How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 216

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Mateos was the priest closest to God in the world and could feel the voice of the soul.

'Ahhhhhh!'

'no!'

'Please, just that kid.'

The sound of the last words coming from all directions rang endlessly in his head.

"iced coffee."

If a drop of green dye falls on clear water, it turns green, if a drop of red dye falls on clear water, it turns red, and if a drop of black dye falls on clear water, it turns green.

Swish!

Mateos's heart was as black as his hair.

Meeting Valencianus and Argos taught me how complexly the world is intertwined.

The innocence of the young seminarian who simply wanted to save people and help people was shattered like glass.

Matheos turned his head and looked at Valencian.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

“Koooooo!”

The capital's greatest scoundrel stood proudly against the backdrop of the burning city and the gigantic foreign object.

His face was hidden by a black helmet with golden tassels, and he maintained a mad and cruel demeanor, but the saint's superhuman senses heard a trembling breath inside the helmet.

'Why.'

That Valencian was also weeping.

Matheos turned his head slightly and looked at the foreign object rather than Valencian.

A foreign object resembling a head with eight legs.

Matheos knew that the intelligent beings of this world had been fighting even before the rise of the foreign, the old, and the demonic.

But maybe it wasn't their fault that they had turned this world into such a cruel hell.

Mateos recalled the feelings he had first harbored.

I just wanted to save and help.

If the world was in this state because of that foreign thing, I didn't know what would happen if I killed it.

As the saint finally gathered his resolve and began to walk towards the center of the fire pit, a gauntleted hand grabbed his sleeve.

“Saint, it’s all over. Please evacuate.”

Valencianus raised his veil and said.

Mateos wanted to sew that mouth shut.

“What kind of nonsense, what kind of nonsense is that!”

* * *

I have fought against demons all over the empire for 40 years, and have seen all manner of aliens.

And the moment that whale-like thing started spewing out rotting, seagull-like things from its huge mouth, I had a gut feeling.

This is messed up.

Judging from the fact that the Blue had withstood the Knights Templar's bombardment, it was necessary to penetrate that layer of fat to inflict damage.

Even if you somehow managed to avoid the mental waves and foreign substances and break through the layers of skin and fat, there was only armor-like muscles underneath.

I had no idea how big a weapon would be needed to target vital areas like joints or internal organs.

Even among foreign objects, objects measuring 100 m are uncommon.

At the end of last year, the dragon that fought in Freya's Demon Realm was about 45 meters tall, which was quite a large body.

The sky jellyfish I saw in the same place also had a body length of about 20m, excluding the length of its tentacles.

If 100,000 medium and small foreign objects had poured out, it would have been easier to respond.

I could have melted all the great magic tools in one go.

However, that foreign object was a huge thing that we had never seen before, and we did not have the power to evaporate it right away.

Of course, if we gather all the great lords of the empire, including Cariosa and Severic, and join forces, there might be hope.

But I have already seen a foreign object with a mouth even larger than that stick its head out of the magic realm.

After barely taking them down, I couldn't muster up the courage to fight when I thought that a few more might come out.

The foreign body opened its mouth once again.

A large carnivorous bird, resembling a rotting seagull, flew up again.

It seemed that Marcus's unfairness would have to be used for a different purpose than originally planned.

So I grabbed Mateos' sleeve and said to Sir Tentia:

“Sir. From now on, listen carefully to what I say! You have to listen very, very carefully.”

Chul-chul, Tentia just cut down one of the eroders and raised her armor.

Her red eyes still burned with fighting spirit.

“Yes, Your Majesty! Just give the order!”

What was needed now was not fighting spirit.

“Go with Rudy to Sereraji to escort my sister to the Ivory Tower Special Zone. Gestarte wouldn’t abandon his disciple twice, would he?”

“What kind of absurd order is that!”

Sir Tentia was startled, and Mateos turned to me.

Blood-red eyes and pitch-black eyes shook simultaneously.

I felt like my body was being pierced, but I took a deep breath and relayed the brutal message.

“Once His Majesty the Emperor returns, I will go there. I will take the knights and their families, the high priests, and the great nobles on board the Nibelungen and move to the governorate in the center to make it a temporary capital. Now, Soletaraon must be reclaimed.”

Sir Tentia closed her mouth as if at a loss for words, while Mateos and Sereraji opened and closed their mouths.

“Do you think that makes sense?”

“Archduke Valencian! Are you of sound mind?”

Very rarely, the two agree.

“If we run away, everyone here will die!”

“The scriptures say that there is no heaven where you have fled! Isn’t this your city too?”

Instead of looking into Sereraji's eyes, I looked at the foreign object beyond that inferno.

“Goooooo!”

Thanks to the efforts of the Cheong Eun Knights, he had not moved yet, but he did not appear to have suffered a single wound.

pop!

I don't know for sure, but one of the magic tools exploding now would be worth tens to hundreds of gold coins.

“Keeeek!”

Just now, a fallen wyvern costs hundreds of gold coins.

No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't picture him winning.

So I spouted some nonsense that didn't even make sense.

“I’m not suggesting we give up the capital! … … I’m just suggesting we set up a defensive line slightly to the rear and fight a stable battle.”

* * *

Matheos clenched his fists, intending to strike down Valencian.

Then a high priest grabbed his arm tightly.

“Saint.”

“Put this down!”

“Have you forgotten what His Majesty Argos said?”

“!”

“The saint was not permitted to be martyred. For the sake of the church and the people, the saint must survive.”

“It was your Holiness who taught us that there is no meaning in living like that!”

Valencian and the priest shuddered at the same time.

But the priest never let go of his hand.

Tentia looked back and forth between the foreign object, Celerazi, and Valencianus.

“… … .”

I liked simple things and wanted to live simply.

Sharing a drink with good people, cutting down bad people, and remaining loyal to the royal family.

But the world seen from Valencian's side was not simple.

The lives of the citizens of the capital, the gathering of the knights of the central region, the great nobles who have come to the capital, the situation one step away from the oath of allegiance, and the emperor who has disappeared into the magic realm.

Perhaps even Valencian himself did not know what the best course of action was at the moment.

Tentia knew that Sereraji was not just a magician.

'If you marry me, you can become the emperor's husband or emperor.'

I remembered what she had said herself in the past at Freudheit.

Tentia looked into Valencian's eyes.

Those yellow eyes were looking only at the demonic world from beginning to end.

She realized that if by any chance the emperor did not return, Valencian intended to die here.

When two of the largest cogs in the machine known as the Empire disappeared, it was also noticed that cogs were designated to somehow fill the gaps.

“Your Majesty the Serenade.”

Tentia sighed deeply and looked at Sereraji.

“Your Majesty, it is your duty to live and restore the imperial family.”

"you-!"

Sereraji glared at Tentia.

The magician of Geuminyodong trembled with betrayal, and the enemy knight silently accepted his gaze.

“How could you do that?”

"majesty!"

“The colors are brighter in Valen, and he rules better. Why are you trying to make me run away instead of taking Valen with you?”

Sereragia struggled and rebelled, Tentia hesitated, and Valencianus joined Tentia.

“I have no popularity and my reputation is ruined! I can’t rally the survivors even if I live! My sister still has the image of a hero, so there’s no one else who can do it.”

His bearing in black armor was terrifying, but Sereraji refuted him by slamming his staff on the floor.

“Shut up! I was a wizard before I was royalty! What are you talking about when you created the image of a hero and the rumors? No. Why am I talking about saving people in the first place? I was the one who suggested running away because I was sad about the dream I couldn’t achieve, and Lord Tentia stopped me, saying what I was talking about, and you solved the problem with some terrible yet great idea, didn’t you?”

“No, my goodness! How can I catch that big thing? I’ve just used dozens of high-level magic tools, but they’re not working! Even if I call the elders of the ivory tower, they might not be able to catch it!”

“That, that!”

Sereraji knew better.

The power of the great magic tool was as terrifying as its price.

It was only used because it was more expensive to hire a wizard who could use magic of similar power, but the power itself was literally so great that it shook the heavens and the earth.

In other words, even for the ivory tower wizards, it was difficult to use magic stronger than those magical tools at any given time, and even if they flew in on a broomstick and poured out magic, there was a high probability that they would only be able to waste time.

“To catch it, you have to create a spell just for it!”

It was mainly a method of analyzing blood and tissue, and then adjusting the blood magic of the melting series to suit the characteristics of the individual.

“Even in the Ivory Tower, it’ll take a few days. I’ll stall for as much time as I can with the knights, so you go to the Ivory Tower and get ready. You’re more helpful in the lab than on the front lines. You’re a mage, not a warlock.”

Valencian said with a nail in his mouth.

Sereraji lowered her head.

The dark shadow of the wide-brimmed hat fell heavily on his stern face.

“Am I not enough?”

"what?"

“The loyalty oath schedule has begun and we’ve developed a lot of things. We’ve practiced lightning magic on a single target by summoning thunderclouds with our disciples and Warlocks, and we’ve also increased the casting speed since Cariosa.”

“No, sis.”

“You can somehow block those eroders and foreign substances. If the problem is the thick layer of fat, wouldn’t you be able to turn that layer into a living candle by just lighting it on fire once?”

Valencian instinctively grabbed the back of his neck, only then realizing that he was wearing armor.

“Really… … We can’t communicate!”

To the wizard Sereraji, it was almost a compliment.

“You created the image of a hero. If I show that I’m going to say something here until the end, won’t I be able to rally the survivors, whether the subjugation succeeds or fails?”

“!”

“You have put forth this letter, what will happen to public opinion about the imperial family? How will those great lords use it? Instead of the imperial family’s betrayal, shouldn’t they claim it was Valencian’s personal corruption? If that’s the case, I can’t run away.”

Sereraji's blue eyes were still infinitely clear.

It was the eye of a wizard who seeks the truth and lives only for the truth.

But her yellow eyes were strangely beginning to resemble Valencianus's.

Valencian let out an involuntary gasp.

It sounded like a groan.

He, who had always prided himself on being second to none in his ability to judge situations, felt like he had been hit in the back of the head for the first time in a long while in the area of calculating malice.

He looked up at the pale turquoise glowing magic in the sky.

My body, which had been shaking like crazy, became much more relaxed.

Clearly, Jaylilith trusted him and jumped into the Demon Realm without any hesitation.

"……okay."

“Valentine!”

“Sister, go up to the palace and prepare the great magic. I’ll evacuate the people and rush in when the timing is right. Let’s do something, whether it’s gouging out the eyeballs or getting swallowed and then going up through the roof of the mouth.”