How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 144

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat Episode 144

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Valencian believed that if he could sacrifice a little dignity, humanity, and ethics at the right moment, he could be greatly rewarded.

Of course, I knew that if I continued to act like this towards the ivory tower people I was supposed to meet, I might get struck by lightning one night.

But in his opinion, mass production of the gun was essential to protect the empire, his back, and the back of Jaylilith's head from the encroachers that would come in the future.

Gestarte nodded to her disciple Niar, and Valencianus followed her with Ludi.

Rudy looked at Valencianus and Niar and thought that there was something similar between the two.

Valencian was dressed in a white suit, while Niar was wearing black suit trousers, a crisp white blouse, and a vest.

But that 'similarity' wasn't simply a matter of a love of conquest.

He was arrogant and cocky, but also strangely delicate, and had a unique air of desperation that was dangerous.

Niar reached into a handleless closet in a room at the end of a long hallway.

“I don’t like this.”

Mumbling in a whining voice.

Rudy was startled by the sight, because Niar's hand was sucked inside the closet door.

A few seconds later, a yellow lightning bolt coursed down her arm, and then a handle appeared on the closet door.

Only when Niar grabbed the handle and opened it did the closet open.

She looked at Valencian and said.

“He is truly a person without the heart of a person who conveys his message.”

Valencian answered with his golden eyes shining indifferently.

“Do you see it?”

“How can you treat your senior like that? His talent is like a treasure to this world.”

“I came to get the magic tools so that I can protect that treasure a little better.”

“I’m talking about the emotional aspect! For him, the memories of the ivory tower and his master are as delicate as thorny glass flowers… …!”

Rudy opened his green eyes coldly and glared at Niar.

Since childhood, she has lived in a palace where hierarchy is valued as life itself.

I was secretly dissatisfied with the way elders like Gestarte spoke to Valencianus, but I couldn't stand to see his disciple speak to his master like that.

“Speak up. He is the Emperor Valencianus. He is the second most powerful man in the empire.”

Her voice was gentle and loving, and her words were filled with good teachings.

The muzzle of the gun she aimed was firm and ruthless, and it contained a teaching that was worth paying a high tuition fee.

Niar opened his mouth wide and laughed as if he found this situation ridiculous.

The heat of mana was evident in the eyes, which were a mixture of cream and red, and a neutral metallic sound flowed out.

“How dare a maid who can’t even set foot on a magic island point that ugly weapon at anyone?”

Rudy smiled kindly and gently.

Her cheeks were rimmed with dimples and her green eyes shone like emeralds in the sun.

“Little wizard. Do you want to have your heart pierced by that ugly weapon?”

But the finger on the trigger didn't waver at all.

Valencian then intervened.

“Rudy. It’s my job to cause trouble. Put the gun down. Speak nicely. Even if you say that, Niar will give you a new gun.”

It was an ambiguous statement, and both Rudy and Niar understood it.

No matter how much Niar tried to show off his pride, in the end it was Rudy who had to receive it, so he just had to smile.

No matter how much you try to build up your pride, you will end up giving in, so don't get too worked up and get laughed at.

“Tch.”

“Yes, Lord Valen.”

Niar took a wooden box out of the closet, placed it on the table, and opened the lid.

The lid also had a magical lock similar to that on the closet.

A yellow electric current flowed through his body, confirming the identity of the one seeking the magic gun, and the process itself was an electric shock.

Smoke rose from the tips of Niar's red cream hair, she frowned, and Rudy, unable to bear to watch, wondered if something was wrong, when the seal on the magic gun opened.

“This is bigger than the one I received last time. It has more power and stronger recoil. The range is similar. … … That’s what I heard.”

Niar said in a tired voice.

Valencianus took a look at the gun.

It was as long as his arm, and the muzzle consisted of two long barrels mounted one above the other.

It was a semi-cocked type that folded in half just in front of the trigger, so that two bullets could be loaded directly into the opened barrel.

“Rudy. How are you?”

Rudy held the long pistol and turned it lightly.

Both the metal barrel and the wooden buttstock were cold, as if they had not been out of the closet for a long time.

Woof.

Rudy could feel the gun whine every time she touched it.

It was similar to the feeling Tentia felt when she picked up 'Hwahan'.

There was something that a master instinctively realized when a tool met its master.

“Mr. Valen. I love it. I’m sorry to say this, but I can’t wait to try it.”

Niar narrowed his eyes and frowned.

“I was going to take it out… … !”

“I know. Thank you. You must have been in a lot of pain. I will use it well. With this, I will protect your highness, Sereraji, so don’t hate Valen too much.”

As Rudy held the gun and thought about it, Niar was still young, around puberty.

I thought it would be okay to treat her a little more kindly.

Niar nodded without saying anything.

* * *

Gestarte lifted the corners of her veiled mouth as she heard laughter coming from beyond.

“Your brother seems excited.”

“I’m sorry, Master. I didn’t mean to bring him to the ivory tower.”

Sereraji sighed deeply and distorted his stern face.

But Gestarte slowly shook her head.

“I’ll tell you before Cryos returns.”

"yes?"

“Even within the ivory tower, there are voices calling for the use of magic guns again.”

“!”

“You fools. You’re trying to wield the same weapon that once enslaved us to the magic circuit.”

Sereraji's expression hardened.

The emotions cleared from her mind and cool reason returned.

“Is there anything I can do as an Archduke?”

“I’m already doing it.”

"yes?"

Her teacher surprised her again this time.

“I have to apologize in advance. You said you were going to take the gun and test it in various situations and write a report. I had to buy time.”

“Good job. It’s okay.”

Gestarte lowered her voice.

“The Earth School guys are all crazy. They are the slowest casters, but they are releasing that fast weapon into the world. So if the magic gun is destined to be released into the world again, it should go into the hands of those who won’t spread it around carelessly.”

The hands of those who will not spread it carelessly.

After hearing those words, Sereraji thought of Emperor Jayrillis for a moment.

My half-brother who killed all of my blood relatives to control the danger.

There was no way the Emperor would let go of a weapon that enabled even a child to fight a knight in plain clothes.

I will tell it very limitedly, only to the most loyal ones.

“Then we can say that our ivory tower cannot take out the magic gun again because of the imperial family’s restraint. And you can control the magic gun within the imperial family.”

“!”

In Sereraji, gold and silver were in a state of flux.

A thrill ran through my two eyes of different colors.

As expected, the world is complicated and I don't understand how it works.

But this was already being done.

Valencian told her a few months ago.

One day, my older sister may have to take the lead in making a magic gun.

The work of maintaining Rudy's gun now was in the same vein.

'Were you looking out?'

“You said you would be the bridge between the Ivory Tower and the Imperial Magic Workshop. Do you know how great a position that is?”

Gestarte asked.

Sereraji took a deep breath and cleared the thoughts swirling around in his head.

She looked up and said.

“I think it was a very irresponsible choice. Doing something I’m not good at and don’t like. I guess there’s nothing I can do since I’ve already cast the spell. I plan on using my bad brother.”

Gestarte nodded.

“It looks like there was a flash a while ago.”

“How… did you know?”

Serera asked with a hint of embarrassment.

The master smiled like the sky.

“Don’t you have a rough idea of how far Niar can go?”

"ah."

“That’s the meaning of celebrating together. Take it without any burden. I originally planned to teach you, but since you’re leaving, I’m giving it to you now.”

Sereraji looked at the thick grimoire that Gestarte had handed him.

It was a defensive field magic that used the attributes of both the Lightning School and the Destruction School.

"thank you."

The author's name was Gestarte, and the magic he created himself was like 'Infiltration' and 'Diffusion' by Sereraji.

The Grand Wizard's Grimoire was something that could not be purchased with money alone.

“I won’t give you armor. Grand Duke Valen might think otherwise, but we are noble wizards, not fighters. I don’t mean to disparage the Warlocks, but we can’t reach the truth by compromising like that. I hope this is the gift you were hoping for.”

Sereraji had two eyes of different colors shining.

She became a flash of light following her master, but her master became the sky through which the flash would advance.

'The more I get to know him, the more I realize how amazing he is.'

There are few things more inspiring than getting the heart of a genius beating.

Sereraji bowed her head deeply.

A moment later, Cryos returned carrying a red lump of meat shaped like a heart buried in the ice.

It was a blood bond that multiplied the amount of mana that accumulated in the heart.

Since it required several powerful demons to create, each one was much more expensive than an average castle.

In terms of offering it as a 'reasonable' compensation, it was a part that showed how the Saengjo School's position in the ivory tower was almost insecure due to this chimera incident.

Sereraji knew the value of the bloodline and thought it was too much, so he refused.

“Please put this old professor’s mind at ease.”

I heard that and accepted it.

What made Sereraji feel the most strange that day was that he really liked the things he had received when he went there.

“See? It was good of you to come with me, wasn’t it?”

“Shut up!”

So, all the way to the palace, I kept on bombarding Valencian with electric attacks.

* * *

I slowly descended into the palace prison.

Prisons were not places to keep criminals off the streets, but rather places where the monarch could torture them by telling them to go to some dog-like place before killing them.

My legs were a little shaky, as I had rotted here for about a month before returning, but the smell of blood and excrement was much less than then.

When I think about it carefully, it was all thanks to me.

Instead of putting the criminals in jail, tormenting them, and then killing them in the square, they sent them straight to Wyvernpit, which resulted in the prisons being completely emptied.

“You’re here!”

“Oh my, Your Majesty Valencian.”

So the guards and the guards considered me a benefactor.

A job that pays money without requiring any work – isn't that wonderful?

“I came to see that merchant. Do you have a moment?”

“Yes. You can spend as much time as you want.”

The guard even handed me a bunch of keys.

I went down to the prison cell and stopped in front of the bars of one of the prisoners.

He was a merchant who used to operate in the Ivory Tower special zone, and he was a guy who quickly acquired relatively high-quality chimeras and sold them widely.

“Don’t you want to live?”

There was a moment of silence, and then the answer came.

“The merchant has lost all his wealth, and I am already dead.”

It was a remark intended to raise my price.

“Isn’t there money buried in the ground? With that money, I could start over in another estate.”

“… … .”

“Recently, a canal has been built in Count Delusiato’s territory. This place, where commerce is so developed, will prosper even more and become the largest trading city in the North. It won’t be difficult to find a new status during this transition period.”

“What do you want from me?”

“Who is the person who bought the guard chimeras from you? Tell me. I can’t kill my own family.”

Before long his mouth opened.

“… … I don’t know the name either.”

Since I had already started something, I wanted to see it through to the end.

I was afraid of what the guy who secretly bought the chimera would do with it.

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