How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 292

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In a mountain without dragons, a wyvern reigns like a king.

In the capital's social circle without Valencian, Rudi acts like a king.

Rudy blushed every time the courtiers uttered those words.

It was a remark that came out occasionally in a very good atmosphere, and the people who said it were middle-aged or elderly nobles who had long since retired.

It was practically like talking to a successful granddaughter, so I could just laugh it off at the time.

But it was a different story when you heard it among your peers.

“In the end, wasn’t it just luck that got you promoted?”

“You don’t have noble bloodlines, nor do you possess rare wisdom, nor do you possess outstanding abilities. You may be good at wielding a sword, but you’re not a sword expert, are you?”

“Huh. You’re a maid who can’t even look us in the eye.”

It was only natural that not everyone could cheer.

'I expected it. It's true that I've risen to fame overnight.'

It's hard to imagine, given her bright smile and gentle expression, that she had a thousand snakes hidden under her facial skin.

She survived for 10 years between strong seniors and sinister juniors.

If they won't bite, you can't threaten them, and if they do bite, you have to finish them off so they can never get up again.

The instinct that killed the Abomination in the first real battle has been honed through countless experiences and has become a solid skill.

Of course, I had no intention of just walking up to him like before and throwing a glove in his face.

There were many people here who were stronger than her, and in a network of equals, it was the law of nature that justification was respected.

'I didn't even say it face to face. I said it from about ten paces behind, while drinking strong alcohol. I couldn't even throw my gloves first.'

Rudy slowly turned around, putting on his glasses.

“Excuse me for a moment.”

“Oh, yes.”

“I will wait.”

She waved briefly to the followers gathered around her and approached those who were gossiping in plain sight.

“I think you drank too much.”

He said that if I apologized for my slip of the tongue because I couldn't overcome my drunkenness, he would let it go.

They made brief eye contact, and the representative blue-haired man smiled and answered.

He was handsome and aristocratic in appearance, but as expected of a nobleman, he spoke with substance.

“Haha. This is fine.”

It meant that it wasn't a slip of the tongue.

He took another sip of his glass and said:

“Count Rudi. I am Count Camos. I inherited the title at a similar age to you. It was hard to take on such great responsibility at such a young age.”

It was hard for me too, but it meant that the title was too much for you.

Rudy answered with a bright smile.

“I have served Your Highness the Grand Duke. It may be arrogant to say this. These days, every day is enjoyable.”

I meant that I'm different from weaklings like you.

Laughter erupted from the surroundings, and Camos' face hardened slightly.

“Ha. I see. Good. What can you devote yourself to that makes you so happy?”

This time it was Rudy's turn to harden his face.

The nobles do not engage in business, but they devote themselves to the country.

Military, robes, badges, goods, administration, magic, etc.

The closest thing Rudy had was a military noble, but to become a knight he had to be a sword expert.

'I got hit with a bullet. If I were a member of a family with a sword expert as its head, I could have claimed some sort of legitimacy based on bloodline, but that's not the case.'

It was a fatal rebuke that told him he was not worthy of being a noble.

'But it's not yet time to roll its tail.'

Rudy answered with a kind smile.

“As you said, all I have is my master’s trust and my meager talents to repay it.”

Camos' eyes flashed as if he had bitten the nape of his neck.

“You have the virtue of humility. I am very happy about that.”

At that time, Rudy guessed that Kamos must be a noble of wealth because the followers around him wore particularly extravagant attire, had almost no foreign-race characteristics, and were close to the nobles of badges and far from the military nobles.

'He's throwing a tantrum because the construction guild he supports didn't get a building permit.'

then.

Rudy instinctively knew that now was the time to make a bet.

“Count Camos.”

The surrounding nobles saw hallucinations of bright red eyes shining from the beautiful emerald eyes.

A deep shadow was cast over the gentle smile.

“If you touch the last remaining pride of the Countess, who only has the pride of being trusted by her master, you will have nothing to say even if you get hit with the glove, right?”

* * *

No matter what, they were people who ruled with the power of nobility and were full of martial spirit.

“Your Majesty, Count Rudy will walk the path of glory.”

“I like how young people these days are hot.”

“It feels like I’m seeing you when I was young.”

“I’m a blood wizard. I brought you a potion. If you don’t die, I’ll let you live, so fight coolly.”

The old nobles praised the youthful spirit they once possessed, and quickly prepared the table.

The hall had several long, solid rectangular tables, covered with thick carpets.

It was a duel called 'The Path of Glory'.

Kamos thought as he inspected his sword and magic ring surrounded by nobles of wealth.

'I got hit. A duel against a maid. I have to win to get my money's worth. But I can win.'

He too was a sword user who once trained hard to join the Knights Templar.

Although he eventually failed to create the Mana Blade and entered the path of a wealthy noble, he was also said to be superior to knights in one thing: swordsmanship.

'He's an exceptionally skilled person, but he's not a sword expert. He's more famous for his handling of strange magical weapons than his swordsmanship. In a direct confrontation on this path, I have the advantage. It's actually a good thing.'

Both the marksman and the assassin had an image close to military aristocracy.

'If a military noble loses to a wealth noble in a duel, there's no shame in that. I've been appealing to you since the last ball to support the guild I support, and you're ignoring me? I'll show you a lesson before that scoundrel Archduke comes back.'

visor!

Camos brushed back his blue hair and drew a narrow but thick single-handed straight sword.

“I, Camos, will take seriously the request for a duel from Count Consecratus.”

Rudy still had a smiling face.

“Thank you, Count Camos. I guess I don’t need a separate witness?”

“Isn’t everyone here our new member?”

Countless nobles were watching this serious and amusing spectacle.

“Kamos, this guy is really in a difficult position. Even if he wins, he’ll be considered a loser who won against a maid.”

“But if you’re a guy who’s lacking even if you win, it’s better to be a guy who’s lacking even if you lose.”

“I’m more excited for Count Rudy. Is he as strong as rumored?”

The host of the ball, Count Noh, shouted the start.

“The Goddess of Justice looks upon this duel!”

The moment the words fell, Camos ran three steps forward and swung his sword, and Rudy flew into the sky like a bird.

It was a leap that made my head brush against the chandelier.

Percussion!

Camos's thrust cut through the air perfectly, and Rudy twisted in the air and landed behind Camos.

Okay.

It was a clean movement that seemed to have been coordinated in advance.

However, the military nobles noticed how much strength Camos had in his legs and how quickly Rudy reacted.

'I didn't know you could dodge like that.'

'One eye is really outstanding.'

'We'll soon be able to find out whether that's all or not.'

'I hate to say it, but Count Camos is capable of verifying that.'

"this-!"

Camos spun around and swung his sword.

Instead of stepping back, Rudy blocked the blow with his long, drawn-out ice blade.

visor!

At the same time, he twisted his wrist and stabbed his sword into Kamos' neck.

wickedness!

Camos pushed away the blade with his ringed left hand.

earth!

This was a possible move because the ice sword's dynamic surface area was quite wide.

Rudy's sword was pushed away, and Kamos delivered another long stab.

'It's hard to avoid up here. You need boldness rather than nimble movements!'

wickedness!

The sharp blade cut through the air.

Rudy dodged the blow by bending his body as if he was doing acrobatics, and at the same time kicked Camos' wrist with the toe of his shoe.

'I knew you'd think so.'

puck!

Sword users could not inject mana into their swords, but they could strengthen their bodies with mana. In other words, the power of physical and sword skills was not very different.

Camos groaned in pain as if his wrist was being twisted, and Rudy rushed forward, holding his vitality in his hands.

Percussion!

Tsukaaaa-.

For a moment, Camos looked into Rudy's eyes.

A determined look that shows no hesitation at all.

It meant that she had a lot of experience fighting against strong opponents of similar level.

He reflexively infused mana into the lightning radiating ring on his left hand.

"profit!"

Since having the right magical tools was also a noble quality, even in duels, it was acceptable to use magical tools to enhance one's strength.

However, it was a different story when it came to using magic tools for full-scale attacks.

Phage crackle!

Blue light spread out like tree branches, and the day of vitality broke away.

Some nobles who were particularly sensitive to mana sighed as they guessed what would happen immediately.

But Rudy never rolled on the floor.

“This… … hurts a lot.”

The lightning rod she wore deflected most of the lightning safely down to her feet.

That alone was enough power to defeat any man, but Rudy was no longer any man, he was Count Consecratus.

Rudy threw away the remaining life-giving dagger and pulled out his Sandworm Tooth dagger.

The glass blades glittered under the chandelier.

The nobles gasped when they realized that it was the Sicarius family's treasured sword.

Rudy was already close to Kamos, and the only attack Kamos could make with the long sword he was holding was to strike Kamos' back with the handle.

Rudy smiled kindly and placed the dagger under Camos' neck.

And then he whispered in her ear in a voice so small and low that no one could hear.

“If you’re going to make a request next time, make sure to pay attention to stability. If that building collapses, Valen will be responsible, but I’m crazy and would sell Valen for a few gold coins?”

“!”

It was a spine-chilling voice.

“You knew it, right?”

Rudy put away his dagger with a grin, and Camos nodded with a bewildered expression.

He ran out of the ballroom and headed for the carriage, covered in cold sweat.

'I guess I was crazy.'

“Nari. Are you okay?”

'I'm crazy.'

"lily?"

My heart was beating so fast.

It was because he was afraid of Archduke Valencian, who was behind Rudi.

It had to be that way.

* * *

While Camos was racking his brain over the improvements to the Household's merchant and construction guild, Rudy attended the magic tool auction held by Count Issias and Princess Marlina.

Count Isiah was a young man with neat black hair and squinted eyes, and Princess Marlina was a young lady with a dainty yet cute impression.

“It seemed that Count Rudy also had a great knowledge of magic tools.”

“You’re wearing both a wind-powered body strengthening ring and an electric-powered body strengthening ring. You’re truly a learned person.”

The victory that day proved that Rudi was more than just a link to Valencianus.

“Thank you for understanding my lack of talent.”

Rudy smiled kindly and entered the hall.

Strange black magic tools and bizarre magic tools made by wizards outside the ivory tower were displayed here and there in glass cases, bathed in luxurious light.

Aristocrats wearing masks walked around inside, placing papers with numbers written on them next to the magical tools they wanted.

Rudy's senses were alert to the possibility that something truly dangerous was present, while he recalled the backgrounds of the two men and women.

'The two are engaged. The count is young and the princess is the third. Since their base is weak, instead of directly challenging the magic tool market dominated by the ivory tower and the capital workshops, they decided to target a niche market that is not mainstream.'

'It has a dangerous and mysterious image as its charm, but because of that, it is rejected by the faithful and there is a risk that the church will attack it. Therefore, we need to continuously attract big names in the social world and saints like me to improve awareness.'

'That is, the items that came in today are very likely to be safe. Or they are attractive enough to be dangerous even if you know it.'

At that moment, a strange feeling came over Rudy's senses.

It was a statue of two black tentacles of unknown material coiling around each other and rising up.

Rudy asked Count Isiah.

“That… Where did it come from?”

The count's eyes narrowed.