How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 210

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Rudy prepared drinks and snacks for Valencianus and Tentia.

“Place the dried fruit on a plate and slice the cheese as thinly as possible. I prefer the fresh fruit to be a little thicker.”

Of course, since she was no longer just a maid but the head maid of the villa, her 'preparation' was revealed in how well she usually treated her subordinates.

“The wine is ready. It’s four stars in both sweetness and body.”

“The white wine was prepared with two stars for sweetness and one star for weight.”

“I only cut the salami for your share, sir.”

Seeing her move like cogs without being urged, Rudy thought that her preparation would earn her a very good report card.

“Well done. As I said last time, Lord Valen doesn’t really enjoy meat dishes.”

Rudy loaded the snacks and drinks onto a cart that looked like a large box with wheels and handles that had several compartments.

“Now, just relax for a moment. I’ll call you back if I need anything.”

“Yes, Mr. Rudy.”

“Thank you, Rudy.”

The servants and maids of the villa were honest people with clear social standings and no criminal records, but they were far from the mystery of Mana or other races.

He naturally froze in front of superhumans like Valencianus and Tentia, so Rudy was still able to serve him directly.

“Valentine, here you are.”

Rudy neatly placed the food, drinks, tin and crystal glasses on a large square table.

Valencianus checked the wine and smiled with satisfaction, and the winemaker Tentia's red eyes lit up with anticipation.

One bottle was the highest quality product sent by Jeokgamyeon, and the other was an imperial tribute.

'It's done now.'

Rudy tried to take a step back, but Valencian, as always, gently pulled the chair next to him, and Rudy sat down in that seat, pretending to be defeated.

'… … Belle-sama, you have given me so much. It is an honor that I do not deserve. I must not forget this. Belle-sama is not the type to scold me. I must do it for myself. That way, I will not become an arrogant, ignorant maid.'

Valencian and Tentia poured wine into tin cups and clinked them together.

“Ugh!”

Tentia tilted her glass and let out a joyful exclamation, and Valencian also smiled, seeming to relax a bit.

Rudy straightened his posture even more as he watched the sight.

After one or two glasses of wine, Valencian asked Tentia.

“-. … … Sir Tentia. Tell me honestly. What is the public opinion in the capital?”

“Your Majesty, do you want to listen to such stories while drinking this fine wine? Since you have been punished, you should behave like a punished person.”

Tentia seemed to be upset as if the alcohol was losing its flavor, but she avoided Valencianus' eyes as if she was embarrassed to talk.

However, Valencian, who handled his three-inch tongue as if it were a three-span sword, easily broke the knight's pretense.

“If public opinion in the capital were favorable, I was planning to visit the capital’s high-class taverns and the southern specialty stores with you tomorrow, but if you don’t tell me, I can’t help it. I’m afraid of getting stoned, so I’ll have to stay in the villa.”

Rudy knew he had no way of dealing with that rhetoric, so he just smiled bitterly and remained silent.

Tentia hesitated and hesitated before opening her mouth.

“The public’s evaluation of His Majesty is now at rock bottom.”

"hmm."

“Even in these troubled times, there was a riot on the verge of… … No. In fact, a riot broke out. Of course, the Black Iron Knights immediately suppressed it, so Your Majesty need not worry.”

“What were they shouting?”

Tentia said hesitantly.

“The scoundrel Valencianus, who controlled the citizens by fabricating a story of a mad wizard’s explosion. When the truth was revealed, he attacked Grand Duke Celerazi, who tried to stop him, and Marquis Marcus and other nobles who tried to stop him. … … This is the argument. Your Majesty.”

Rudy squeezed his eyes shut and opened them.

She knew Valencian's unvarnished voice and angelic face.

This time too, her young master was sure to suffer alone.

Valencian emptied his cup in one go.

“It’s true. Yes. It’s true.”

Golden eyes stared blankly into space.

But those eyes were filled with fulfillment rather than emptiness.

'ah.'

It was the look in the eyes of a person who had done what needed to be done.

'That's right. Since you've caught Marquis Marcus, it's time to swear allegiance… …!'

Rudy pushed away the regret that was filling his chest.

If you thought Valencian did what he had to do, you were arrogant even if you pitied him.

* * *

Glasses were emptied one by one, bottles were piled up one by one, and plates of side dishes were passed around two or three times.

The speed of Valencianus and Tentia, who were drinking alcohol like water, gradually slowed down, and a reddish aura began to linger on their white faces.

But even in the midst of all this, their postures did not waver at all.

Rudy thought of the phrase 'a superhuman who can manipulate mana'.

“So I elbowed Angelos in the face!”

“Hahahaha!”

Whenever Tentia drank too much, she would mess up her grip and end up crumpling the tin cup.

Today's Valencian had a more superhuman, no, inhuman, aura than that of Tentia.

'It's not something that happens in a day or two, though.'

Rudy stared at Valencianus' face again.

Golden eyes and red lips formed a curved line.

It was natural that he, who was of mixed race and had even performed a dragon-praising ritual, would give off an inhuman vibe.

But today was worse than usual.

For a moment, the fingers were not visible in the thin white gloved hand.

“… … .”

Rudy was a first-class marksman, hitting targets from hundreds of meters away without a sight.

She wasn't the type of person who could see anything wrong with her.

Today's Valencian had a strangely strong yet weak presence, as if he had blended into the surrounding space.

'When you came back, His Majesty the Emperor took you with him. But… … In my opinion, your injuries were not that serious. What happened during those three days?'

Knowing that the irreverence was crossing a line, Rudy tried to stop his fantasies from running wild.

At that moment, a vague presence was felt throughout the living room.

“!”

Rudy stood up abruptly, pulling out his revolver, Agate, with his left hand.

"majesty!"

The presence was felt in five places.

A large window in the front, a front door on the right, a small window on the left, a back door for bringing in groceries, and even a chandelier on the ceiling.

Rudy pulled the trigger toward the ceiling without a moment's hesitation.

Behind the glasses, bloodshot green eyes flashed, and the magic gun Agate fired flames.

Taaang!

“!”

The assassin on the ceiling was more shocked by the fact that he had been discovered than by the excruciating pain that coursed through his body.

When he assassinated the son of the chieftain of the nomadic tribe as a warning, he also pierced the eyes of the five sorcerers of the wasteland.

‘… … To meet someone with such eyes in the Imperial Palace? What kind of desert prank is this?’

thud!

The assassin fell onto the table.

Plates broke and glasses spilled.

He was wearing a black suit of armor that clung to his body, a mask over his face, and a turban on his head.

"this!"

"world!"

Evil, and roar!

Tentia jumped up from her seat and drew her sword, and flames rose from Valencianus's palm.

“Hit it.”

At the same time, assassins rushed in from all directions.

* * *

Rudy pulled out the magic dagger 'Vitality' with his right hand and breathed mana into it.

Tsk tsk tsk!

As the cool air spread, a long, dark blue ice blade grew, and she swung it with her vitality like a crescent moon.

Saaaaak!

This was not to attack the enemy, but to secure a distance to ensure the safety of Valencianus.

“Kuuuuuu.”

An assassin laughed in the air, melting into the shadows.

It was clear that Rudy's swordsmanship itself was considered poor.

Rudy didn't bother to deny it out loud.

wickedness!

I swung my sword once more with great force.

“Khuhhhhhh!”

When the assassin charged through the air.

“Got it.”

He crossed his left hand under his right and pulled the trigger.

Taaang!

“!”

The assassin who rushed in like the wind did not see the gun barrel aimed secretly like fog.

“Ugh!”

Falling backwards as an assassin, Rudy grinned and turned his eyes to his next opponent.

'Not bad.'

Tentia was brawling with two men, while Valencian was burning another one.

Then a hand shot out from under the table and grabbed her ankle.

Phew!

A sharp glass dagger pierced her vital spot on the top of her foot and pinned her to the floor.

“Ugh-!”

Rudy held back his screams with superhuman mental strength, and aimed the gun with a hot heart and a cool head.

Taaang!

A magical tool that could tear through even the most heavy plate armor like a sheet of paper spewed fire.

But the assassin's body rising from under the table was like fog, and the shot merely pierced the floor and scattered pieces of wood.

"you!"

Rudy saw Valencian turn his gaze towards her and the assassin.

Anger glowed in his eyes, and the flames of his words burned from his scaled palms.

Taat!

Then the assassin kicked the ground like a water gun.

He honestly thrust out the glass dagger and aimed for Valencian's neck.

"under."

Valencianus opened his palm as if it was nothing and radiated flames.

Rudy knew how hard Valencian's scales were.

He thought the dagger would just bounce off without a fight, but the glass dagger went straight through his palm.

Phew!

“Ugh!”

The assassin cornered Valencian, the blade piercing through his palm and hurtling towards his neck.

"no."

For a moment, Rudy felt his mind turning white.

Her Highness the Duke returned today.

She didn't even think about the pain, and flew away as she pulled out the glass dagger that had pierced her foot.

“Stop!”

For a moment, silence flowed through the villa.

“Haa, haa.”

Tentia had four assassins attached to her, two of them were aiming for Tentia's vital points, one of them was about to have his head blown off by Tentia, and one of them was holding Tentia's sword with his body.

Valencian had his palm pierced by an assassin's sword, and was about to radiate flames.

The assassin who had pierced Valencian's hand was a blurry figure, as if surrounded by black smoke.

Rudy aimed the glass dagger at the nape of his neck.

“A dagger made from the teeth of a desert sandworm. It’s true that it can cut through anything.”

“I didn’t know you could stand up after being stabbed in the vital spot on the top of your foot.”

The assassin's voice hissed like a snake.

Rudy answered without letting his guard down.

“You are Marquis Cesar, right? I have heard a lot from Valen. If it is alright with you, would you like to put away your sword now?”

“How rude of you to be a maid.”

It's rude.

Arrogant.

Put yourself first.

It was an evaluation that I tried to avoid if possible.

Even when he challenged the maids and servants of other noble families who had insulted Valencianus to a duel, he kept the excuse that it was for Valencianus' sake.

If she did something wrong, it would be Valencian, not her, who would be blamed.

But Rudy knew whose handmaiden she was.

'A scoundrel, a murderer of kin, a lackey of a tyrant.'

I swore that I would follow you even to the ends of hell.

There was no need to shrink myself.

“Your Majesty the Marquis is an unwelcome guest, and I am the caretaker of this palace who can issue an ejection order on behalf of Lord Valen. If you do not wish to be ejected in this world, put away your sword.”

* * *

Tentia brought healing potions from the Knights Templar and brought the resident priest to treat Rudi's feet, the assassins of the martyrdom carried away the wounded and dead, and Valencianus sat down with Caesar.

“Marquis. How on earth did you get in here?”

He asked with a headache, and the Marquis of the Assassins answered with a mischievous grin in his purple eyes.

“You’ve walked hard.”

“Are you saying that you avoid all the detection and warning spells of the palace battle mages? In these times when the Platinum Knights and the Royal Guards are on high alert?”

“Then you must have crawled here?”

Valencian sprinkled the tea he was drinking on the old man's wrinkled, brown face.

Chomp!