How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 205

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Three people were somehow able to ride the Wyvern, but five people could not.

“Sir.”

"okay."

So, Rudy and Tentia quickly came to the conclusion that rather than wasting precious time trying to get Valencian, Marcus, and the boy aboard, it would be better for them to disembark and protect Valencian.

bang!

A platinum knight in a red cloak fell like a meteor, and a maid in a black maid's outfit, holding a magic gun, landed with the lightness of a cat.

Tentia assessed the situation with knightly judgment.

'It's not as good as I thought.'

Helena's forces were certainly putting pressure on the noble alliance, but they were blocked by them.

Thanks to Valencian's fire magic, the path to the bridge was clear, but it was still quite a distance to run.

And behind them, the mechanical knights who had driven away the elite soldiers and eastern knights with their eyes turned back were running to get their lord back.

'My blood is boiling.'

Like iron, the more you hit it, the harder it becomes.

Tentia felt her heart pounding with a thrill of tension and hot excitement as she lowered her gauntleted hand to the handle of the sword.

At that, Rudy shook his head firmly.

“Sir, please support Marcus in Valen’s stead. I will take care of the rear.”

The honor of retreating last goes to those who are not knights.

These were words that Tentia, a knight through and through, could never accept.

“Even if you become a sword user, you are not a knight. The enemies are numerous and of good quality.”

Rudy did not deny what Tentia said.

He simply stared at the approaching enemies with his green eyes cold.

“Catch him!”

“Shoot it!”

“Fire!”

“What I need now is your shield and my spear. When you’re trying to stop a pursuer, you need a long spear rather than an iron wall.”

“Where are you saying the window is?”

Rudy answered with a grin.

“The lance is a 500-meter spear. Sir, there is no time. Valen must rest quickly.”

The saying that there is no time is an invincible spell stronger than any magic.

Tentia carried Marcus and the boy in one arm, sobbing, and ran toward the bridge across the river, supporting Valencianus.

Rudy cracked his neck slightly, checked the condition of his shoe heels and the number of bullets left in his belt, adjusted his spectacles, and grinned.

'Mr. Valen.'

Ta-da-da-da!

Marcus's musket battalion opened fire.

Dozens of steel balls cut through the wind faster than sound.

Rudy lowered his body to the ground, taking cover, and the iron ball struck Tentia's back.

Kagagagang!

However, the armor of the imperial knight was something that even Rudy's magic gun could not penetrate.

Even if it was something Marcus had made, it wouldn't be able to deliver an effective hit with a mass-produced gun.

“Surround that knight and attack Valencianus directly!”

Marcus' adjutant shouted from behind the shield wall.

The lords from the southwest remained Marcus' allies even after the disappearance of the Great Heathen.

“Arrrrrrrrrrr!”

The Dreadbird cavalry charged towards Tentia with terrible shouts.

It was a speed that seemed like it would catch up in a few seconds.

Rudy supported his entire body weight on his left elbow and the tips of both feet, lowered his body, and held the pistol against his shoulder.

'You know what? There are few things that make me happier than helping someone.'

There is a saying that goes, “Learning something and giving it to others”, but there were many people who had jobs where they learned something and gave it to others.

Tutors, academy professors, and personal maids and servants were the people who mostly did that kind of work.

'It's really meaningful to be able to help someone who is greater than me.'

Rudy's green eyes constricted, and her gaze fell on the lead Dreadbird cavalryman.

Phew!

A second volley of shot fired from the twin muskets, sending several of the light cavalrymen in the lead rolling along the ground.

“There it is!”

“That’s the maidservant Your Majesty spoke of! Capture her!”

At the same time, Marcus' adjutant and the musketeers' battalion located her.

Rudy knew this would happen, so he got up and ran the moment he fired one shot.

In this plain, the only thing that could be fired while concealed was the first shot.

"firing!"

A gunshot rang out, accompanied by a distant voice.

Tada dadadang!

No matter how early it was, a magic gun was still a magic gun.

She wore a maid's outfit, a liquid metal armor called Aqua-Teg, and leather armor enchanted with the 'Stone Skin' spell, but even a single hit to the legs or hands would render her incapacitated.

So Rudy spun the gun around to fire and reload, while using the thick force field ring that Valencian had given him.

Flash!

A translucent blue curtain enveloped her body as she leaped like a hunting dog, and the iron balls that flew in like shooting stars bounced away.

Kang!

They say that if you make a wish while looking at a shooting star, it will come true.

Since that shooting star contained someone else's wish, Rudy prepared her own shooting star to grant her wish.

Phage crackle!

A ring engraved with the magic of 'Saengjo Jeonrim', which artificially contracts and relaxes muscles through electricity and aids physical abilities.

Wheeing!

A wind blessing ring that surrounds and moves with the wind.

Taat!

The first-class maid, who used two body strengthening rings at the same time, ran so fast that the Dreadbird light cavalrymen seemed slow.

Rudy jumped into the sky and pulled the trigger on the gun battalion.

Phew!

Shotgun shells, broken into hundreds of pieces, tore through the wind like a meteor shower.

* * *

“… … The court nobles, the great baronial deputies, and even the pro-imperial commoners all voted in favor of the bill. It is presumed that this was done at the direction of the Archduke Valencian.”

The old priest finished his report to the saint.

Although he was also a high-ranking cleric with considerable wealth, the priest's attitude was extremely polite, as there were Black Saint Matthias and Pope Argus in the room.

The Pope, Argos, with a strict look on his face, waved the old priest away.

Clank, Saint Matthew sighed as soon as he heard the door close.

His thick, manly face had a deep, thoughtful expression.

“What the heck, what the heck, what the heck is going on? I’m completely freaking out.”

“Please calm down, Saint.”

Argos, who was saying that, was also shaking his legs.

'I don't know how things turned out like this.'

Mateos swept my face with his big hands.

“Marcus formed a coalition of nobles, and pushed the votes of the high noble deputies and the votes of the commoners to us.”

“But the unanimous consent of the court nobles rendered their votes meaningless.”

“There is no reason for us to side with Marcus. At the same time, there is no reason for the court nobles to pressure the royal family they serve.”

Of course, the citizens of the capital would sing with one voice for Valencian's burning at the stake, but the votes of their representatives, the plebeian senators, were also in vain.

When the court nobles said, "Do you think we agreed to this just to see this happen?" the church had nothing to say.

It seemed far-fetched to them that the royal family, who had voted in favor of creating the bill, would be forced to follow through with the bill.

“Originally, I planned to negotiate with Emperor Jerilis at the cost of the life of Archduke Valencianus.”

“But given the circumstances, the only punishments we can offer are donations, penance, or confinement in a cloistered monastery for several years.”

“The Archduke Valencian might be happy to accept that. It would be like granting us an indulgence. It would be the same if we sent him to a cloistered monastery. There, he might tempt all the young monks and nuns with his sinful body!”

“Saint.”

“Besides, he must have acted with the Emperor’s consent or instructions! That means Jaylilith also knows that we tried to pressure her. So-”.

Mateos couldn't bring himself to continue speaking, and Argos flinched as if he hadn't thought that far ahead.

'Ah-hahahahahahahaha!'

'I'll drop a meteorite!'

The emperor's laughter echoed like an auditory hallucination in the luxurious room.

“… … .”

Argos broke the heavy silence.

“I am ashamed to say this as a legal scholar, but what is more important than the text of the law itself are the actual power and the precedents that are adjusted by it.”

Mateos nodded weakly.

“I hate to admit it, but I’ll admit it anyway. Only by accepting reality can we change it.”

“Jaerilis left all the villainy to Valencianus.”

The truth was that it was Valencian's own accord, but that was how it appeared to the church.

“If I were to be sworn to the undefiled Emperor and begin to exert influence throughout the Empire, our laws and will would become meaningless. As you have already said, it would be difficult for us to pressure the noble senators since they have agreed to it.”

Mateos sighed deeply.

As always, a faint heat was felt from the stigmata on his forehead.

There are plenty of warrior priests and paladins with bodies rivaling those of the Sword Master, divine powers that can kill thousands of people, and who would laugh and throw themselves into the water at his command.

A grand duke in name only, without even a place to stick an awl, made a fool of him.

He recalled the face of Valencian.

A dark and inscrutable figure who is too good to be called good, too passionate to be called evil.

“Let’s secure him first.”

We have already figured out that the Emperor is leaving everything up to Valencianus.

The emperor who did not react even when Cariosa invaded the palace.

So I was able to pull it by force.

“They must have entered the eastern gate by now, so send the knights.”

Mateos ordered so.

Feeling a strange sense of guilt and defeat.

* * *

Valencian entered the walls of Soletaraon safely thanks to the efforts of Ludi and the devotion of Tentia.

Completely exhausted, he staggered around like an undead just rising from the grave, half unconscious.

“I’m going to die.”

I've been living in a state of insane tension for the past few days, and I'm just now starting to let it go, and all the strength is leaving my body.

The scales that had been aroused fell off his body, and each time they touched the ground, they broke and crumbled into ash.

Tentia still had her face shield down.

But Valencian could feel the hot gaze she was sending him.

“Your Majesty. Indeed-”.

“Really?”

Valencian was secretly prepared to receive a huge rebuke.

It was a huge blow to the church, and Tentia, a faithful knight, was shocked.

But Tentia praised Valencian's dance with a voice overflowing with emotion.

“You are truly a knight.”

“?!”

Valencian doubted his ears, and Tentia smiled happily under her helmet.

“From his attitude of enduring the humiliation of a self-directed play to save the city, to his actions of going into the middle of enemy lines and confronting the enemy’s leader, to his courage in ultimately winning. There is nothing to fault.”

I could feel how impressed she was just from her voice.

“I am sincere, Your Majesty.”

Tentia continued, feeling her emotions surge.

“As a servant, you have been an exemplary example.”

The flames that Valencian had lit, a huge mushroom-like cloud, were vivid in my eyes.

He alone breaks into the enemy lines for his lord, shows his incomparable skills, captures the enemy leader, and escapes.

It was a story that even the knight among knights, Tentia, could not help but be excited about.

Chuck, chuck, chuck, chuck.

A white divine power rippled in front of me, and I could hear the sound of plate armor clashing.

Rudy bit her lip and tried to reload her gun, but Tentia raised a hand to stop her, and handed the two prisoners over to Rudy.

“Now you take care of it.”

“Sir. This is-”.

Rudy's green eyes wavered like candles in the wind.

She also knew how faithful Tentia was.

“Sir Tentia! Hand over the Archduke Valencian. It is the saint’s order!”

Dozens of knights, fully armed with silver plate armor, walked down the street.

On their shoulders, divine power burned like a torch.

It takes a Paladin longer to draw power than a Knight.

However, once the prayer is over and the real blessing begins, he shows off his dance moves that easily surpass those of knights with similar experience, with his tireless stamina and insane resilience.

The knight in the lead is Angelos.

About a year ago, he was a comrade who kidnapped and imprisoned Bishop Hong, Paulo An, along with Tentia and Valencianus.

He lifted his face and looked at Tentia with pity.

Another paladin shouted.

“Sir Tentia. What are you hesitating for!”

Tentia shook her head slightly and smiled faintly on her face that no one could see.

“I swore an oath when I was appointed. To serve my lord with loyalty, my god with love, and to protect only justice with my sword.”

There was not a trace of regret in her voice.

“I’ll do at least one of them properly.”

The sword of the sword was pulled out, and a red mana blade as thick as blood burned.

A knight and a paladin clashed in the middle of the street.