How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 173

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat, episode 173

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Valencianus, Tentia, Hadritan, and Barbatos were shaking their legs in a large conference room in the main palace overlooking the capital city, Soletaraon.

Magistrates and police commissioners came and went, reporting on the unusual situation in the capital, and Valencianus was there to sort things out through smooth communication.

“The grain fleet that arrived has been sent north for now.”

“Well done. The great lords might pillage it.”

“At the market, thugs rioted.”

“Lord Tentia. Go and crush him.”

“A large chimera appears in the west!”

“Sister Sereraji, no. Bring His Highness the Grand Duke here. I think I’ll have to use lightning. This is better than constantly telling him to come and go.”

“In the red-light district… … .”

“Just don’t do anything! I’ll handle it myself.”

The reason they couldn't let go of their tension all day was because they didn't know exactly when the grand lords would arrive.

Valencian asked, breathing coffee and holding onto his senses.

“Your Majesty. Have you heard the story of the Marquis of Asenorta?”

Tentia quenches her thirst with sangria, a cooled drink made by boiling wine with fruit.

“I heard. The strongest swordsman is heading north with an escort of 5,000 men. Isn’t this essentially a declaration of war?”

“First, His Majesty has gathered all the barons and knights of the central region, and the total number of troops they have brought is 30,000.”

“So that’s why there were military tents lined up like that outside the castle walls.”

While they were having that conversation, Hardritan suddenly interrupted.

“The food aid we give them amounts to 80 gold coins every day.”

Rather than being surprised by the amount, Valencian praised the imperial administrators for their price stability.

“You’ve worked hard. Thank you for your efforts in securing the goods.”

So, we must quickly take the oath and send him back, Hardritan was about to say, but he blinked his blue eyes behind his glasses and sat down again with the same momentum he had before.

Hadritan was an administrative genius, but Valencian had forty years of experience in wartime administration.

The most important thing is to be able to count numbers, but remember what you are trying to achieve with those numbers.

'If you want to prevent the great lords from causing chaos in the capital, you have to keep the soldiers in check, even if it means conscription.'

“Sir Barbatos. Are all the Black Iron Knights out as well?”

To Valencianus' question, Barbatos nodded.

“Yes, Your Majesty. All four knight orders have set out.”

'Cheong-eun' roamed the area hundreds of kilometers away every day, keeping an eye on the gathering of nobles to make sure no crazy people would interfere and cause trouble.

'Hwangdong' led his elite soldiers and created a temporary command by incorporating the central barons and knights into his formation.

This was a measure to prepare for the crazy situation in which the escorts of the great nobles would move straight into a siege.

'Heukcheol' moved with Hwangdong, and 'Baekgeum' led the guards and defended the palace.

“Our Black Iron Knights are also on a mission to stabilize the capital city with the police chiefs. The Platinum Knights are standing in the hallway joking around.”

Barbatos looked at Tentia and smirked.

Black Iron and Platinum have been enemies for generations, with Barbatos being the leader of Black Iron and Tentia being the deity of Platinum.

Tentia answered without even blinking an eye.

“I mean, you have enough free time to joke around and have trained your guards well enough to have enough free time. I heard that the police chiefs under Heukcheol are suffering from overwork every day due to the clumsy command of the Heukcheol knights. As a knight, I express my condolences.”

“Haha. Thank you, Lord Tentia. But how could it be more pitiful than those of you who have to protect His Majesty the Emperor?”

Tentia stabbed Barbatos with a verbal awl, and Barbatos swung his verbal war hammer.

It was shameful for an escort knight to be weaker than the object of their escort, and the Platinum Knights, who protected the imperial family at the pinnacle of bloodlines, had long suffered from the ridicule of who was protecting whom.

And the 47th Soletaras Jerilis was one of the strongest men in human history, and naturally, the level of ridicule he inflicted on the Platinum Knights was one of the strongest in history.

Valencian didn't bother to stop the two knights from snarling.

Hardritan asked with an embarrassed expression.

“Can you just leave it like that?”

Valencian laughed debaucherously and drank the sangria that Rudi had poured for him.

“You have to relax like that. Just leave me alone.”

“No. Not those two. I mean the thing floating in the sky.”

"huh?"

Valencian looked out the window.

A huge airship was flying in the western sky.

"world!"

* * *

Flight is a fairly difficult magic, whether it uses wind magic or the pure power of destruction, and magical tools that allow flight have always been classified as the highest quality.

The 'Anima Lamentum' I am wearing right now was also a gift of gratitude from two counts for ending the 30-year-long war.

This means that a magical tool that cannot fly for long and can only float for a short while can be used as a gift of sincere gratitude from the nobles to the emperor.

Flying was a skill worth acquiring.

So everyone was afraid of Jaylilith before the regression.

They fly freely in the sky, casting out powerful magic, and if you try to fight back, they disappear beyond the horizon.

If it is such an amazing thing for a person to fly, how amazing would it be for a machine to fly?

What if that machine were an airship as large as a flagship?

“Your Majesty Valencian. What is that?”

Sir Tentia and Sir Barbatos both looked up at the sky with blank expressions.

Rudy dropped the bottle of sangria he was holding, and Hadritan was wiping his glasses and putting them back on for the fifth time.

I've seen that before the regression.

Dogfight battleship Nibelungen.

A 150m class battleship with a modified floor to allow for a land landing, equipped with eight anti-gravity fields, four magic engineering propellers… … and a low-altitude ship.

It was an artifact that proved the talent of the Iron Lord Marcus, a genius who inherited the dexterity of a dwarf, the magical ability of an elf, and the madness of a human through his blood.

He said the cost of operating one of those is greater than the cost of operating a fleet.

It was also said that if you have the Nibelungen, an economic phenomenon will occur that will lead to you being attacked by the Nibelungen.

I tried to keep my wits about me as I watched the aircraft glide leisurely across the skies above the capital.

It was not something that could be pressured even by me.

“Everyone, wake up!”

“Your Majesty. That… … .”

“If we are like this, what do you think the people in the capital are like?”

I looked at Sir Barbatos, Sir Barbatos looked at the Chief Constable, and the Chief Constable looked at the city.

The streets were filled with people packing their bags and running out.

And it was the Commissioner General's job to send those people home and tell them to go about their business in peace, and it was my job to welcome the Marquis who brought that airship.

"world!"

I rushed out of the palace, confronting Sir Tentia and the Platinum Knights.

“Run away!”

“What is that?”

“The Iron Blood Lord has rebelled!”

The capital's 400,000 citizens rushed out of their homes, and the streets were so crowded that not even a rat could move, much less a carriage.

The problem wasn't welcoming them, but going to welcome them was the problem.

“Your Majesty. What should I do?”

“Valentine. Any good ideas?”

Hardritan and Sir Tentia asked at the same time.

I glanced at the rooftops and the canal and said:

“It looks like the aircraft is trying to land outside the east gate, so let’s go out through the east gate for now. We’ll move to the sewer.”

“Ah. So there was a way.”

“And tell Sereraji to summon some dark clouds. The other wizards will join forces to make some hail and hot rain fall. Then you’ll want to go back inside!”

Tentia Sir hesitated as if she didn't like something, and Hardritan nodded, saying, "So that's one way."

One of the administrators ran back up to the palace, and I looked around to find a building with a passage leading to the culvert.

* * *

I went out through the canal locks and out of the east gate with Sir Tentia, Hadritan, Rudy, and the Platinum Knights.

Kookookookook-.

A 150m long airship was landing on the plain in front of me.

I told the knights in the middle, the barons, and the brass knights to stay still for the time being, and kicked the shin of the idiot who said that we should surround them first, then stood in front of the airship gate, being careful not to let my hair get messed up.

Cheeeeek!

The door opened, steam belching from beneath the lead.

The door that opened downwards became a wide, plank ladder-like passageway, and a group of people walked down from inside the ship.

The man in the lead was tall and had long limbs, wearing a black suit with white stripes and a high-brimmed top hat.

He wore a gold-rimmed pair of glasses on his right eye, and his eyes were soft and he had no facial hair, giving him an overall neat impression.

Unlike other mixed race nobles, he had a human-like appearance and atmosphere in many ways.

On the surface, they appeared to be nothing more than the capital's court aristocrats or bourgeoisie.

In fact, I could hear the voice of Lord Tentia behind me, saying in astonishment, 'How can a great lord wear such a weak outfit?'

But now I was sweating so hard that my shirt was soaking wet.

“You are the Archduke Valencian. I have heard the rumors.”

“Did you experience any inconvenience on your way here?”

I felt nervous despite his gentle greeting and greeted him politely.

A Marquis known as the 'Iron-Blooded Lord' and 'the most dangerous nobleman in the West'.

It was Marcus Devotio Instrumentum.

There were marquises in the West with larger territories than him, marquises with stronger armies than him, and marquises with longer histories than him.

“Of course! I came flying through the wind, who could possibly make me uncomfortable?”

But there was no noble more dangerous than him.

… … I extended my hand first as a member of the royal family, and he took my hand while wearing thin white silk gloves.

As expected, I felt the hard texture of the prosthetic hand.

We do not call a person who cuts off his own arm and attaches a prosthetic hand to use a prosthetic hand he developed normal.

A person who plucked out his own eyes to wear prosthetic eyes that he developed himself is not called normal.

“Oh. You’re not surprised. Everyone else was flinching.”

He looked genuinely surprised and had a pleasant expression on his face.

It was the first time that I had seen ordinary dark brown eyes that were so scary, not even ones with pitch-black darkness like Mateos'.

I tried to act as if nothing had happened.

“It was not I who flinched, but the people of the capital who saw this unfairness. If anyone saw it, they would think that His Majesty’s loyal vassal had come to demonstrate his power.”

“Haha. There’s no way that’s possible.”

“Please eat first. I have prepared lodging and dinner for you.”

Marcus furrowed his eyebrows as if he was reluctant, and looked inside the rain-soaked castle walls.

Smiling as if he had a good excuse.

“Hmm. I’ll have to stay in my airship until the day of the oath. My prosthetic arm is sensitive to moisture. I’m sorry, but I’ll have to decline the dinner because I’m getting motion sickness.”

Hardritan, Sir Tentia, and Rudy all took a deep breath at the same time.

In aristocratic society, refusing entry and dinner meant that one did not want to be treated as a guest and that one did not want to show the proper courtesy to one's host.

I felt my head go cold and spin like crazy.

“Is that so?”

This could be a sign that he did not trust the security of the capital, or it could be a move to create a rumor that the emperor had issued an edict to expel guests, or it could be a move to create a rumor that the emperor had treated him poorly.

It doesn't matter either way.

“Stop talking nonsense and come in obediently when I call you. I guess that clever airship can even stop the Sword Master’s Aura Blast?”

The most dangerous noble in the West smirked.

“That’s how it should be, Soletaras.”

He called out to one of the knights behind me with exaggerated gestures, as if he were performing a play.

He was a knight as large as Sir Barbatos, and his entire body was covered with a black cloak with white stripes.

I also winked at Lord Tentia.

She took a step forward, lowering her mask.

Marcus said.

“Okay. Let me take you somewhere.”

I raised my chin and answered.

“Get ready to sleep in a tent in the palace garden for a whole month, miserably exposed to the night dew!”