How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 211

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I knew a lot about Caesar after the war.

The Marquis of the Southwest and the leader of the great nobles, a shield against the marauding nomads and the emirs behind them.

An old man with wrinkled brown face tanned by the desert sun and deep purple eyes.

And the top assassin who killed more people than that wrinkle.

His swordsmanship was at the level of a knight, and his movements were so stealthy that it was impossible to detect him.

He and the assassins he raised harassed the expeditionary forces for a long time even before the return, and it was only after Jaylilith, unable to bear it any longer, dropped a meteorite on the city where he was known to be staying, completely destroying it, that things calmed down a bit.

However, his body was never found, and whenever suspicious deaths of court nobles occurred in the capital, rumors spread that it was the revenge of the Martyrdom of Martyrdom.

I couldn't let the same thing happen again in this life.

That's why I had to control my emotions to the point of pouring boiling tea on that annoying old man who stabbed Rudy in the back of his foot.

Cesar laughed as if it wasn't hot.

Gold-plated teeth were visible here and there in the mouth.

“Isn’t it okay since no one was killed?”

“Shut your mouth. The sandworm blade is still vivid in my eyes.”

“I heard that the popular thing in the capital these days is to just storm in and wipe them out, then have them sit down at the negotiating table. It was the same in the west and the center. I did the same thing, so why are you being so rude?”

As the smiling old man spoke in a muffled voice, only his purple eyes flashed coldly.

“… … .”

I looked at those eyes and remembered some of the evil deeds I had committed.

This was my story.

Planitius, Freuchite, Gremorius, and their vassals and vassals, or other nobles who wish to place the blame on them.

They all had every reason to want to kill me and my loved ones.

In other words, what this old man just said means that requests for my assassination have been coming in from all over the place.

If you tell me that, it means you have rejected it.

It meant that I owed the old man a debt.

After thinking that far, I just laughed bitterly.

“… … According to the rumors, I thought you would go to His Majesty’s palace, but why did you come to me?”

Cesar sighed softly.

“I originally intended to do that too. I was going to go at night with a knife and threaten you. But as soon as I entered the capital, I felt it. Absolutely not.”

“Hahahaha.”

“Well, I don’t know if it’s right to say that in front of my twin brother, but she’s not human.”

Cesar shook his head.

“An assassin is someone born with the karma of secretly killing people, not someone born with the karma of going out to subdue beings that may or may not be gods or monsters. That’s the job of a hero or a warrior. Yes. I was scared to death, to put it bluntly. I never thought I could feel fear at this age.”

He raised both hands in an exaggerated gesture and laughed bitterly.

It was not like the legendary assassin who killed the chieftain of a nomadic tribe before he was even ten years old.

The turbaned figure looked just like any other southern merchant commonly seen in the capital.

I liked that attitude so much that I smiled and asked.

“What were you thinking of demanding with that knife in your hand?”

Cesar sighed deeply.

* * *

“What could a great lord possibly wish for in these times? Before I was an assassin, I was a lord who ruled millions of people. The safety of my family and my people is of the utmost importance.”

“So you’re saying you want to build a castle and a fortress on the border?”

"yes."

“I want to block the river and create a reservoir. When the nomadic tribes whose waterways have been cut off come and go crazy, I want to wage an all-out war and chase them all the way across the border of the Emirate and wipe them out.”

“You know me well. Did you by any chance take a woman from the southwest as a concubine? Or a male concubine?”

“Don’t make a big deal out of it. It hasn’t even been two years since the Great Purge of the Imperial Family. Anyway, then… … .”

For a moment, I recalled the movements of the Emirate of Amir before his return.

Instead of the god of light, they worshiped the desert gods, evil spirits, and all kinds of old things.

The most prosperous sect was that of a powerful old being called the 'Demon Sultan' as their supreme god.

In my previous life, when I went on an expedition north to subdue Severic, they were the ones who invaded the southwestern part of the empire and turned our wheat fields into a wasteland.

In short, they were a bunch of people who couldn't possibly get along, and they were a den of future invaders.

There will already be plans for the temple in Jaylilith's drawer and Mateos' bookshelf.

The problem is that Caesar starts a war before we are ready.

I thought about it that far and asked cautiously.

“You don’t plan on launching a preemptive strike, do you? Or are you going to pick on the local chieftains just because you got some diplomatic flak for crossing the border?”

“No matter how much I am the leader of the Southwest, I cannot start a great war between empires on my own. I repeat, what I want is the stability of my subjects.”

“Then it is done.”

I continued speaking with a grin.

“I will convey the message to your Majesty. After you swear allegiance, you will be able to hear what the edict says.”

“!”

Cesar opened his eyes wide for a moment.

His expression was as if he had not expected it at all.

If I had held out till the end, I might have tried to draw my sword again.

“As a great lord of the empire and a marquis of the border, I wish to fulfill my duty of holding back the nomads, and I cannot help but hinder them. I, Valencian, will gladly assist you.”

The Marquis of the Assassins looked greatly moved by my words.

“Thank you very much, Grand Duke Valencian. I will never forget this favor.”

I don't know if what he said was true or not, but at least this old man wouldn't come back with a knife again.

* * *

Rudy said, hiding his new sword in a sheath on his inner thigh.

“It turned out better than I expected.”

I nodded.

“There’s a reason why the great lords are acting so tyrannically. In other words, once that problem is solved, it’s just the people who have to shoulder the burden.”

“It’s amazing.”

“Actually, it was a very easy task. This time, there was no need for the royal family to do anything. Just don’t misunderstand that they are building castles and fortresses. Please understand even if there is a slight conflict with the Amir’s emirate. It was just that much.”

“That’s true too.”

“Rather than risking your life playing hide-and-seek with that old man every day, it would be a hundred times better to boldly allow him to subdue the nomads. In fact, they were all people who had to be subdued at some point.”

Rudy asked with a look in his eyes, “Why?”

I pointed to the glass blade Rudy had received from the Marquis.

“That’s because it’s made from the teeth of a devil called Sandworm.”

"yes."

“When that demon is fully grown, its body length will be around 500m. It is said that it grows to be incredibly large because it swims in the sand as if it were the sea.”

Rudy's mouth opened wide.

Tentia Kyungdo also had a look of surprise in her eyes.

“I didn’t know it would be that bad.”

“But are you saying that when nomadic people run across wastelands and deserts and make the sound of their hooves, they hear the sound and come up onto the ground?”

"yes."

“Of course you should run away. The problem is that the method is to follow that guy behind and go towards a city with a lot of people. It shows other prey. And those cities are all imperial cities.”

“!”

“?!”

Rudy and Tentia Sir were startled, and I rubbed the back of my neck.

“Of course, a city won’t be destroyed because of one demon. This isn’t the first or second time something like this has happened, so we’re well prepared. However, it’s inevitable that resentment will arise against the entire nomadic tribe.”

They were guys who made me tired just thinking about them.

“Even if they give us land and tell us to come and settle in the empire, we cannot abandon this place where our ancestors have lived for generations.”

“Is this a sacred place?”

“No. Their main source of income is triangular trade between the Amir emirates and the nearby tribes and empires. If they leave the wasteland and settle down, they will have to farm and live, so they can’t be as affluent as they are now. They are such sons of bitches.”

As I ground my teeth, Rudy made an awkward expression, and Sir Tentia followed suit and ground her teeth.

“I have to dry up the seeds.”

Rudy asked with a kind smile, as if trying to change the mood.

“Hey, you seemed really sad when you gave these away. Are they precious items?”

She had a glass dagger and a short sword made from sandworm teeth hidden in sheaths here and there.

It was a 'token of friendship' that I received from Cesar.

This is also called 'friend fee', but that's not important.

“It is a precious item.”

“How much?”

“Is it enough to compensate for having my instep pierced? You can think of it as a decent magic sword.”

It was a lie.

I tried hard to resist the reflexive distortion of my face.

… … When a sandworm dies, all of its teeth shatter into powder due to the shock of rigor mortis.

That is, to make that sword, you had to extract the teeth from a living sandworm.

And considering the difficulty of pulling out a tooth from the jaw of a rampaging 500m-class monster and the sharpness of the blade that could pierce my palm, that dagger was something that only the Marquis Sicarius himself could use, regardless of its money.

Perhaps one or two of them were family treasures with a history spanning hundreds of years.

I thought of Cesar, the purple-eyed assassin.

The Marquis, who figured out in that short time that I thought of Rudy as more than just a maid, handed over that precious weapon and left.

He was a man worthy of living to old age in that harsh Southwest.

“I received the money in kind. I will use it with gratitude.”

Rudy bowed his head.

With a strange smile as if telling me not to lie.

* * *

The night deepened steadily.

“I’m here!”

Sereraji came in, holding a cane in one hand and a bag in the other.

“Oh my. Sister. You’re here.”

Valencian welcomed her with a twisted tongue.

Sereraji sat down with a mysterious smile on her tired face.

“I heard that the confiscated goods were returned to normal. I even sent all my disciples home from work today. Ah. There really is no workshop owner as kind as me.”

Valencian chuckled as he filled her cup.

“You’re drunk even though you didn’t drink? How can you say something like that?”

Sereraji concentrated the electricity on his fingers and stabbed Valencianus in the neck.

“You’re drunk. What kind of a habit is that to have with your sister?”

“Ahh, ahhh!”

She continued to grind her teeth as if her anger was not going away.

“Yes! Your Majesty said something strange. The head magician of the Imperial Magic Palace’s Magic Engineering Department, Cererazie. The second is Marcus. What does this mean?”

Valencian smiled the smile of a true victor.

“I told you earlier today. Where did that memory you were so proud of go? You said that pure research would be left to the ivory tower, and that the court magicians would be in charge of coordinating research and commercialization. Why are you so sad? I’m going to increase the research budget.”

“Shut up! I’m still richer than you. Do you think I do magic for money? Magic is becoming more and more of a job!”

“Keulkeulkeulkeul! Accept your fate. Work day and night for the Empire and His Majesty!”

"profit!"

Sereraji let out a new groan, and Tentia and Rudy laughed secretly.

That didn't last long, as Sereraji quickly regained her usual composure and handed Valencian a bag containing magical tools.

“I found what you were looking for.”

"……thank you."

Valencian's face, which had been swollen, instantly became serious.

He opened the briefcase he had brought with him and had another maid, not Rudi, bring him some high-quality ink and pen.

Tentia tilted her head, wondering what was going on, and Rudy trembled with inexplicable tension.

"majesty?"

Valencian rose from his seat.

Her white hair sparkled brilliantly under the light of the chandelier, and her golden eyes gave off a divine yet savage vibe.

“Rudy. Get on your knees.”

It was a voice full of royal aura.

“Your Majesty?”

"hurry."

At that irresistible voice, Rudy shuddered slightly and knelt before her rascally archduke.

Valencian opened his mouth with utmost emotion.

“You have served me for a very long time.”

“Even when I was one of many royals, when I was the Emperor’s guarded twin, and when I was his favored subject.”

“When I was sick, you gave me a cold towel, when I said I wanted to study, you got me rare books, and when I was in danger, you took up a sword and a pistol.”

The maid who once took care of meals and cleaned rooms became a sword user, wielding the Ivory Tower's magic gun and the Yeolsaamhu's sword, but she was still Valencianus' maid.

“I want to repay that consistent dedication.”

Valencian took a document out of his bag.

Instead of that, the documents that had all been approved by Jaylilith, including the final approval, contained a clause that made Rudy a court noble.

“Count Rudi Consecratus. Rise.”