How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 138

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat Episode 138

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In the empire, the term 'magul' had various meanings.

In a narrow sense, it meant a 'demon realm' where old things try to come over, a 'den of aliens' where foreign things from that demon realm gather, a colony of demons, etc. In a broader sense, it also meant a slum, a red-light district, a parliament, or a place where many people clash over their own interests.

“The devil is out! Run away!”

“I’m going to kill those guys today. Catch them!”

And the land outside the West Gate, to be precise, north of the Ivory Tower Dominion, was both of those things.

Just then, a horned frog as big as a person jumped out of a small stream and carried a child away, and in a small open space, people wielding broken bottles and clubs were fighting like in an old slum.

“Was there a place like this in the capital?”

“I’ve never been here before… … It’s unfamiliar to me to say that. It’s not that big.”

“This is my first time here too.”

Sereraji let out a soft sigh, and Sir Tentia looked around with trembling eyes.

If the slums were dirty and dangerous, but still places where people lived, this place was a place where people died.

The plain was filled with rubbish and trash cans, a foul smell was rising, and latrines and wells were within easy reach.

But that wasn't the reason why this place felt even more unfamiliar.

No children, women or old people were seen outside.

Typically, in the slums, the above three do odd jobs, commit petty crimes like pickpocketing, light red lights, and men do odd jobs or fight.

But all I saw here was trash and men rummaging through the trash.

It meant that there was nothing the weak could do.

I stopped feeling sorry and started wondering why on earth a place like this existed.

Unlike the slums, this place was surrounded by dirt on all sides.

If I farm, I will eventually be able to eat and live… … .

I realized.

"this."

Farming was not possible here.

The walls of Soletaraon were so high that they seemed to pierce the sky, and because they were on the west side of the walls, they were shadowed all day long.

Because the sun did not shine, the abandoned trash did not decay, but slowly rotted away, harboring poison.

In the first place, it is a land where people cannot live.

When I thought about it that way, it became natural to understand why this place had become such a problem.

“Lord Tentia.”

She answered as she came over and stopped the fight, making everyone run away.

A boy who looked to be about Cornell's age put his missing arm in her lap, and he knelt down at her feet and bowed down.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Do you remember last year when the refugees flocked to the slums because of the Greenskin hordes’ activities?”

“Yes. I remember.”

“At that time, there were so many poor people that the slums almost overflowed. There were fights between hundreds of people. Cornell and I worked hard to reduce the number.”

“These are the people who couldn’t come in at that time… … .”

There was a hint of regret in Lord Tentia's voice.

She lifted up the boy who was lying at her feet.

* * *

“Little brother. We have to find a solution to this problem somehow.”

Sereraji was the first to speak about a topic other than magic.

It seemed serious to her too.

“The mission I was given was to find the demon or the alien… … I guess I’ll have to do that. I’ll have to talk to Cornell too.”

“They say that if even one person starts erosion in a place like this, it will spread in an instant. From what I can see, it looks like some people have already started.”

Among people who had nothing to eat, there were those who were unusually large or had strange veins protruding from their bodies.

Sir Tentia placed her hand on the 'hwahan' handle, and I shook my head.

“Let’s leave it alone for now.”

"majesty?"

“It’s much better than I expected when I first saw this place. It’s still recoverable.”

Sir Tentia narrowed her red eyes.

“Are you deliberately waiting for their erosion to worsen and run wild, and then using that as an excuse to turn this place into a wasteland?”

“What does that mean?”

I asked back in confusion, but Lord Tentia did not back down.

“Your Majesty, that is not something a human being should do. You have been crossing the line too much recently. Please act like a royal, like a commoner. Not long ago, you made a secret pact with a criminal… … .”

Hmm… … I guess you didn’t think I’d come up with such a vicious solution.

“… … Your Majesty should be a chess player, not a pawn. But Your Majesty keeps throwing himself into the middle of the board. I really don’t know what Your Majesty is thinking now.”

Sir Tentia let out a deep sigh.

A sad and bitter look appeared on his manly face.

It seemed like he really felt sorry for me.

I felt like my heart was being held tightly.

I had to keep being a jerk, but I didn't want to be mean to the people who cared about me.

The things I've done recently… … First of all, the repercussions of the kidnapping of the saint were too great.

You probably know about the secret agreement between the two congressmen and Sereraji, and this time, they joined hands with the Red Mask to fight the Paladins.

As a faithful Tentia, this would be an unimaginable act of wickedness.

This time, I need to give you confidence and stability.

“I know. I don’t think so.”

I looked straight into their eyes and spoke seriously.

When Lord Tentia still looked doubtful, I added a word.

“And that’s a very ineffective strategy against the public.”

Even though he knew that an accident would occur, he let it happen, and when the accident occurred, he used that as an excuse to kill the person.

It was a strategy used several times against neutral lords who showed signs of joining the rebels before the return.

This worked well when taking out one or two people, but it didn't work well when dealing with an entire group of these 'people'.

The key is to justify the target's elimination to the people by claiming that the target caused an accident, but there was no reason to convince them that they should all die together.

Even though I was such a loser, I wasn't trash enough to order people to bombard the castle walls when the ravagers weren't even crawling out in a line.

Besides, wyvern bombing was fu*king expensive, and it would have been cheaper to use that money to help resettle the people.

“I promise. I will never resort to violence when resolving this matter. I will resolve it properly and knightly, just as you wish.”

You can do it.

maybe.

“Are you sure?”

Lord Tentia was delighted.

Her short red hair fluttered in the spring breeze, and a smile of emotion appeared on her manly face.

He was like a father facing a prodigal son who had repented his sins.

“Yeah. Would I really lie to you?”

“How many times have you done it… … That’s not important. I’ll forget it all. You’ve thought it through well. Let’s start over like this.”

I was so touched that a tear seemed to well up in my eye.

Cherry blossom petals flew in from somewhere and fluttered, and soon she burst into hearty laughter.

The people who had been eavesdropping on our conversation and the boy who had been following Sir Tentia around fell to the ground in surprise.

Honestly, there was no need to mess around with this.

What Jaylilith had told me to do wasn't to hunt demons or foreign objects, but to go and see what was there.

I said, looking around.

“I guess I’ll have to think about the refugee issue a bit more. Let’s first take care of the mission we’ve been given. Let’s start by looking for traces of demons or foreign objects.”

* * *

The search proceeded very peacefully.

Clang, clang, clang.

When Lord Tentia walked around in full body armor, humming a song, everyone scattered and ran away.

You might expect some mischievous children to hide in the crowd and throw rocks, or a reckless pickpocket or two to show up, but there were no such children here.

Smoke was rising from all over, smoke from burning corpses.

If you were not buried in the church cemetery, you would react to the evil that had permeated the atmosphere and become undead, so there would be no church here.

It seems like the horned frog I saw earlier isn't even considered a demon here.

A few men gathered at the riverside, slaughtered them with spears, skinned them, roasted them over a fire, and took them back to their tents.

Tentia Sir looked at it with a mixture of emotions, and Sereraji opened her eyes of different colors slightly and showed an expression of interest.

“Valentine. Do you see that frog?”

"of course."

“That’s a species that doesn’t normally grow horns.”

“!”

Sir Tentia asked.

“Then isn’t it eroded?”

Sereraji shook her head.

“The Southern Giant Frog is a favorite test subject because of its fast growth rate and large size. And making the frogs grow horns, grow claws, or retain a tail is the first lesson in creating non-mammalian chimeras.”

I thought I knew what she was trying to say.

“If it’s a chimera, it’s already an unstable life form, so it would mutate immediately if exposed to the erosive energy.”

… … That wasn’t the case.

“There is no sign of erosion or foreign matter here.”

“You got the point. Yes, little brother. Whether it’s the eroder or the foreign substance, it won’t be the old one. In the end, it’ll be a demon at best.”

Demon.

There were intelligent beings like orcs and goblins, beasts like direwolves and dire tigers that had grown gigantic after being exposed to mana, and aliens like mermen that had crossed over to this world long ago and had reproduced on their own and blended in with the world.

If there was one thing they had in common, it was that they were no longer in much danger.

“Then… … Your Majesty, I will give the Adventurer’s Guild a suitable request and finish it.”

Humans, at least the noble class including knights, have become incomparably stronger than in the past by receiving only good bloodlines from all races, and now the demons are targets of salvation and subjugation, not war.

The reason why eroders and foreign objects are dangerous is because their numbers can be called through mental waves, and the fighting power of each individual can be sufficiently handled.

“Okay. Then is there anything else you want to look for? I don’t want to stay any longer, so let’s go back quickly.”

Sereraji said coolly.

“There are mountains of research I want to do and research I need to do, so what are you planning on doing by keeping me in this garbage dump?”

Strangely enough, it seemed like he was strangely restless.

I have seen that gold and silver bell tremble like that before.

It was when I went to the Magic Street and the Learning Street to deal with the problem of those bastard invaders.

If Jaylilith finds out that the bastards have been corrupted, she is afraid that we too will be purged and corrupted, so she said that it would be better to kill them all.

In Sereraji, I had just received my training and the right to learn magic, and I fully understood the fear of those with much to lose.

Even now, she was acting the same way as before.

It seems like he has a lot to lose, and he can't get caught.

Sir Tentia narrowed her eyes and went down towards the river.

The boy tried to stop him, saying it was dangerous, but he wouldn't listen.

I glanced at it and looked up at Sereraji standing on high ground.

“Sister.”

She was smiling brightly, her gold and silver jewelry shining.

The subtle waves of mana now seemed to be no longer lacking in the adjective 'great' in front of 'wizard', and the luxurious robes, cone-shaped hat, and long staff he received from his heavenly teacher were full of luster and authority.

“Why is that?”

“You know, that chimera.”

“… … .”

“Do you make a lot of things other than frogs?”

The worst!

There was a sound of water parting.

A crocodile that changed color like a chameleon in the river rushed to Sir Tentia.

and.

puck!

He rolled on the floor with his skull split open by the blow.

The boy opened his mouth wide and looked at Sir Tentia.

“… … There may be something like that too.”

“But maybe?”

Sereraji's eyes grew cold.

“I guess mixing human blood will be the final step.”

She didn't shake her head.

I chose my words carefully.

“If it had come from the ivory tower.”

If I felt that a few chimeras were attacking her home ivory tower because they had harmed a few refugees, Serenade would have summoned a lightning storm to blow away everything nearby, and me.

“How did it come out?”

Sereraji smiled faintly.

“Thank you, little brother.”

It felt like he knew what I was thinking.

The spring breeze blew her navy hair.

She opened her mouth with a cough.

“Perhaps the merchants stole them from the incinerator, or the weak-hearted cadets took pity on them and released them.”

At that moment, Sir Tentia came running towards us.

“Be careful!”

"huh?"

“He will not pity Your Majesty!”

Something was looking down at us from behind the trash heap.

Scorpion human?