.”

I smiled happily and bowed my head politely.

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

“The capital has become somewhat stable, so now we must obtain the oath of allegiance from the great lords and stabilize the empire.”

When I heard those words, I thought of the faces that had saved my life in the past.

Helena, who will become an officer, Hadritan, who will become a finance expert, Denia, a future spirit magician, and five others.

“Yes, Your Majesty. I will tell the imperial family whose maternal relatives are great nobles to write a tearful letter to send to their maternal relatives.”

Jaylilith smiled with satisfaction.

The yellow eyes shone inhumanly.

“Yes. You understand my intentions well, so I am truly at peace.”

* * *

A woman with wavy dark blond hair, fiery red eyes, and the look of an ambitious lion.

Helena was called 'the survivor of the eight' or 'the coward of the eight' by the world.

The 'Great Escape' led by the red-light district managers who did not give the chips to Sereraji and the corrupt Lanchea.

At that time, she accepted Valencian's offer, reported her half-siblings' escape plan, and survived.

It's been almost seven months since she was assigned to the Brass Knights.

Her only tasks were daily training, reading tactics books, and participating in war games.

"ha."

Helena sighed as she looked at her desk, which looked as if it had been swept away by a swarm of locusts.

If he had really become successful, it wouldn't be unfair to say that he sold his brothers and sisters to gain wealth and honor. He just mixed with the knights and trained every day, so I wondered what was going on.

In fact, unlike 'Baekgeum' who leads the royal guard, 'Cheong-eun' who goes out, and 'Heuk-cheol' who leads the police chiefs, 'Hwang-dong' has less work to do in times of peace.

Large-scale expeditionary forces themselves were rarely organized, and maintaining a small number of elite soldiers and a training unit for new recruits, the training corps, was the job of subordinate officers, not the knights.

Just as 'Heukcheol' managed the security of the capital city with police commissioners under his command, 'Hwangdong' managed the military with officers under his command.

Of course, we had several joint training sessions, and when we went into actual combat, we would move together, but once you get down to the commander of your knight order, the regular 'Knights of the Order' barely had anything to 'command'.

The 'knight as commander' that Helena dreamed of was a 'vassal knight' who lived as a lord and conscripted an army when war broke out.

People asked why a noble royal would want to lead a complicated and tiring army mixed with smelly commoners, but she liked it.

Flags and blood, fire and iron, a very old glory.

Friendships built with soldiers on the fierce battlefield.

'Follow me!'

The reality is that today, too, we are in a situation where we are replaying war games.

“fu*k.”

It was such a well-made wargame that I kept getting excited every time I played it.

My heart is pounding and I feel like I want to enlist right away and march somewhere.

Then the captain called her.

“Helena.”

Helena stood up from her seat and placed her clenched right fist over her heart in salute.

He was the only one in the 'Brass' who had command of the soldiers and was the envy of the officers.

Originally, even the captain had to be respectful to her as she was a member of the royal family, but Helena did not want that.

A title in name only.

“He asked me to tell him I’m invited to dinner.”

“I’m not interested.”

She wasn't interested in people who wanted her just because of her face and appearance.

I want her, and what she wants is… … .

“This is the Archduke Valencian.”

“I would like you to start from that next time!”

Helena felt her heart pounding again.

He was her half-brother who once changed her life.

She once again had a feeling that her life was about to change.