How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 133

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat, episode 133

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Mateos felt a hand grip his wrist tightly.

It was possible to overcome it with enough force.

His body, strengthened by divine power, was now on par with the Sword Master, and no matter how much Valencian performed the rite of praise, he was still no match for him.

But his scaly grip and his slit-shaped golden eyes conveyed an undeniable, powerful will.

“Saint, if you don’t catch him now, he’ll run away. Then he’ll do it again. Then it’ll be uncontrollable.”

Mateos listened to the screams coming from between the alleys.

“Mommy, Mommy! Mommy!”

“Someone cut off my leg!”

“Hey, hey! Don’t you remember me? We… … ! Eww!”

Strength entered his sculpted body.

The muscles were torn apart and the body moved.

“Archduke Valencian. People are dying over there right now. If I go, I can save them.”

“I know.”

“No. I don’t know. Valencian. If it’s time to say this, at least one more person… …!”

Valencianus was also hearing the same voice.

He held onto the saint, trying not to shake his hands.

“I know I won’t be able to return until all 100 people have been purified. Isn’t the saint the type of person who can’t turn away someone who reaches out to him?”

Mateos couldn't understand why he was telling the obvious.

“How can I reject it? I can save it. It is a miracle that the Lord of Light has given me. If I can, shouldn’t I do it?”

The saint roared like thunder.

A divine power like sunlight surged, and the light and shadows of the area became distorted.

A look of indignation appeared on his manly, deep-set face.

His spirit and will were firm and righteous, and filled with compassionate pity.

Even if he wasn't a saint, his eyes were the kind that would make a person admire him.

But Valencian did not let go of his wrist.

“That’s right, Saint. If we can, we must! Only we can catch those aphid-like monsters!”

“!”

“Sir Barbatos is dealing with that eroder, my sister who cast the thundercloud is exhausted, my knights and the saint’s paladins cannot attack from range, and the priests take time just to move.”

If you can, you should do it.

There are more things you can do.

You have to choose what to do.

“Only, now, and only you and I, can kill that horrible monster!”

Valencian roared, his eyes glaring vertically.

An unusual desperation appeared on his face.

“Saint!”

“Please, at least save my child.”

A body transformed by divine power can hear even the smallest cry, which is a duty and right bestowed by the Lord of Light.

Mateos asked, hearing the voice.

It was a scary thing to hear the answer to.

“Then, Archduke Valen, are you saying that we should give up on them?”

He looked into Valencian's eyes.

Wise, aura-filled black eyes met inhuman yellow ones.

Valencianus did not turn away until the end.

His voice seemed to tremble, but soon regained its composure.

“If not us, who can give up?”

“!”

“Who else but the saint could give up?”

“Valencian!”

“Who else would give up if not me? If I have to, I just do it! Who knows that I’m doing this because I like it? If the saint doesn’t give up now, 10,000 people will mutate next time. If there are 10,000 eroders, f*ck, the capital’s population will be halved. That can’t be happening, right?”

Valencian shouted fiercely.

“Someone has to give up. Let me just say it. If not us, who else can kill 100 people? Who can decide and take responsibility for that?”

“!”

“I am of the royal family and you are the chosen one of God, so you and I must make the decision and take responsibility! Right now, we have the responsibility of blood and right to leave them behind and go kill that monster bastard.”

Just as the saint had the power of divine power, he had the power of experience accumulated over the 40 years of his life before his return.

Not saving those who can be saved feels like negligence, neglect, and a sin of indifference.

I felt that not stopping something that was clearly in sight was negligence, neglect, and a sin of indifference.

Valencianus grabbed Mateos' wrist as if he were watching a young animal heading towards a trap, or as if he were coaxing a child to touch a fire.

They say that a person knows what's hot when they try something, and that's how they grow up.

'Rudy.'

Valencian knew that experience was a very expensive teacher.

I think that saying that you have to experience it to know is the irresponsibility of someone who doesn't want to be a bad person who stops someone who is acting with good intentions.

'We can't lose the capital.'

And he was already determined to become a great scoundrel.

* * *

Blonde hair that was cheerfully and arrogantly passed off, inhuman golden eyes, a white suit that gave off an air of being out of place, and a straightforward way of speaking that was not befitting of royalty.

The scoundrel of the capital, Emperor Valencianus.

Matthew looked at him and thought.

Even though I really know, I still don't know.

It was strangely self-sacrificing and sympathetic to say that it sought only personal gain and rights, and it was aristocratic and arrogant to say that it pursued public interest.

Although he was secretly devoted enough to be called a villain, it would be impossible to call him a good person even if the sky fell.

“… … You left 100 people to die?”

"yes."

A cold reply came back.

Mateos relaxed his arms.

The body that had been reddened cooled down.

I knew the name of this miserable, horrible, sticky feeling.

It was a feeling of helplessness.

It was a feeling that was so out of place for him, the son of God, that anyone who heard it would laugh at him.

“Your Majesty Valen!”

“Lord Valen!”

At that moment, a knight wearing a red cloak and a maid came running from afar.

Valencian laughed when he saw them.

A thought crossed my mind.

It was a crazy idea, even to me.

Shhhhhhhhh!

The giant aphid flower eater was shrinking in earnest, emitting steam and fluid.

If it went back to being the size of a human head, there would be no way to catch it or find it.

“Okay. Then that will work.”

A hollow smile appeared on his lips.

He did not hesitate at a fork in the road, but he did not hesitate to turn back when a new path appeared.

He was not a saint, so he could not perform miracles, and if he wanted to imitate him, it was not the time to be picky about the means and methods.

“Saint. Perhaps there is no need to let him die.”

“Are you kidding me? What are you suddenly saying… …!”

Valencianus shouted at Tentia.

This too was something that could not be done.

Instead of dealing with the difficult saint, it might have been better to pass the burden on to the friendly Tentia.

“Lord Tentia! This is an order! Find the person who is starting to erode now and cut off all the parts of that person. Whether it’s the eyes, arms, legs, or stomach, just cut them off!”

“Yes? Lord Valen. What did you just say?”

Rudy opened his green eyes wide in horror.

She had been watching Valencian's antics for the longest time, but this was completely out of the question.

She looked at Tentia with eyes that said, “Will you stop me?”

Tentia shouted for the sky to leave.

The voice that came out of the helmet rang out loud.

“I, Tentia, will obey that order!”

"yes?!"

Rudy looked at Tentia with an expression that seemed as if he was going to faint.

Tentia was a knight worthy of being called a knight.

She believed in the old adage that when a knight starts to use his head, the estate falls into ruin.

This is because the expensive training of reporters is done to prepare for situations that cannot be solved by thinking hard in the first place.

In other words, the fact that the article had to come out meant that the frontline situation required outstanding force rather than outstanding strategy.

And then what happens when people die?

Are you prepared to have innocent blood on your hands?

If that hadn't been the case, I wouldn't have been writing the article.

No, there was an article telling you to do that.

She instinctively grasped the situation as she watched Mateos, who had the expression of a defeated soldier who had lost his country, Valencianus holding his wrist, and the giant devourer who was about to escape from the encirclement of a hundred or so reserve devourers and priests.

Strength returned to the hand holding the sword 'Hwahan'.

Rudy spoke urgently to Tentia.

“Even if you stop the erosion like that right now, if you lose too much blood, you’ll die.”

Tentia answered, pointing to the rooftop.

“Rudy. There are priests everywhere. This space itself is filled with divine power. The bleeding will stop in no time.”

Rudy was also in a position where he could see the gaze of the person above him.

She nodded, reloaded the magic bullet in her gun, and breathed mana into the dagger Valencian had given her, ‘Saengdong (生冬)’, adding frost and ice to the blade.

“… … I can’t just leave you to die, Lord Tentia. I’ll protect those who have already been completely eroded. Hand over those who can walk to me. I’m more friendly than you, and my sword is smaller, so it’ll hurt less.”

It was said by a person wearing a blood-stained blouse, holding a magic gun and a magic dagger, and whose green eyes glowed with mad loyalty.

To anyone who saw her, she looked like a close confidant of the royal family, a crazy maid.

“I can’t believe it.”

* * *

Mateos thought as he ran towards the giant eroder.

Valencian is a truly unfathomable man.

First, we cut away the eroded area to slow down the erosion, then we take down the giant eroder and treat it properly.

It wasn't an impossible idea.

He had even heard of the same operation.

It is said that the Paladin Angelos did something similar when he closed the Magical Mirror.

In fact, it wasn't such a surprisingly unfamiliar concept.

All we have to do is give first aid and then treat them properly after the battle is over.

Mateos thought.

Then why couldn't he give such an order to his knights?

Of course, digging up human flesh like potato sprouts was far from common medical practice, but given a choice between dying, rotting, and digging up flesh, most people would choose the latter.

Why did Archduke Valencian come up with a new solution as soon as his men arrived, while he was still struggling with the moral dilemma of whether to save or discard the 100?

'Oh, light.'

The saint soon found the answer.

Matheos tried to find the answer, Valencian tried to find the solution.

'I guess it was because he was a saint who had been a seminarian and whose answers were in the scriptures.'

In fact, it is written in the scriptures that ‘the truth is only me.’

'Nothing in the world is the right answer, only the solution, except not to doubt Him.'

Thinking about it that way, Valencian seemed a little different.

Mateos thought he was crazy when he had kidnapped him and taken to Wyvernpit, and he still thought so to some extent, but now he felt a little differently.

It was just a compromise to solve the problem, as the priest was not allowed to ride the wyvern of his own free will and had to get to the monastery as soon as possible.

The eroder has now been reduced from 20 m to about 8 m.

As its body shrank, its steps became faster, and the speed at which it advanced beyond the perimeter of the encirclement was faster than the priests and paladins could suppress its power and hold its ankles.

The upper part, like a flower bud, was fluttering, and it seemed as if something was about to pop out.

“How can someone with only three legs be that fast! He looks like someone who deserves to be torn to pieces, rubbed with vinegar and garlic, deep-fried in boiling oil, and eaten alive by crows!”

Valencian poured out thick, hexagram-like letters.

He too was quite tame because he had Mateos by his side.

Mateos was sure that the curse word was something like an exhalation.

“Archduke Valen. Are you ready?”

“Yes, your majesty.”

Mateos gathered divine power into both hands.

Woof woof woof-!

The surrounding lights and shadows seemed to gather together, distorting, and then white waves of light shot out in narrow fan shapes.

“Squeak!”

The devourer, engulfed in divine power, screamed and its body began to burn.

The 'mouth' that had once been on fire melted and opened up again.

Inside, it was filled with lumps that looked like seeds or eggs.

Valencian shuddered in disgust, drawing up his tongue.

Of course, they had to be eradicated.

“A sharp, stabbing flame! A flame that sticks tenaciously!”

A new strand of magic has been added to the 'Spear of Fire'.

A soft golden glow appeared around Valencian's body like a halo, and he fired a spear of fire.

The spark that flew in a comet-like trajectory entered right into the bastard's 'mouth'.

Whoosh whoosh!!

“Kkieeeek!?”

A flower bud as tall as 8 meters burst into flames from within.