How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 291

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Not a person.

To a normal person, this would be a great insult, but in Soletaras, a place full of mixed-blood nobles, it was not such a negative expression.

Cariosa is proud of being a descendant of Summerlin, and I too am called a grand duke thanks to the blood of Soletaras, and the craftsman who created Lord Tentia's new sword, Manha, also acquired such metallurgy skills thanks to dwarven blood.

So I made fun of Lorelai's words.

“You’re saying it’s dangerous because you’re not human? How about we start with those teeth and talk again?”

Lorelai also had shark-like teeth.

He shook his head, sobbing.

“That’s not what I meant.”

The angry, innocent voice wasn't all that bad.

I smiled faintly and walked slowly, motioning lightly for him to follow me, and naturally took the lead in the conversation.

“No? It seems to me that you are afraid that the Grand Duke will abuse your dear older sister.”

“!”

Lorelai's mouth opened wide.

It wasn't strange to get hit in the face with a glove and stabbed with a knife.

But I had unleashed a firestorm engulfing the area hours earlier, had been a guest of Cariosa, and was, crucially, a skilled man-pulverizer.

This means that even if Lorelai, who is only a hand and a half shorter than me, were to attack me with a dagger drawn and shout, "You rascal!", I could still slam her into the wall in one breath.

So it was important to get this guy to tell me what he knew about me.

The more you beat me up with passion, the more I will become aware of what is happening between my body and soul.

Lorelai bit her lip and shivered.

“I don’t know about that… … The important thing is that His Highness the Grand Duke used mental waves.”

For a moment I thought there was water in my ear.

“Mental wave?”

“I saw a red wave earlier. It was a mental wave.”

I felt like I had been hit hard in the back of the head.

Lorelai opened her mouth slowly.

“When you say that the foreign substance has been purified and absorbed by fire, it means that the existence from beyond has melted into this world. Now, they will definitely mix. Using His Highness the Grand Duke’s body as a medium. But is the foreign substance from another world dangerous?”

I hesitated for a moment, trying to nod.

The alien I used on the border between Langso and the Republic was infinitely closer to a demon, and was a threat in itself.

Lorelai spoke in a voice that seemed to resonate directly in her mind.

“In His Highness the Grand Duke’s case, the problem is not that he is connected to another world, but rather that he is mixed with something.”

I tried to suppress my embarrassment and answered as calmly as possible.

“Please note.”

He raised his voice to the point of being rude.

“Not for reference-.”

“Shut up.”

I lowered my head and looked him in the face.

With a cool smile on his face.

Lorelai's pupils dilated, her orange eyes fluttered, and a blush of unknown origin appeared on her scaly white skin.

“Your Majesty?”

“I appreciate the treatment. But if you catch me following you around again, I will hold you accountable.”

The mixing itself is the problem.

That fact never left my mind.

In the midst of all this, one thought occurred to me.

If liking the Dragonblood Royal Family was something of an instinct for the descendants of Summerlin, then Lorelai's rival might not have been me, but Cariosa.

… … I’m going crazy.

I frowned as I walked back to my cabin.

The presence I felt earlier was definitely not just one person.

* * *

'I wonder if Valen is doing well.'

Rudy thought so and went to a ball held by the capital's bourgeoisie.

Her long hair was tied up high, a brown shawl with rich lace was draped over her neat white dress, and her square glasses were hidden in her bosom, revealing her jewel-like eyes.

'I'm doing well. No. No one will acknowledge it, but I'm still trying hard.'

He was to continue social activities on behalf of Valencianus and eventually become the dark figure or big shot of society.

'It's fun. People who have learned enough to get together and play around in an uncomfortable way.'

As expected of those with so many gold and silver coins, the decorations on the hall were indescribably splendid.

“Count Consecratus. It is an honor to meet you!”

“This is Somyeon from the Argenta Magic Tool Workshop.”

“This is Raphi from the Ezra Construction Association.”

But Rudy could sense the vulgarity of the nouveau riche that the court nobles laughed at in that hall.

'The decorations don't match the season or the situation. We don't use fresh flowers in the spring.'

When throwing a ball, you basically use decorations that are not in season.

It also meant that there was no need to see inside what could be seen outside, and it also showed how much I cared about this ball.

Therefore, in spring, the decorations were lush green leaves, vines, and modest summer flowers rather than showy spring flowers.

'You shouldn't wear flowers and gold together. I did that and got slapped in the face by my senior.'

Since fresh flowers symbolize love and moments, they were mainly used at masquerade balls or in places attended by young people, while gold and silver symbolize wealth and constancy, so they were used in places with a little more weight.

But Rudy wasn't the kind of person who would be aggressive enough to point that out.

“Your Excellency Rudy. Is there anything that catches your eye?”

“No, I just had a fleeting thought.”

He smiled brightly and lifted a glass of white wine.

“Is that him?”

“The Blade of His Highness the Archduke Valencian.”

“Can it really be true that he obtained the title through intimidation?”

“Can someone like that be in the palace?”

Rudy noticed that the bourgeois people around her, regardless of age or gender, were glancing at her.

'I can see everything.'

At times like this, the maid's sense of humor was also annoying.

'I know you are jealous and envious of the nobles.'

That was the basis of that gaze.

They earn a lot of money and throw balls more extravagant than those of the nobility, but somewhere inside they still have a sense of entitlement that never goes away.

'That's… … not because you want to become a noble, but because you want to imitate the appearance of a noble.'

Instead of looking at them, Rudy raised his head even more confidently.

'Because I am the representative of the precious Lord Valen.'

She didn't come here to play, she didn't come here to ask for favors, she came here to be asked for a favor.

“Your Excellency Count Rudy. Thank you for honoring our occasion.”

“Can we talk about business for a moment?”

Two middle-aged men bowed their heads to a woman who seemed to be their daughter's age.

Rudy slightly chided himself for getting used to that kind of treatment.

“Please guide me.”

I felt a little strange.

'I think I'm doing well, Valen.'

A story involving money came out of a dark corner.

How can you put a price on human life? But that amount of money could have been used to hire a good mercenary band for a few years, conquer small states, and proclaim oneself a king.

“You want to build a stone building that was originally permitted to be 15 stories high, but now it’s over 20 stories high?”

Today's guests were from the Construction Association and Materials Guild.

“Yes, Your Majesty Rudy.”

“It will become a symbol, like a lighthouse, of the new city.”

“Please allow me. If we succeed, the union bonds will sell for several times as much.”

“The surrounding commercial districts will also be greatly revitalized.”

“Here is the report.”

They didn't say how much money, they didn't put any money in my hand, and they just got to the point.

It meant that gold and silver coins would be sent by carriage.

Rudy chose one of them.

“Renly. Let’s stay and talk some more.”

“… … Yes! Your Majesty.”

The surrounding bourgeoisie looked up at Renly as if they were looking at the light-loving people welcoming the saint, then turned away with regret.

He told a similar story to the other bourgeois, brought a similar amount of bribe, but attached one more report.

The study found that by using golem magic to solidify an underground foundation and connect pillars, the ground would become much more solid, ensuring stability even when building a high tower.

This was the material from the '1st Ivory Tower-hosted Academic Conference' that was recently held in a hurry.

'It was something that His Majesty's priest had announced in Sereraji. The hair with the gradient of ivory and red. Was his name Niar?'

Rudy thought with a grin.

'What a small world.'

* * *

Valencian's quadriga was wide enough to fit twelve men if they were crammed in, and Rudi was sitting there alone.

'I'm not lonely thanks to the bag of gold coins.'

It was the time when the curfew had already begun, but no police chief dared to touch the world's best maid.

'A new construction technique has been introduced. Taller and taller buildings will be built in the future. The value of Earth Magicians will increase. The Ivory Tower Earth School and the Academy Earth Magic Professors will be amazed. Then, the great nobles will send spies to steal them away, so I should tell Jin to prepare to stop those spies.'

Rudy dozed off, leaning against the sheet, with those thoughts in his mind.

Exactly!

“Heeeeeeling!”

Just then, the sound of something flying and a horse neighing were heard.

“What's going on?”

Rudy asked urgently, and the coachman answered roughly.

“It’s nothing, Your Majesty. It seems like some crazy guys threw rocks in the alley. They’re fine. They’re strong guys with some Bicorn blood mixed in. They don’t seem to know who you are, Your Majesty. I’ll go and beat them up.”

Valencian's newly hired charioteers were from elite cavalry.

He picked up the hammer he had placed next to the stable, and Rudy felt a strange sense of foreboding.

It was a similar feeling to when I had faced the Terrorbird cavalry of the South in the past.

“No, the coachman is there.”

"yes?"

“It seems like a trap. I’ll handle it.”

The deep sleepiness disappeared as if it had never existed, and a hot red light flashed in his green eyes.

'There are no streetlights around here yet. It's not a wealthy street to begin with, nor is it a street that's in such dire straits that streetlights need to be installed right away.'

'If you knew me and were aiming for me… … It's dangerous to use the door. There will already be a crossbowman in the blind spot.'

'then…….'

Rudy slowly reached out and opened the sliding door installed on the carriage roof silently in one breath.

Taat!

A black shadow flew into the sky.

Peeing!

At the same time, two thick crossbow bolts flew in and struck the doors on the left and right sides of the carriage.

The black and purple aura on the arrowhead was a powerful curse magic.

“Tch!”

“Read!”

It was an angle at which I would have been hit directly without fail if I had gone out the door.

'As expected.'

Rudy leaped across the pavement in one bound, clinging to the wall of the stone building, and climbed up the rooftop, moving between window frames, verandas, and pipes, pulling out a pair of spectacles from his bosom as he made his final leap.

Saaaaah.

Lenses imbued with the wisdom and knowledge of Iron Blood Lord Marcus overlayed their vision, granting them the spells of night vision, expanded vision, and heat perception.

Rudy shuddered as he regained his lost limbs at the sensation of seeing behind him, and he spotted two crossbowmen aiming at him from the building across the street and the building next to it.

“Where did you go?”

"shit!"

The gunner in the opposite building was hesitating, while the gunner in the next building was loading the next crossbow.

Rudy flew straight into the air and ran towards the shooter in the next building.

Boom!

Her body kicked the ground as flexibly as a cat, the distance between them narrowed as if the ground had folded, and a bright smile appeared on Rudy's lips.

Boom!

As the hem of her voluminous dress fluttered, she was suddenly holding the magic sword 'Saengdong' in her hand.

Tsk tsk tsk!

The blade made of ice grew as long as a longsword.

“Please die!”

"this-!"

Saaaaak-!

Rudy and the shooter crossed paths, their ice blades forming a beautiful circle.

With a “thud,” the crossbowman’s head flew into the sky.

Wedge!

“!”

Percussion!

The next moment, Rudy did a backflip and dodged the second crossbow bolt.

The shooter in the building opposite had already finished loading his gun.

Wedge!

There was a brief moment of relief, but then the crossbows flew in one after another.

'Did you pre-load it?'

A blue lightning flashed across its tip.

Even for Rudy, turning around in the air was difficult.

However, at the same time as she was infusing mana into the force field ring, she pulled out the magic gun Agate with her left hand.

Thud!

Taaang!

A translucent force field flashed, the crossbow bolt ricocheted, and the bullet pierced the crossbowman's forehead right in the middle.

"shit!"

“Jump!”

Perhaps sensing that something was wrong after hearing the gunshot, a murmur and the sound of footsteps were heard from the alley.

Rudy put the end of his gun to the end of the barrel, then grabbed Agathe and Saengdong and threw himself down the building.

'Tomorrow is Count Kries's spring ball, and I must be tired. I should get a potion of vitality.'

It was a pleasant daily life for the maid.