How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 229

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“If you were to improve the rifle, there would have to be two things that are better than the crossbow with reinforced circuits. I think the first is weight, and the second is the magazine capacity and rate of fire.”

“In fact, even my magic gun, Kaspar, can’t penetrate armor that’s as powerful as an imperial knight’s armor. Even though it’s the highest-level magic gun in the ivory tower. When magic guns first came out, armor hadn’t developed to this extent.”

“Of course, it can destroy the bodies of average eroders, but it has clear limitations when dealing with well-armed elite soldiers or giant entities. Rather than worrying about the power of each shot, I think it’s important to be able to fire more bullets.”

Rudy smiled brightly, and said words that did not match his smile at all.

“Yes, thank you. I will continue to improve as His Majesty Rudy said.”

The assistant in charge was dumbfounded.

It was hard to believe that she was really the rumored maid-in-waiting that Lord Marcus had his eye on.

'I thought you'd look much more stubborn or sullen.'

Rudy had his thick brown hair tied back neatly with a white headband, and he wore 'night vision glasses' that made his large green eyes look even bigger.

She wore a dress made of black, stiff fabric over a luxurious blouse with elaborate white lace, and low shoes that made a clanking sound.

Just looking at her kind and lively smile, the rumors about her being a duelist maid or an assassin maid all seemed like empty rumors spread by people who liked to talk.

“You can come over here and test fire it. It’s designed to be worn as a shield, so it might be a bit big and heavy… … .”

“No, it’s okay.”

The assistant guided Rudy to the shooting range built on the side of the training ground.

As Rudy walked along, making a clicking sound, spell circuits began to glow on the walls and floor, and a loud noise began to ring out.

Eeeeeeeee!

“Why, why are you doing this?”

Rudy took a step back in embarrassment, and his assistant panicked and ordered his disciples to turn off the detector.

“This is a magic weapon detector. Do you happen to have a magic gun?”

“It’s not a magic gun… … Ah. Yes. There is one. I’ll leave it here and go in.”

Two magical short swords popped out from inside the stiff black one-piece dress.

“Huh, huh? Why on earth is that? No. Where does that short sword come from?”

The assistant's eyes widened like full moons, and Rudy shrugged and grinned.

“It's a secret.”

Marcus's musketeers were also required to wear armor inscribed with strength-boosting spells.

So Marcus's pistol was heavy enough that he had to hold it with both hands, even though it was a pistol.

Taaang! Taaang! Taaang!

Rudy shot it a few times, then frowned at the kind smile that had been in his eyes.

"ah……."

The assistant secretly shuddered at the cool aura in her emerald eyes.

“Could you please summon both Your Highness Cererazy and His Excellency Marcus?”

“Yes, yes.”

A wizard wearing a cone-shaped hat and a magic engineer wearing a mask arrived, and the handmaiden sharply criticized the Iron Blood Lord's inventions.

“There’s no need for this to be a pistol. It’s too inefficient. Make it into a rifle, no matter what. That’ll give you much more power, accuracy, and range.”

Marcus frowned.

“Wouldn’t the reload speed be too slow? And the concealment would be reduced as well.”

But the maid-in-waiting spoke with pride in her own expertise.

“Anyway, the reloading of a volleyball is slow. Your Majesty’s volleyball unit is a unit. You can fire sequentially, make them in pairs, or use a revolver. There are also shotguns. The important thing is to secure firepower and distance.”

“… … .”

Marcus frowned for a moment, then clapped his hands and looked at Sereraji with a slight grin.

“So, how much of the technology can you share?”

“… … .”

Sereraji hoped that the gunfire would spread as little as possible.

She knew all too well the stories of the wizard who had been eroded while drawing spell circuits she did not understand, and the wizard who had died in vain after being shot in the back by a gun-wielding assassin.

“I think it would be good to use a revolver structure. Make sure to increase the size and make sure the spell is engraved densely. Then, I can just use iron or lead bullets.”

Fortunately, she was in a position to contribute to or interfere with the development of this weapon, and at least eliminate its stealth.

Thus began the production of large muskets to be used by Valencian's elite musketeer unit.

* * *

Valencianus stayed in the workshop all day, and so did Tentia.

As an honorable knight, Nariin Tentia could not afford to mingle with the dying wizards who were drawing circuits, so she naturally sought out the knights who wore mechanical armor.

“… … .”

“… … !”

Their meeting was not very good.

It all started the day Marcus came to the capital, when Albertos and Tentia clashed with each other in a fight that seemed to be about to tear each other apart.

“Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!”

“Push! More!”

“Are you planning on losing to the Red Knight?”

But they were all knights after all, living off the bread and meat they earned with their swords, pursuing the honor that mercenaries and adventurers had long since abandoned.

The comprehensive workshops of Valencian often paint contradictory pictures.

In the workshops and towers, the best minds would hone their skills by drawing up complex formulas every day, and in the knights' training halls and dining halls, the best knights would simply and ignorantly arm wrestle each other every day.

“Ah… … I lost again.”

“This time it’s me. Loser, get out of the way!”

“Hahahaha! If you want to challenge this Tentia, you’d have to be able to do rope climbing training while wearing armor fifty times in a row. I respect your experience, but are you trying to challenge me with brute force?”

“Our mechanical knights’ armor is six times heavier than that of the platinum knights. I still wear that armor when I practice climbing, young man.”

A red-haired knight and a middle-aged man whose hair was beginning to turn white held hands across the table.

'It's strong.'

'Strong.'

The two felt the calluses on each other's palms like shields, and they put in all their strength as soon as the starting sound came.

Veins appeared on Tentia's face, and tendons appeared on the middle-aged man's neck.

Squeak!

The table screamed as if it was going to break at any moment, and Tentia smiled slightly.

"under!"

bang!

Finally, Tentia's hand pressed down on the middle-aged man's hand.

“The penalty is a glass of beer!”

The middle-aged man let out a sigh of disappointment as he looked at the glass the restaurant owner brought out.

“I guess the kids could take a bath in this glass too.”

The beer mugs and milk glasses were emptied, the enormous roasts, stews, and smoked meats disappeared into the stomachs, and the training grounds were filled with endless steam.

Tentia swung her sword with the knights under Marcus, and swung her sword at the knights under Marcus.

Cheeeeek!

When a knight in mechanical armor rushed at her with steam belching from his shoulders, even Tentiaras had no choice but to dodge.

“As expected, it’s a fearsome power!”

However, in training without armor, Tentia rolled the machine knights around.

“No? Can’t you do this too?”

“Well, we focused on mana training through meditation practice.”

“It’s more efficient because the armor amplifies your strength.”

“Tell me that he has both intelligence and brute force.”

Tentia said with a mockery that did not suit his dignified face.

“I will be happy to understand.”

“!”

The mechanical knights' eyes turned, and Tentia taught them the Imperial Swordsmanship Mana Training Method.

'I wonder what would happen if the power of the mechanical armor was combined with the explosive power and endurance of the Imperial swordsmanship.'

It was Tentia's blessing that we could find out together.

* * *

One day, Valencian called her.

“Sir. Come here and try this on.”

"oh my god."

Tentia looked up at the mechanical armor with its magnificent red pattern on a white background and let out a sigh.

Complex gears and chains were placed on a skeleton that resembled the structure of the human body, and a majestic, huge iron plate was firmly attached.

All the defensive and auxiliary magic circuits that go into knightly armor, such as cold resistance, heat resistance, discharge resistance, gas resistance, dust resistance, expanded field of vision, and underwater freezing, were engraved, but no offensive spells were engraved.

Valencian smiled and pointed to the armor.

White eyebrows and yellow eyes formed a beautiful curve.

“It must be a good thing.”

Serena and Marcus walked out with confident expressions and introduced their masterpiece.

“It was designed to be able to withstand 6th circle magic and Aura Blade to some extent. I don’t know how many mana amplification magic circles were inserted into it.”

“You can become several times stronger. Feel the sensation of becoming a giant.”

Tentia put on the mechanical armor, feeling possessed.

Cheeeeek!

The gears meshed, the metal belt tightened, and the chain turned.

It felt like I was standing in the middle of wearing and wearing, but my field of vision seemed to have increased by at least 30cm.

'Mana management has also become much easier.'

Because the circuits engraved on magical tools affect the use of mana, there were many knights who did not use magical tools for attack.

Among swordsmen who were obsessed with swords, there were some who did not even wear armor.

However, this huge armor naturally accepted and returned her mana as if its body had grown larger.

'There must be hundreds of circuits drawn?'

It was something incomprehensible.

Sereraji smiled brightly.

“I created a technique to amplify the bioelectric current and expand the senses themselves, and Marcus designed the skeleton and piston structure using the human muscle structure. I tried to make the muscle power amplification happen structurally, not through circuits.”

Tentia knelt on one knee before Valencian in joy.

“Your Majesty, I am happy to be able to devote myself more.”

It was always a touching experience to receive something just for yourself, and the armor created by two mad geniuses was a priceless treasure in its own right.

'Knights would be lining up to give up their left hand just to wear this armor.'

Valencian smiled brightly and nodded.

“If Kyung likes it, I like it too. This is just the beginning. I have to get stronger. Me too, Kyung-do.”

He glanced out the window.

At the shooting range, elite marksmen were shooting rifles with Rudy, and at the training ground, machine knights were completing training to adapt to the improved spell circuit.

“It’s gotten a lot faster.”

“The bullet limit on Lightning Net has been removed, and both the flamethrower speed and range have been increased.”

“Erosion resistance techniques have also been added to the helmet.”

The conflict between Sereraji and Marcus has come to an end, and their disciples and assistants have already been assimilated under the two.

The machine gunners and the gun crew still followed Marcus more than he did, but this was something that time and money could solve.

'This is enough troops for a private army.'

“Rudy. Please request an audience with His Majesty.”

I had been focusing on my workshop since winter, and now it was early summer.

I've been holding my breath for long enough.

* * *

“My dear. This is the net profit from your estate last year.”

Jaylilith handed over a piece of paper.

It was enough to appease the mechanical knights and maintain a general workshop with the Nibelungen.

“And this is your share of the net profit from importing Gremorius minerals from the Imperial Chamber of Commerce.”

He also had enough money to enjoy a luxurious life.

Valencian smiled with satisfaction and politely accepted the two pieces of paper, putting them in his bosom.

Brooches and gold ornaments, ornately set with all sorts of jewels, glittered on the white uniform.

Jaylilith frowned slightly and asked playfully.

“How come you seem to have more jewels than me? I only have this one brooch. Have you been collecting jewels for the past few months?”

Valencian glared and shook his head in an exaggerated tone.

“During the development of the magic tool, the mana capacity exceeded its limit, so I simply recycled the completely used up gems as reagents. I had no intention of being extravagant during this difficult time for the imperial finances.”

The emperor smiled with satisfaction and shook his head.

“You can afford to be a little extravagant.”

And then, with his yellow eyes that had been open languidly gleaming, he brought up the main topic.

“Private… …Are you ready?”

The tone was unusually hesitant.

Valencian answered without hesitation.

There was not a hint of hesitation in his voice.

“Your Majesty, there is no need to commit any more mistakes. Please become a wise king.”

Jaylilith stared at him and sighed deeply.

“You really made me weak. … … Don’t you want to be emperor for those five months?”

“My emperor is only Your Majesty.”

Even after death, even after death.

There was an inhuman determination on Valencian's face, and Jaylilith let out a most human sigh.

“Yes. If you are willing to dance the sword dance for me, I will gladly use your loyalty.”

* * *

The next day, Emperor Jaerilis issued a proclamation.

It was to nullify all the national bonds and promissory notes that Valencian had issued in her name.