How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 297

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A person may become strong to save someone precious, or they may collapse without being able to do anything because that person is taken hostage.

So wouldn't the best thing be to fall in love with someone stronger than me?

At least Jaylilith won't be held hostage by anyone.

Cariosa headed to the prison area below Tempesta.

Because it was such a large ship, the prison area was separated by a bulkhead, and there was a reason why Saya Yen couldn't break through.

There was only one entrance, and several obsidian steles were erected to disrupt mana.

“I feel dirty.”

“Me too.”

“Didn’t that assassin already tell everything?”

“We need to cross-check. Bring them. Both of them.”

After a while, soldiers brought Saya Yan into the interrogation room.

She was wearing white, crisp cotton clothes, was wearing mana-sealing magical tool handcuffs, and her eyes still had a venomous look in them.

The sharp eyes on the healthy tanned face were impressive.

He sat down on the chair and glared at me until the end, as if he wanted to cut off my head at any moment.

“… … .”

The interrogation was only meaningful if she remained able to speak, so there were no wounds left on her body.

In other words, it meant that there was no need to treat someone who didn't really need to hear anything.

Jiik, Jiik.

There was a dragging sound, and a foul smell like rotting meat wafted out.

I looked toward the door of the newspaper room, and from my experience before returning, I had a rough idea of what kind of person would come in.

“Shock therapy?”

Cariosa shook her head.

“That’s what happened to me.”

"for example?"

“You just defended a port against the fish-folk, and then you hear that another port has been breached by pirates, killing three thousand people and taking ten thousand as slaves?”

“It’s not my place to say this, but oh, light.”

Tarti entered the interrogation room.

To be honest, at first I thought it was a corpse rather than a guy.

He was so badly unable to walk on his own that he was supported by two soldiers.

His entire body was covered in horrible burn wounds, and his burnt clothing was stuck to the wounds.

And yet, the eyes were still focused. As expected, the Sword Expert was an expert.

Fortunately, it seemed like his mind wasn't broken yet.

“Tarti?”

Sayaya Yan's eyes widened.

Her face flashed with emotions such as horror, anger, and hatred.

The next moment, a spurt of black hair, more than three meters long, flew towards my heart like a javelin.

Wheeeeeeeek-!

I grabbed a clump of hair with my left hand.

Kwajik!

I exerted force with the intention of crushing it in one breath, and indeed, I heard a sound like something was splitting, but the hair sticking out from behind my little finger grew long like a tentacle and stabbed me again.

"crazy."

I felt the need to calm Saya Yen down, and nodded to the soldier.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

The seaman of the East was not only brave but also perceptive, and as soon as he saw my wink, he drew his dagger and stabbed Tarti in the thigh.

Phew!

The Eastern Pirate Admiral trembled, and Saya Yan gritted her teeth.

I lifted my chin and rebuked him coldly.

“Get out of here, assassin. You still haven’t come to your senses.”

“!”

“I told you, the moment you draw your sword, your master will be hung on the bowsprit.”

“Valencian!”

“Thank you for saving my life, you pirate.”

Saya Yan gritted her teeth, and her long hair returned to its normal length with a tsk tsk tsk sound.

I lowered my voice and asked Cariosa.

“Isn’t the mana sealing magic tool cold right now?”

She, too, answered with a slightly embarrassed look.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what it is. Isn’t it some kind of technique that uses mana? It would affect all powers and mysteries?”

* * *

To a noble, prestige was as important as life itself, and Cariosa almost put me in danger.

This was a very damaging blow to prestige, and it was only natural that greater retaliation would be required to rebuild prestige.

Cariosa pulled a serrated dagger from her waistband.

Saya Yen gritted her teeth, and I stopped Cariosa.

“Listen first, then hang yourself.”

Since he is not related to Jaylilith and has not caused me any great harm, it would not be strange for him not to try to cause me any pain.

Saya Yan looked at me with a look of surprise.

Cariosa clicked her tongue as if embarrassed, then took out a bottle of healing potion from her bosom and handed it to the soldier.

The soldier poured some of the potion on Tarti's leg where the dagger had just been stuck, then gave him a sip.

“Take him to the next room. I’ll cross-check him.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

The soldiers took Tarti away, and Cariosa glared at Saya Yen.

“First of all, let me promise you something in Summerlin’s name. If you do the same thing again, I will eat that bastard in front of you. You better not think of this as a metaphor. If you understand, nod your head.”

Sayaya Yan nodded, trembling.

Cariosa continued speaking cheerfully.

“I’m going to ask you all the same questions I’ve been asking you all this time. And every time I get an answer, I’m going to ask the pirate guy in the next room the same question. If the answer is different… …everything that happens from then on is your fault. Do you understand?”

Sayaya Yan nodded again.

“Answer too.”

"……okay."

It was a voice full of humiliation.

Cariosa laughed sadistically.

“Then, shall we first talk about the port’s defense system?”

Many questions followed, and Saya Yan answered them sincerely.

Ballista batteries installed along the islands corresponding to the anchor wings of the Anchor Archipelago.

The fortress's structure and maze-like mansions.

Prisoners starting to get eaten by barnacles.

The number of fighters the pirates can mobilize.

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“From 120,000 to 280,000?”

Of course, it was at the level of giving a captured slave a single spear and calling him a soldier, but even taking that into account, it was an unbelievable number.

I knew that the Eastern Continent was populated by people, but hearing the numbers was definitely suffocating.

“Tarti is an admiral who leads thirty ships, and about 140 ships follow him. However, he is just one of the countless pirate admirals who attended the meeting. Each ship is of good quality, but he is not an admiral with many ships or a strong force.”

"under."

“It’s a story that includes even small ships… … but there was a pirate admiral who led a thousand ships by himself.”

“The story is getting more and more confusing. I hope you’re not having any strange thoughts.”

“We are allies, we are a union, but we are not that close. Aquila is only the strongest pirate and represents us. We all keep secrets about how much power each other has. There are many who do not even attend meetings and fight among themselves.”

“Don’t you know that even an assassin like you doesn’t?”

“I know this much, even though I’m an assassin. … … Even Aquila didn’t know that Tarti had a magical tool that could run on water.”

I didn't know that our relationship would be torn apart to that extent.

“There are pirates who stay in the west of the Anchor Islands and engage in privateering activities against the Empire, and there are pirates who stay in the east of the Anchor Islands and engage in privateering activities against the same Eastern Continent. Of course, this boundary is not clear. There is also a lot of overlap.”

"hmm."

“Aquila wants to somehow gain recognition from each kingdom, but there are also those who just want to continue pirating. Some captains insist that they should fight the Empire and be recognized as lords of the Anchor Islands, while others insist that they should be kicked out immediately.”

It seemed that even among pirates, there was always chaos within the organization due to power struggles.

If you think about it, it wasn't really that surprising.

If you think about what you did to get the lords to swear allegiance to you… …let’s not talk.

I shivered and Cariosa grinned.

After hearing that, I think I know why that guy named Nell came earlier.

As the lord of the Anchor Islands, he will try to rally supporters by sending envoys, and if his attempts are rejected, he will try to call for a desperate fight.

There may also be an intention to weed out those who had no intention of fighting.

Soon, a bloody wind will blow on that island too.

“You said there was a ballista, is that a magic tool?”

“I heard that the Eastern Continent’s royal family and nobles supported it. They said it was very powerful. It was led by a pirate admiral named Arins, and he was a master archer.”

Of course, it wasn't a force comprised solely of pirates.

The soldier who had been writing down questions and answers next to him went out to cross-check with Tarti.

It made me feel that Cariosa before her regression was even more amazing.

How on earth did he have the nerve to stand up to these guys and at the same time rebel against Jaylilith?

Was it because the smell of blood made my eyes turn and I couldn't think of anything?

As I was thinking about that, Cariosa chuckled.

“What are you looking at? Are you thinking about last night?”

“I thought of you.”

“You just think about it when it’s right in front of you?”

“I don’t think so.”

I shook off my distracting thoughts and waited for the soldier to return.

“Your Majesty. There is no problem.”

The soldier returned and bowed his head.

Saya Yen breathed a sigh of relief, and Cariosa laughed bitterly.

“You saved your master’s life today. I’ll pour you a couple of bottles of holy water. If you have anything else to say, just tell me. I’m always happy to hear anything useful.”

Saya Yen bowed her head silently, and Cariosa left the prison block.

“Valencianus.”

"okay."

“Don’t you think those two like each other?”

“I never thought about it. It must be a relationship between a man and a woman.”

“Tsk. Then I guess I’ll have to let him live for now.”

“I thought you were going to hang it right away?”

It was very unexpected.

Of course, it was a fortunate story for me.

It was at that moment that I was secretly sighing in relief.

“It’s bad luck to kill all your lovers at sea.”

“… … Are you kidding me?”

Surely you didn't mean it.

No matter how many superstitions sailors believe in, isn't that just a superstition on the level of saying that bringing women on board a ship is bad luck?

But she shook her head firmly.

“The sea has its own mysteries. Every superstition has a reason, and sometimes the superstition itself causes a phenomenon.”

To sailors, superstitions were not superstitions, but laws proven by experience.

“… … Well, the peacock has become much stronger on the sea. How long are we going to keep him alive? To be honest, it’s unsettling.”

Cariosa thought for a moment and then said.

“Let’s hang on to the landing ship Bowsprit.”

I nodded without any hesitation.

“That sounds good.”

Then, we should meet once before that.

* * *

I've waited long enough and listened long enough.

Now it was time to move.

Cariosa gathered the officer knights together and began to explain the operation.

Of course, I was there too.

“When we approach the Anchor Islands in earnest, we will need to use landing ships. The battleships are too big to go into shallow water.”

“The ballista batteries might be the problem.”

“We will deploy a large number of battle mages to the landing ship. We must protect it as much as possible. And we will also land knights on the islands corresponding to the wings of the Anchor Archipelago.”

“Is this a beheading operation?”

“Yes. We’ll catch and kill that pirate leader named Arins, and then deploy the landing ship.”

“I’ll join you too. I don’t want to just sit there as a guest.”

It was said out of a desire to help, but it was also said because the royal family needed to increase its stake in this victory, even if only a little.

Cariosa looked at me as if she knew that and smiled bitterly.

“I wish you good luck, Your Highness.”

“Thank you.”

A few horses were placed on a large map.

“After landing, we will immediately launch a siege. We will capture the coastal fortresses, destroy the pirate chieftains’ mansions, and then use this port as a bridgehead to send in our troops. That will be the end of it.”

An officer asked a question.

“What should we do with the fleeing pirates?”

Cariosa answered very firmly.

“I have issued a decree banning the Anchor Islands. The Steel Fleet will restrain the Eastern Royal Nobles, and the Black Dragon Fleet and the White Lin Fleet will sink any ships that try to escape.”

The officer asked with some hesitation.

“They might fight for their lives.”

Cariosa nodded.

“Tell them to do so. I have not ordered either fleet to capture them. I will sink them all from a distance with magic.”

A cool smile appeared on the lips of a woman who had been fighting pirates and fishmen since she was 13.

“Same thing. No need for prisoners. Kill them all.”