How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 122

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat Episode 122

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Valencian looked at the traces of the collapse.

He was also an excellent fire wizard, but since it wasn't even a completed building to begin with, it was impossible to know exactly what spell he had used to destroy it.

“Sister. Is it possible that the fire was started by accident?”

Cornell's face turned yellow.

Sereraji answered as if to ask why such a thing was asked.

“What are the chances that a brick building would just catch fire and burn? And look. When the flames hit from the front, the wall exploded and blew up to the back wall. That kind of thing can only be done with powerful fire magic. I think it would be a fire wave or fireball type.”

She said to Cornell.

“It’s not your fault. If a wizard with this level of magic comes here determinedly, you can’t stop him. I’ll give you an additional budget, so don’t worry and just start demolishing.”

"thank you."

The color returned to Cornell's face.

She sighed in relief and knelt down at Sereraji's feet.

Sereraji said, waking Cornell up with a gesture.

“Little brother. I think you’ll come again.”

Among the slime farm, slime processing workshop, scroll 1st processing workshop, and magic tool 1st processing workshop, only the magic tool 1st processing workshop collapsed.

“Yes, Sister. Should we capture her alive?”

“Of course. Shouldn’t you demand compensation? I’m not the type of person who cares about threats or warnings. You should tell me who you dared to touch.”

“I knew it.”

Valencian and Sereraji walked into the burning ruins, laughing cruelly.

“Light and wind, take away my shadow.”

Sereraji covered the two's bodies with hiding magic.

As time passed, the moon rose and night came.

The Amon cult members, whose eyes had turned red, walked the streets at night with the night watchmen, looking for the suspicious wizard.

Valencian and Sererazi did not think they would succeed.

“Yeah. You came through it all.”

Sereraji laughed sadistically.

With Valencianus changing his pupils to vertical and Sererazi casting a night vision spell, the deep darkness seemed like early evening.

The space in front of her workshop rippled, and six silhouettes appeared.

“You took a potion of invisibility. It must have been expensive, but you must have received a lot of upfront payment. Are you planning to attack now?”

“Of course. You know that when you raise your mana, your transparency gets distorted.”

“Shall we paint?”

“Wait. They will be able to tell that we are gathering mana. Your fire is not ordinary magic.”

“Then should I destroy one more workshop?”

Sereraji shook her head.

“When the fireworks explode, block them with ‘Rising and Following Fireworks’. They will let their guard down even if the magic is unleashed at the right time. If you use up your mana like that, I can just use Chain Lightning to stop you.”

Valencian nodded.

Two of the six wizards stepped forward.

Wheeing-.

The surrounding wind was sucked into the two's palms.

Valencian was inwardly amazed at the flame, which was smaller than a candle.

Judging from the amount of mana and wind currently gathered, it was powerful enough to easily blow away a building.

If such powerful magic could be compressed to that extent, then the sorcerer must have been at least 4 circles.

The two nodded, and the flames burst out.

There was one 'fireball' and one narrow, buoyant 'firewave'.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Red flames tore through the darkness of the night and rushed toward the workshop building.

Valencian broke out of hiding and recited a spell.

“The flame that follows rises.”

Mana control is a power that resides in the soul.

With 40 years of combat experience and the addition of Yongchan, his mana control was now at a level that was considered one of the best on the continent.

Phew!

The waves of fire and fireballs that had been rushing fiercely suddenly changed direction and shot up into the sky.

pop!

A fireball exploded 50 meters into the air, lighting up the old slums that had fallen into darkness.

The 'flame wave' gathered again into one point and changed its form to become a 'spear of fire'.

“Over there!”

“I’m back!”

Amon's followers, their eyes spinning from all directions, came running at them, howling like wolves.

* * *

The six wizards immediately turned around.

“… … It was done.”

“Jump!”

A wizard chanted a spell in a hurry.

“Wind, come into our bodies… … .”

Sereraji looked at him with admiration as he heard the order.

It wasn't easy to cast a physical strengthening spell on multiple people at the same time.

It was easier to cast spells on each person ten times than to cast spells on two people at the same time.

'They're great guys. Of course, they're not as good as me.'

Sereraji smiled brightly, her eyes of different colors shining.

Flash!

The hiding spell wasn't even broken.

The chain lightning of Muyeongchang struck six people at the same time.

Clang!

There was a loud sound of breaking glass and the 'station master' was shattered into pieces.

'Even the stationmaster is hiding?'

Meanwhile, the wizard who had been casting the body strengthening spell continued to chant, and eventually, a soft green light permeated the bodies of all six people.

“Jump!”

“Hide! Quickly!”

They tried to blend in with the night streets with their elven movements.

“No way.”

Valencianus threw his 'Fire Spear', and Celerazier unleashed another bolt of lightning.

It seemed like one of the six people was turning around, and then he shouted the starting word.

“Scale shield!”

Dozens of translucent blue hexagonal shields rose up, blocking the lightning and flames in a single stroke.

Valencianus, who was running, and Sererazier, who was preparing the next order, were amazed once again.

Although he had to suppress his power to the limit because he had to capture him alive, it was clearly a great talent to be able to handle the difficult field of destruction magic to that extent.

“But why are you setting fire to a place like this?”

Valencian stepped forward and said:

"when!?"

He twisted around in horror.

“Did you think I was weak and slow like you guys?”

The wizard shouted this time, white sparks flying from his hands.

It was one of the destruction magic spells, 'Hand of Repulsion'.

Valencian grinned and grabbed her wrist, pulling with all his might.

Even the magic of Serenade could be blocked by him, so most spells would not work on him.

"what!"

The wizard was horrified, and Valencian kicked him in the stomach with his knee.

There was a terrible crack and the wizard's body folded in half, collapsing towards the floor.

“Sister! I caught one!”

“Well done, little brother. Hold on tight, I’ll use my confession magic.”

Sereraji said as she ran out of the ruins.

“Sister, did you know how to use mental magic too?”

She smiled bashfully at the question, blue lightning shooting out from her index and middle fingers.

“This is a confession spell. Take off the hood and mask. I want to see your face distorted.”

“If you get hit by magic, you’ll die even if you do your best.”

“Do you have that much trouble trusting my control?”

“You don’t know how weak the wizards’ bodies are.”

“I can’t say anything about that either.”

Valencianus took off his hood, examined his face, and frowned.

He was younger than expected.

At this point, I thought I would believe him even if he said he was still a student at the academy.

“Sister. Wait a minute. I don’t think you need to lose.”

Then there was a place worth knowing.

* * *

Inside the room of Vastatin's potion shop.

“Thank you so much for the last time.”

A cheerful-looking man with tangled green hair and yellow eyes, Vastatin bowed his head deeply.

“The Black Knights and the police officers all came and turned the streets upside down. If we hadn’t prepared in advance, we could have been in big trouble. It’s all thanks to Your Majesty!”

“What if it’s a contrast?”

“They changed the pharmacy to a membership system, hid the medicines, and hid the money.”

I don't need his medicine anymore.

Looking at that reckless laugh, I felt a sadistic urge to report him, but I suppressed it with the rational judgment that I had to nurture my source of information.

“Okay. Let’s leave that story at that. Jin.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Gray hair, blue eyes, tall stature, and handsome appearance.

A mature and sincere academy student and a local collaborator of the palace ministry that I planted.

Their main duties include managing the illegitimate children of the royal family and controlling knowledge related to ancient things in the area of learning.

“I heard you became president. Congratulations.”

“It’s all thanks to Your Majesty.”

Since I loved compliments and flattery, I smiled and gave him a generous amount of money for his activities.

Sereraji gave me a look like 'are you doing this?' but I ignored him.

“I have a favor to ask. Do you know this guy or the organization he belongs to?”

I pushed the guy I caught yesterday into Jin's hand.

Jin looked at the face, flinching.

“… … If you leave it like this, I won’t be able to recognize it.”

The bastard ended up getting electric shocks from Sereraji and cane treatment from Cornell yesterday, and his face was swollen.

He was a pretty decent guy, and I just wish him well.

I gave Sereraji a look of resentment.

She answered with a resounding yes.

“Little brother. Don’t you think you should have stopped him?”

“Sister. Aren’t you embarrassed to be honest?”

“I am innocent! And you are too!”

While they were having this conversation, Jin narrowed his eyes and lifted his body as if he was cleaning a dead fish.

It seemed like they were focusing on checking things like piercings, tattoos, necklaces, bracelets, rings, and leftover reagents.

Jin then let out a deep sigh.

“Okay, I’ve been keeping an eye on them too.”

“Really? Who are you and where are you from?”

“There is an organization of long-term students on leave of absence on the outskirts of the learning district. Its name is ‘Old Scholars.’”

“Old student. What a strange name.”

“Their main source of income is extortion and mercenary work. When they go to the provinces or other countries, they become mercenary magicians, adventurers, and court magicians and make a fortune, but in the capital, they do dirty work for the high-ranking officials.”

I have a rough idea of what kind of guys they are.

In the first place, the Magic Street itself was started by the third and fourth children of noble families who did not want to leave the capital after graduation.

What do you have to do to make a living? Every student dreams of making a living by using their major.

These guys seem to have made a living by actively doing dirty and deadly work for others, using their majors.

Sereraji nodded as if she understood.

“He was good, but not good enough to enter the palace. The nobles of the palace all employ one or two skilled magicians, but their pride does not allow them to work under the commoners.”

The guy who didn't even open his mouth while getting beaten up like that yesterday opened his eyes.

“You’re too scared to risk your life to catch a demon or go to the territory battle, so you want to stay in the capital, and in the end, you end up doing gangster things at the request of the council members or the nobles of the court. You’re a disgrace to magicians.”

Crackle! Crackle!

Sereraji smiled sadistically and again poked him under the chin with two fingers.

I pretended not to see it and asked Jin.

“Are you sure about the location?”

“Yes. They were already trying to capture me and wipe me out. The hideout was fortified, so it would be difficult for us to break through on our own, but if Your Majesty the two of you could help me, I would be grateful.”

Then the guy started trembling and said:

“Catch us and no one will open their mouth.”

I think so.

Honestly, I was surprised.

Normally, these types of thugs would just blurt out whatever they wanted if you had a little constructive conversation with them, but this guy didn't say a word even after going through all that trouble.

He was a poisonous guy.

And I was the best craftsman in breaking such poisons and beliefs.

“After capturing him, I was planning on letting the first one I called Sereraji enter her workshop as her youngest disciple. Do you think he won’t open his mouth even if I tell him this?”

“!”

A convulsion occurred in the bastard's face.

“If you had said that first, I would have… … !”

“You can’t. I was really annoyed that you hadn’t said a word since yesterday. Besides, you were the kind of people I had to get rid of anyway.”

Sereraji knocked the bastard out once more.

“Shall we go?”

“Yes, little brother.”

Now that I know they're capable, I don't think I need to go easy on them like I did yesterday.

I held my newly acquired sword, 'Heukru'.

It was a long time since the siege.

* * *

“I don’t think it’ll be easy to break through unless we tear down the entire building. Any good ideas?”

“Let’s set fire to it too.”