How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 290

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The cabin of the Cariosa had a transparent waterproof resin meticulously applied to the ceiling, floor, and walls.

Moreover, there was a brass pipe drain in one corner of the room to drain the water out of the boat, so there was no need to worry about the water overflowing and the floor becoming damp or the wood becoming damp.

The wooden bathtub was deep enough that the water would reach my neck if I sat down, and it was wide enough that Cariosa and I could barely touch our toes if we sat facing each other and stretched out our legs.

Of course, neither she nor I had any intention of meeting after only a year and bumping into each other.

The water overflowed from the bathtub, the blood flowing from my back and chest dyed the water red, the maids brought in more hot water and poured it in, and Cariosa smiled like a predator… … .

As the flames rose and fell several times, Cariosa asked, licking her lips.

"it hurts?"

Her pearly nails traced sticky trails over my abs.

It was nice to see his eyes dilated as he looked at me.

“Are you sick?”

Even though my whole body was covered in nail and tooth marks, it was still nice to see.

“Of course it hurts. Not so much that I can’t stand it, but how on earth was that hand made?”

I burned and ate everything, and my body became so strong that my soul felt alienated and screamed.

With the power of Yongchan, it was possible to receive a mediocre mana blade with one's bare body, and most magic, sorcery, and curses were ineffective, and thanks to Az's stability, one could immediately recover from a powerful warrior's slash.

However, when Cariosa bit and scratched with her nails, the pain was so excruciating that she had to grit her teeth and endure it, and even her skin, as hard as the leather armor engraved with the Stone Skin spell, was cut like a piece of paper, and the bleeding did not stop easily.

It wasn't for nothing that she had a priest waiting in the next room.

“Bloodline and hard work?”

“That’s right. There’s nothing those two can’t do.”

“Yeah. And I have both.”

Cariosa leaned her head against the bath and half-lying, smiling languidly.

Her aquamarine hair seemed to melt into the water, swaying back and forth, and the crimson bath water flowed in and out between her slightly parted teeth.

When I saw her with the expression of a light-hearted person who had gone to heaven, it seemed like she had become a completely different person from the charismatic swordsman.

It was refreshing, a little cute, and scary because I didn't know when it would bite my neck and want something fresher.

So I rounded around and asked a question to confirm the truth of the last thought.

“You put a lot of bath salts in there. This wooden tub is also made of cypress. Does it smell or taste like blood?”

Cariosa nodded, spitting out bubbles.

“I put it in because I thought you might hate the smell of your own blood. I am a descendant of Summerlin. If you drop just one drop of blood into the vast lake, I can smell it.”

“Ha. I didn’t know it would be that bad.”

“Where is the courage to ask if I want to cut my hair too?”

“It’s not easy because my job is to defeat those who bravely challenge me.”

“Hmm. That’s a good excuse.”

I nodded shamelessly.

“Sometimes you need an excuse, not a reason.”

Cariosa slightly raised his head and tilted it.

A crimson drop of water ran down her cheek.

“For example?”

“Just like the reason you called me here.”

She laughed, "Huh?"

Her pupils were still open like a shark that had just finished a feast.

“Yeah. You’re really quick-witted.”

* * *

A cabin where water droplets drip from the ceiling, a bathtub filled with all kinds of the best bath products gives off a subtle fragrance, and thick steam covers the bodies of a man and a woman.

But if you focus your sense of smell a little, you can smell the pungent scent of iron, and if you squint your eyes a little, you can see the teeth of a ferocious shark and the eyes of a greedy dragon.

Cariosa sang as if humming a song.

The entire upper body was still submerged in water.

“That’s right. These guys aren’t just ordinary pirates like the ones I’ve defeated so far. They’re privateer captains recognized by the royal families and nobles of the Eastern Continent. Some of them have actually been given titles. They’re also carrying out a migration project targeting prisoners, refugees, and the poor.”

These were things I already knew well.

“I didn’t know you would tell me directly.”

She glanced at me lightly.

“You already knew everything.”

It was a word that left me speechless.

“Our Asenorta family’s territory extends to the eastern coast of the empire, and the Anchor Islands have been unexplored until now. The first one to plant a flag is the owner. And they planted their flag first.”

Cariosa smiled coolly.

“It’s not good.”

Tension began to creep into my body, which had been completely relaxed.

“The kings of the Eastern Continent are happy because they can deal with both the refugees and the pirates, the pirates are happy because they are recognized, and the refugees are happy because they have new lands. And all of that is bad for me.”

It was as obvious as day.

I let out a deep sigh.

“The kings of the Eastern Continent will use the Anchor Islands as a base to exert pressure on the eastern part of the empire, and this pressure will be done by sending pirates to plunder all the port cities. The taxes paid by the colonists of the Anchor Islands will be used as supplies for the pirates.”

Cariosa nodded.

“I also need the Anchor Islands. I need to remove the serfs from the overpopulated eastern inland and send them to the Anchor Islands. I also need to weaken the power of my new vassals and discipline them. I will build a fortress and station a fleet on the Anchor Islands. It will be my kingdom. Then I can subjugate the fish-people in the Serpent Islands and the Ship Graveyard Islands from two sides.”

Steam was still rising from the water.

But I felt a chill somewhere.

“Then we have to kill everyone on the island? Don’t let anyone live. We have to take over the land and plant people.”

I was scared to hear the answer.

The moment I confirm it, and the moment I don't stop it, then I become responsible.

Cariosa answered without any hesitation.

It was a tone that seemed to answer the question of whether the sun rises in the east.

“Yes. I will kill them all. Just as they did in my territory, in my protectorate.”

I closed my eyes tightly and then opened them.

A mountain of corpses and a school of eastern sharks standing on top of it, screaming, were vivid in my mind.

It seemed that his hatred for pirates ran deeper than I thought, and I had no idea how to get Tarti out and take him with me.

“… … You’ll need me. Since you’ve come this far, you’ll be subject to the Eastern Continent’s checks, and to prevent that, you’ll need the Holy Emperor’s halo. You won’t be seen as Cariosa, the independent king of the Anchor Islands, but as Cariosa, the vassal of the powerful Holy Emperor.”

This time again, the answer came back without hesitation.

"yes."

It was a voice that was difficult to even laugh about.

Cariosa turned toward me and reached out her hand.

The scaly, glowing hands once again groped over my abs.

She said with a dreamy smile and a shadowy face.

The fact that the dream was a nightmare for someone only served to further fuel the sadism that coursed through our blood.

“I will be king.”

"okay."

I let her get to grips with me.

“I will fight, I will win, I will reap the fruits. I will make my family and my name immortal.”

"okay."

“I will gain the power to live with Hwang Hyung.”

"okay."

“I heard the story with Lanso. It was not as rumored. That Valencian didn’t kill the enemies he could kill. Will he do the same this time?”

Gray eyes stared at me intently.

I hesitated to answer.

“… … .”

I knew that no matter what I said, you wouldn't blame me, you wouldn't reject me, so I couldn't say anything in response.

If you try to stop me, I'll knock you down, and if you say you won't stop me, I'll be happy.

If you say that we should send the refugees back to the mainland… … I know better than anyone that if we go back, they will live as wanderers and be eroded or die.

Gray eyes stare at me intently.

It was that look in her eyes that I had envied endlessly, and still do.

That ambition, that bloodline, that courage, that drive, that desire that challenged that Jaylilith, saying that I too would try to become the emperor!

I was envious and scared at the same time.

I decided to withhold my answer.

“Let’s worry about that problem after we’ve wiped out all the pirates. Then we’ll figure out the number of refugees, their health, and their ideological soundness. The decision on their treatment will come after that.”

Cariosa chuckled.

“Are you running away? It’s different from before.”

I shook my head and laughed shamelessly.

“It’s possible that the refugees haven’t come over yet, or that the erosion has already begun and we have no choice but to kill them all.”

"hmm."

“There may be more land to cultivate than expected, and there may be some useful talent among them. Let’s check the facts and think about it. We are people who rule reality, not words.”

okay.

What if I, the one who has to deceive the people, am the one being deceived?

Even if you are caught up in people, don't be caught up in words.

Don't worry about things you haven't confirmed.

Let's just deal with what's actually happening.

Don't be ruled by thoughts.

Let's not give meaning to reality.

If I don't do it, who will?

Who can deceive the people from the fear of a world that may break at any moment?

It's not too late to assess the situation, weigh the pros and cons, and then take action.

The most important thing is to return with as much wealth and fame as possible to offer to Jaylilith.

That's how I had to live, that's how I wanted to live, and that's how I lived.

It seems that there was some mental contamination due to Eric Jan Benedict.

When I realized that, my mind became much clearer.

I smiled shamelessly at Cariosa.

Cariosa made a puzzled expression.

The sight of her mouth watering was mysterious and fascinating.

“Do you know I like that look?”

I nodded.

“I see. It’s a pending answer. Is that enough?”

“Well done. Good.”

She smiled brightly and yawned leisurely.

“Okay then.”

I asked her indirectly, "Should I lean forward and get up slowly?" and she nodded.

“Go in first. I’ll rest more and then go in. I can’t get up today either.”

“I thought you’d bite me if I tried to go first.”

Cariosa crossed her legs leisurely.

“Even so, it’s not in my stomach. Don’t use your brain. Come to your senses, Valencianus. I’ve already eaten you.”

okay.

I envied that honest appearance.

“I see.”

As I stepped out of the bath, Cariosa's maids and attendants dried the moisture from my body.

“Clothes… …?”

“Ah. You brought it.”

"yes?"

I used mana lightly.

With a “tsk tsk tsk” sound, white threads shot out from all over his body, and an authoritative uniform was once again put over his body as it was when he was born.

It was a new uniform that Jaylilith had made for me.

Chariot's eyes widened, the maids' mouths dropped open, and I left the cabin with a faint smile.

* * *

I was slowly walking back down the hallway to my cabin.

I felt a presence behind the corner, and I could tell who it was just by the sound of its breathing.

Perhaps a soul wizard with a neutral voice.

“Lorelai. Come out?”

“… … .”

“I’ve met Sicarius after the heat wave. My intuition can’t be fooled.”

After a while, an orange-haired boy came out from around the corner.

His face was frozen with fear and tension.

He asked in a hesitant tone.

“His Highness the Grand Duke of Valencian.”

“Speak.”

“Are you in a close relationship with His Majesty, Sister?”

I nodded, and Lorelai squeezed her eyes shut.

“Could you please… keep your distance for a while?”

“First, let me ask why.”

When I fell, it was almost dawn and the sun was already high in the sky.

The voices of the officers and knights talking about the spoils of war could be heard from above the signboard.

For a moment, a dark shadow fell over Lorelai's face.

“I have seen the soul of Your Highness the Grand Duke. Your Highness is… … not human. I cannot allow someone as dangerous as Your Highness to be by your side, my sister.”