How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 134

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat Episode 134

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Tentia wielded her dagger and 'hwahan' and cut off the tentacles, carapace, and other dark things growing from the human body.

He tore out a face-shaped tumor from a mother's arm in front of her crying child and cut off the tentacles that were eating the child's fingers.

“I'm here to help.”

“Leave the tumors on your torso to us!”

The faithful knights helped her, swinging their swords.

They too could wield the powers of healing and purification, though not to the same extent as priests.

Tentia was a faithful knight, and it was an honor to wield a sword alongside them.

He has always swung his sword to save someone by killing them.

Now, it was a sword that was swinging only to survive.

Rudy ran through the alleys of the market and pulled the trigger of the gun he held in his left hand.

The magic bullet made in Sereraji's workshop blew up the head of the lower-level eroder that was already too late, and even destroyed the body that was struggling while sending out electricity that remained inside.

Taaang! Taaang! Taaang!

I blew up the head of an eroder that was stuck in a sewer hole and was aiming for the ankles of people passing by, I blew up the head of an eroder that had a human upper body and a locust lower body, and I blew up the head of an eroder that had transformed into a giant carnivorous beetle.

They died without even knowing how they died.

By the standards of the time, it was a very peaceful death.

“Come here.”

“Please kill me. Please, please, please.”

Rudy grabbed the weeping man's hand and dragged him out of the narrow alley.

“I’m going to cut it now, so go over there and stop the bleeding. Hold on tight and run.”

"yes yes?"

wickedness!

“Whoa!”

The sharp dagger 'Saengdong' accurately targeted and dug only the eroded areas.

Valencian trusted her and entrusted her with the task.

To assist him by his side, and to assist him from behind.

Make sure everything is tidy when he gets back.

What allows him to live looking only ahead.

That was the maid's job.

“Back, back.”

“Go. I will protect you.”

“Kurrrrrr-.”

The eroder, finally losing his mind, jumped up and charged.

It was a black leopard with no hair, six legs, and a mouth split into four slits.

Taat, Rudy lowered his body and kicked the ground.

He passed under the leopard's body and injected a little more mana into the dagger 'Vitality' that he had fixed in reverse.

As the name 'Living Winter' suggests, frost and ice clung to the blade, making it more than a span long.

Saaaaak-!

The sharp blade swung long, tearing the leopard's stomach apart.

"oh!"

At the last moment, a scorpion-like tail struck her gun, causing it to crack with a cracking sound.

For a moment, Rudy's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

'Please, I beg you. I don't want you to get hurt because of me. Please give me the strength to protect you.'

I remembered his request.

'It's a gift from Valen.'

The shrunken green pupils emitted a cold light, and the eyes, trained with talent, effort, and the magical tool 'Four-Point Glasses', found the correct sword path.

Instead of a second gun, she pulled out a second 'vitality' and extended the length of the blade.

“How dare you use the weapon that Lord Valen gave you!”

With a hot heart and a cool head, he swung a dagger as long as a short sword.

The black panther stood up on two feet and fought back with all four paws, but Rudy continued to slash and stab the black panther deeply, stabbing and cutting the ankles, the back of the joints, under the jaw, and into the eyes.

It was the day when Tentia felt the joy of saving our side, and Rudy felt the joy of killing the enemy.

* * *

“It’s coming to an end.”

Sereraji dragged his tired body to the battlefield.

Even for her, it was difficult to control a single thundercloud.

My body was filled with a feeling of heat, perhaps because I had used the power of my bloodline, including the dragon's tongue, rather than the circle magic I had learned later in life.

But her two different colored eyes still sparkled with curiosity.

'There's so much I don't know yet. I'm glad. There's so much I can learn in the future.'

That was the difference between Sereraji and Geselees.

She was the kind of person who, when she felt her own shortcomings, was happy that she could learn more in the future.

He was not someone who wanted to learn magic to do something, but someone who wanted to learn magic.

Most of these people achieved social success and a certain position regardless of their innate talent.

“Sir Barbatos. May I take a little of that? I have permission from His Majesty to study the Encroachers.”

“Your Highness the Grand Duke of Sereraji? Hmm. I wonder what the knights would say.”

“Wouldn’t you like to receive priority access to the lightning penetration magic tools produced in my workshop?”

“Hahaha. Who would notice if a little finger disappeared?”

A large knight with a handsome black beard.

He had just finished beheading Mandrion and cutting his torso in half.

Everyone who knew him said he was a good knight, a good father, and a good captain.

He knew what the 'moderate line' was in many fields, and he knew how to compromise and gain the best interests of others.

But the reason he is called a 'good captain' rather than just a 'quick captain' is…

This was because the privilege was not just for himself, but was one he shared with his subordinates.

“Sir, the smuggled cigarettes are gone. I didn’t even notice when they were gone.”

“No items were brought into the six hideouts of the Red Mask.”

“There was a tip that he went to Hope, but the informant was a drunken gambler.”

“Look at that… …!”

The constables in their light armor and coats and the black iron knights in their black full-body plate armor came running and reported.

They were fighting smugglers, thugs, and corrupted smugglers and thugs.

Even to Barbatos, it seemed like an unreasonable request to monitor even the actions of the red-masked loach.

“I wanted to catch that loach-like woman and send her to Wyvernpit. What a shame.”

“I’m sorry. We… … .”

“No. I did as much as I could.”

Barbatos pretended not to see Sererazie cut off Mandrion's fingers and tentacles and put them in a small sealed box.

“You don’t necessarily need evidence to catch the red-light district manager. Tax evasion and resistance are the norm here. Once you catch him, all you have to do is find evidence. Build a siege right away… .”

“Captain.”

A knight came running carrying a piece of paper.

“There were twenty cans of eroded tobacco left at the scene. And next to them were about ten guys tied up in yellow hoods.”

“!”

A spark flashed in Barbatos' eyes.

The yellow hooded men were lackeys of a smuggler's gang led by the Encroacher.

These were people who had to be interrogated to obtain information, and each and every one of them had achievements to report to Jaylilith.

“Go and secure it. You must not kill it. What is that paper?”

“That’s the letter that was stuck there.”

“A letter? Give it to me.”

"that is……."

The knight hesitated unusually, and Barbatos snatched the letter away.

[I catch a few guys running towards the red light district and send them away. I didn't touch a single one of the eroded cigarettes.]

Beneath it was a small drawing of a fox's face in red ink.

In a word, it was both tribute and bribe.

It was also a signal to please look at me kindly so that I wouldn't cross the line.

“Hahahaha!”

Barbatos burst into hearty laughter, crumpled up the letter, and threw it away.

“It’s quite good.”

“The encirclement is… … .”

“Okay. Since I received a bribe once, I should let you off the hook once. Besides, since I am the commander of the Black Iron Knights, we will meet again before long.”

Barbatos thought of the sophisticated woman in the red fox mask.

I did not know whether he had really planted a spy among the police chiefs, or whether he was in communication with Valencianus in various ways, as the outrageous rumors said.

But it was clear that he was capable of managing people and getting the job done.

He still doesn't understand how when he raided the red-light district, all of 'Hope''s paperwork was in order, and not a single illegal weapon or drug was found.

The knight laughed heartily, thinking of the day when he would triumph over that sensual bourgeois money-ghost.

* * *

The fight is over.

All the eroders were burned to death, and Saint Matthew and his priests healed those who had their eroded parts cut out.

“Thank you, Saint.”

“Your legs… are back?”

“Mom, Dad!”

We couldn't save everyone, but we saved many.

I had a feeling he would grow into a slightly different person than the Black Saint Mateos I knew before his regression.

At that time, he was not the type of person who felt sorry for the people involved, and was even more angry at the eroder who had just caused a mental breakdown in the same situation.

He was the kind of person who would rush at the invaders while scolding other priests who were in agony.

The reason he changed is probably because of the ten years he lived without the title of saint.

Ten years is a long time.

Rivers and mountains change with time, and I have prevented wars several times in just one year.

… … The role I originally wanted to give to Mateos was the villain of villains.

Before his return, when a city was eroded, he would circle the surrounding territory, purify it, and relocate the people.

Anyone who felt even the slightest hint of erosion was burned to death, and anyone who was healthy was driven out.

After preventing the erosion from spreading between people, he entered the city alone and burned it down.

If Jaylilith did that, it was obvious that even the intact cities and territories would join the rebels, so he left it to the church, which had no such thing as an opposition party.

I need to think about how to deal with that situation when it comes up again.

"ha."

I let out a small sigh.

It was a similar feeling to when I met the Northern Duke Severic.

I liked how Mateos usually acted like a saint.

No, it's not like I enjoy throwing away 100 people or digging up human flesh like potato sprouts.

When he performed a miracle at the monastery and saved the heir to the count's family, I felt like my faith was really growing.

But the knowledge I had and the title I had did not want the 'ordinary saintly' Mateos, and did not want the decision of saving one hundred between the uncertain ten thousand and the certain hundred.

If someone has to decide.

If someone is to be held accountable.

“I have to do it.”

This might be possible, since Jaylilith said she would save him once.

I went down to Hope Casino.

Neither Rudy nor Tentia Kyung nor Sereraji took their sister with them.

The three were sent back to the palace.

I still had work to do.

“Are you ready?”

In the spacious hall of the casino, a bar was set up, and guards were busily moving the elaborate gambling machines into the inner room.

“VIP. Are you here?”

The guard bowed his head politely.

The hall was as sumptuous and ornate as ever, and, unlike usual, was filled with boxes of the finest tobacco.

It was 'half' of the amount brought in by smugglers.

The red mask was waiting for me, sitting at a table in the middle, with high-quality whiskey, ice, and snacks.

“You’re safe. That’s a relief.”

She said as she filled my glass with a refined gesture.

“It was all thanks to you, Sereraji.”

“Can’t you say it’s my fault, even if it’s just an empty remark?”

She immediately changed her words.

“It’s also thanks to VIP that he was sent to me.”

"yes."

It was always nice to hear that I was grateful.

I think it's because I've been living for 40 years, no, 41 years including last year, hearing that it was my fault.

I toasted with the Red Mask, and also toasted with the surrounding action leaders and officers.

They all knew my identity and drank their glasses in embarrassment.

“What time do you have an appointment for today?”

“The tail will soon be 'caught'.”

“Sir Barbatos must have kept his mouth shut?”

“I caught about ten guys wearing yellow hoods and sent them to you.”

“How many minutes do I have to hold out?”

“There are four secret passages. If you hold out for just one minute, everyone can escape far away.”

I smiled with satisfaction and emptied my glass.

It was going to be the last fight of the day.

As I took a short break and plucked the scales from my arms that had lost their luster and strength, my stomach started to churn.

The guards, action leaders, and officers stood up, shook off their posts, and prepared to run away, leaving only their faces exposed.

I too got up from my seat and headed towards the stairs.

“We are the Knights of the Church of Light! We came here after hearing that there was a lot of tobacco smuggling going on here.”

A thunderous shout rang out, and knights in white armor and soldiers from the church's 'purification squad' came running down the stairs.

They looked at my face and their mouths fell open.

I shouted so that everyone could hear.

“What the heck! I got caught! Get out!”