How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 179

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat, episode 179

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The first person Valencianus visited was not Tentia or Ludi, but Sereragie.

Although she was a Wizard, a research magician, not a Warlock, a combat magician, she was among the combat magicians who exuded a knightly aura at the top of the Imperial Magic Workshop simply because she was proficient in powerful offensive magic.

Valencian used his authority as the Grand Duke to have Sererazie removed to her study, where Sererazie's face twisted into a grimace.

“I really don’t understand why so-called magicians are so interested in swordsmanship and training.”

“Hmm. How about you take an interest in it now, Sister?”

At this, Valencianus made a suggestion, thinking of the battle mage Celerazie before his return.

“Then I can’t even give you this gift. Do you know how hard it is to engrave a spell on each drop of liquid metal and make sure that the spell remains when they’re combined?”

One cold rebuke and he was gone.

“Okay. I’m sorry. But have you actually already calculated backwards and made it into a product?”

“The magic circle is already there, and the item that needs to be put on it is there, right? All I have to do is move it. What’s so difficult about that?”

Sereraji said that with a smug smile on his face.

Her two eyes of different colors shone with pride in herself.

The task of deciphering the 'Blur' and 'Diffuse' spells engraved on the silver plate brought from Gremorius and engraving them on the liquid metal armor 'Aqua-Teg' was a task of such difficulty that if an ordinary wizard succeeded, it would be considered the magnum opus of a lifetime.

Sereraji had it done in less than a month, and had made four sets: one for Valencianus, one for Rudy and Tentia, and a prototype to show to Jaylilith.

“Anyway, if you feed this to your uniform and infuse it with mana, you’ll be able to move stealthily as if you were wearing an invisibility potion or an invisibility cloak. Of course, the effect will be a little less than those, but the activation time will be much longer.”

Valencian spoke in an unusually serious voice.

“Thank you. Really.”

His golden eyes sparkled, and for a moment, a pure smile like that of a boy of that age returned to his worn-out yet arrogant face.

In Sereraji, the yellow and blue gold and silver trembled and answered refreshingly.

“What thank you? I don’t know what I’ll do with this. Well, I guess I’ll just do whatever I want, like crazy and reckless. Please praise Sereraji for his great deeds to His Majesty the Emperor.”

“Of course. If you can hold and shake the Great White Shark of the East, half of it is yours, Sister.”

Sereraji made a disgusted expression.

“Why are you suddenly saying such correct things? Did you do something wrong to me? … … Or are you going to do something wrong?”

A deep crack appeared on Valencian's once innocent expression.

The once brightly smiling eyes became sunken and worn-out, and the boy's white cheeks returned to the pale cheeks of a scoundrel.

“That’s why… … I don’t like quick-witted wizards.”

* * *

In Sereraji, the white face turned blue and red and was disgusting.

The fresh face was filled with an unusual desperation, and the yellow, blue, and gold trembled.

“Little brother. I don’t know what you’re going to say, but I’m telling you, you won’t. Do you hear me, little brother?”

“No one should know that this is what I did, but Lord Tentia already has spies disguised as servants inside the palace. The knights’ quarters are comparatively less well-guarded. There’s no point in getting rid of them. Once the spies are gone, everyone will know that the knight and his escort have moved.”

“There’s Rudy too. Doesn’t he do the work of several elite soldiers? Isn’t he also very fit? Didn’t you even buy him magic tools?”

“Rudy must stand guard on top of the palace with a pistol.”

Sereraji let out a deep sigh.

A look of resignation spread across his cold face.

It was no longer surprising that this crazy, rascally brother, who had kidnapped a saint and gone to visit a marquis who was hostile to the imperial family with just six people, was doing something new.

“Yes. If it’s something that needs to be done secretly and requires strong firepower, you should come to the wizard.”

“No. We don’t need any special firepower. It’s a stealth mission. And we’ll have to sleep out in the fields for a day or two, and we’ll have to walk quite a bit.”

Valencian no longer lowered his voice, as if he were apologetic.

Serena called out to him for his shameless attitude, and he fell to the floor at once.

“Putting aside the bizarre idea of using a wizard on an infiltration mission, how many kilometers would that require walking?”

Valencian thought for a moment and then answered.

“At least 50km?”

Sereraji has once again called for a lightning strike.

* * *

The two left the capital via the canal on a merchant's ship, then crossed the trackless plains towards the Eastern Alliance camp.

The soldiers numbering over 60,000 were elite soldiers trained by the great nobles.

Both Valencianus and Celerazi could feel a considerable amount of mana within their bodies.

Although they were not mana users who could arbitrarily manipulate the mana in their bodies, they were superhumans who could break a person's head with a single punch.

Sixty thousand such men, fully armed and commanded by excellent knights and officers, were spread out in barracks like clouds.

The fence, built by the engineers and wizards with wood and earth magic, was almost like Saturn, and wizards and observers kept watch from high observation towers, while sentries stood outside the fence.

The area outside the fence, about 100 meters, was cleared of weeds, and about 500 meters away from the fence, searchers were hiding in the grass and guarding the area.

Sereraji looked at the sight with observation magic and lamented.

“Brother. Think about it again. Even if I am a genius magician, the level of the magicians over there is also amazing.”

“All those great guys have entered the capital with the escorts. Don’t worry. Just cast a silver magic spell.”

“Don’t you know? They say that silver magic breaks down once you use up mana. I don’t know how many alliances there are, but it looks like there are 15 direct families gathered, so even if you somehow manage to burn the first line of the line secretly, you have to burn the remaining 14 without being able to hide the mana. Do you believe that’s possible?”

Valencian replied with a grin.

“Of course. You know who I am.”

“… … I don’t know. Do as you wish, whether you live or die.”

Sereraji cast a silver magic spell on Valencianus with a calm expression.

Valencian smiled and disappeared into the grass.

The gorgeous white uniform melted translucently into the darkness of the night.

In Sereraji, the spells 'Lightning Spear' and 'Flash' were tied separately in both hands to be used in case of emergency.

'First, let's throw it at the commander and fly away with our little brother. It might be electrocution, but it's better than being caught and killed, right? … … What on earth is he thinking? If those guys aren't fools, shouldn't they band together and fight against the royal family? He's even demanding grain now. Hadritan clearly said that we don't have enough to eat.'

Suddenly, it occurred to me that even if I were to learn the truth about magic, I would not know Valencian's true intentions.

‘… … Are you able to do something like that so calmly because you think that’s not it?’

Kwaaaaah-!

In less than an hour, dozens of pillars of fire rose into the sky.

In Sereraji, his face hardened as he looked at the pillar that dyed the starry night sky orange.

'Time difference activation? It's not impossible to just cast and memorize the activation words later… … but that would require an incredible amount of mana and control.'

He raised his head too high and his cone-shaped hat fell off, causing the remnants of the hot wind to blow his long, blue hair.

'You said you could use magic without being detected once. You gathered mana with the dragon language in that one time. Yes. As long as you use the dragon language, the amount and control are not a problem. Of course, an ordinary magician's body wouldn't be able to handle it… … .'

“Hahahahahaha! Sister, let’s go! We made it. Get ready to starve to death, you bunch of sharks!”

Before long, Valencian suddenly emerged from the grass.

While bursting into joyful laughter.

Perhaps a side effect of holding onto such a large amount of mana, the blood vessels on his hands and face were bursting and there were large bruises here and there.

Translucent dark red scales were falling off one by one, turning to dust, and a horn had sprouted from its head and was then falling apart.

Sereraji held Valencianus tightly without saying a word.

“… … When you go back, you’ll fly with a flash of light.”

“Wait a minute. I was shocked during that time-.”

“It’s going to fly, right?”

'Go quickly, drink the potion, and go to sleep. You look sick.'

* * *

Of course, the nobles were not fools.

They also did not really believe that the Asenorthas had burned all the wagons except their own food wagons.

Those with the intelligence to believe that it was real could not survive in aristocratic society.

They just shouted like that because it was to their advantage to do so.

“Pay compensation!”

“Did you think this wouldn’t get discovered?”

“I will take this to the Imperial High Court!”

They had all already hired merchants from the capital and sent out supply teams as soon as they heard the report in the morning.

Of course, he had suffered financial damage, and he would probably have to get something from the real culprit, the royal family, in the future, but for now, it was better to pretend to be a pure victim.

“My soldiers are starving to death without even being able to fight!”

This is something I couldn't even dream of if this were the East.

If the seven fleets of House Asenorta had not protected their ports, all of their trading ports would have become spawning grounds for fish-men.

But this was the Central High School, and this was perhaps their last chance to gain a comparative advantage over Asenortha.

The shark populations of the East do not hesitate to commit cannibalism.

Sharks hungry for blood and flesh bit the tail fin of the great white shark Summerlin, who had just approached the piece of meat.

“… … .”

To this, the greatest swordsman in the East and the second best swordsman in the Empire, a descendant of the great white shark monster that rules the eastern sea, answered.

“You don’t seem to bring much of an escort. It’s a bad habit. To expect someone to protect you.”

Stop talking nonsense like a mercenary and get out.

Damn it.

Cariosa stood on the seven steps.

As she took each step down, the surrounding lords retreated each step.

“Diesel Sir!”

“Call the guards. I’ll try to hold out for three minutes.”

“Marquis Cariosa! Are you threatening us now?”

Her blue-gray irises and vertically slit pupils glanced up and down at the Marquis who had asked her questions.

“Then it didn’t seem like a threat?”

“What the hell is this… …!”

“Marquis of Testudaos. I will double the harbor defense budget next year. If you don’t want to, you can form a fleet and defend your territory.”

“!”

The Marquis, who had been hit with a double bill for saying one wrong word, opened his eyes wide as if he was going to explode.

“… … Don’t you know that I attended your birthday party too?”

“Are you confessing that you are so incompetent that you have to stand by and watch a child come rushing at you, trying to take your territory?”

The nobles and their guards gathered in the hall gritted their teeth and let out a sigh.

The opponent was a swordsman who could fight an army alone.

Cariosa left the hotel lobby, receiving countless looks that seemed both angry and frightened.

The great nobles, with the blood of hunters in their veins, despised those who challenged prey they could not succeed at.

“It’s a death sentence. But I’m in a good mood today, so I won’t show any blood.”

“Your Majesty, where are you going?”

The knight of Asenortha ran up to him and asked.

Cariosa answered with a sadistic laugh.

“Put all troops on standby. I am going to the palace. My groom-to-be will be there.”

“Are you serious about what you are saying?”

“They say that among sharks, there are some species where the female bites the male during mating.”

Cariosa thought as she rode in the carriage.

'I thought it was a piece of meat, but was it bait? Yeah. Come and fish for me. I'll show you how to do it properly.'