How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 341

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It was the evening of the day Carlon set sail.

The sky turns red first, the sea follows, and the air that has been burning all day long begins to cool down.

Doo doo doo doo-.

From the northern sky of the 'Port at the End', a loud noise and a strange wind blew.

Wheeing-.

In the city, famous merchants and porters alike looked up at the sky.

“What is that?”

“Isn’t this a mirage?”

“Oh my god…… Oh my god…….”

A ship as large as an unsinkable battleship flew in with four strange steel rings attached to each side.

Horses raised their front legs and neighed, pedestrians on the street sank to the ground, and many packed their belongings and ran out of their houses.

“Heeeeeeling!”

“The ship is flying in the sky! It might fall!”

“The devil from the sky has appeared!”

“That thing is trying to deceive our eyes with its evil form-.”

“With this mysterious coral bracelet, I can protect myself from the demons in the sky… Damn it! Let me live first!”

A young child who had lost his parent's hand cried as if he had seen the end of the world, a priest at Gwangmyeong Church made the sign of the cross, and an administrator at the Governor-General's residence recalled an official document that had been handed down from the imperial court a few weeks ago.

[Secure an open space with solid ground of at least 300m in length and width.]

[Light a fire at the edge of the vacant lot so that it can be seen at night.]

At first, I thought it was some kind of nonsense document and tried to ignore it.

But the administrator, working in this great city, could not help but turn away from the signature engraved in unforgeable gold ink on fine parchment, a signature he had seen only a few times.

It was a large signature, written in beautiful cursive.

[Hwang Hyung Valencianus.]

“Your Majesty!”

“You’ve already set sail!”

“Then the Governor’s wife…….”

“He must be at the mansion! Let’s go!”

The administrators realized that the governor had already set sail and rushed to the governor's residence.

Fortunately, Charles, Charlene, and Josephine were preparing to go out the moment they heard the loud noise.

"master!"

“Here you are! I have a rough idea of what’s going on. I never dreamed you’d be here so quickly.”

Charles, dressed in his uniform and carrying his sword, prepared to greet the master of the city.

Sharin muttered, putting on her silk gloves.

“If only Father had left a little later…….”

She intended never to utter those next words.

'You almost got into big trouble. What the heck is that? A ship that sails in the sky? I never dreamed there was such a thing.'

Josephine also hid her anxious gaze behind her surprised eyes.

For a moment, she and her two children gave various instructions with the calm expressions of a governor's family.

“Gather the administrators again. We don’t know where he will look first. We will aim to bring him directly to the official residence or mansion, but be prepared for the possibility that that may not happen.”

“Order the knights of the city to assemble their troops. The Lord of this city has sent his closest kin.”

“Please keep the streets clear. Especially drunkards and beggars. We can’t have such people in front of His Highness the Grand Duke.”

* * *

Whoosh whoosh-!

Braziers were burning at the four corners of the wide open space.

Doo doo doo doo-!

A mad wind blew, blowing away the weeds and sand that had not been removed yet.

Even though it was late in the evening, the area around the vacant lot was already packed with people.

It seemed as if everyone in the city had gathered there, regardless of social status or age.

“I heard His Highness the Grand Duke of Valencian is coming?”

“That scoundrel of the world? The murderer who killed 300,000 immigrants from the East in the Anchor Islands is coming to this city?”

“I heard it was not His Majesty Valencian, but His Majesty Helena.”

“Why would Her Highness Helena come here? This isn’t even a military city.”

Gentlemen and ladies who came in uniform out of loyalty to the royal family, the children of the wealthy who dressed up in fancy attire in the hope of at least getting the royal family's stamp of approval, boys and girls who had heard the legend of the Dragon Blood Royal Family, sailors who had come to seek the protection of the great one, and countless citizens of the port at the end of the sea, all gathered to see just one person.

Only high-ranking officials of the Governor's Palace and the city's knights were allowed into the open space.

Josephine, Charles, and Charlene were naturally at the front.

Doo doo doo doo-!

A huge machine of unknown construction slowly descended into the middle of the empty lot.

Charles swallowed without realizing it.

Gulp.

Although the port at the end was far from the capital, Soletaraon, rumors about the scoundrel Emperor Valencian had already spread beyond the empire and into other countries.

It is said that it started when he came out to the place where his clan members were executed, with his white hair showing, his forehead exposed, and he was adorned with all sorts of fancy accessories and a white uniform.

After that, he enjoyed hunting humans in red-light districts and slums, led all kinds of gangsters and caused trouble in the capital, and even staged a show about a crazy wizard appearing to control the citizens during the oath of allegiance.

Of course, that wasn't all his misdeeds.

The arms were bent inward, so the young royal family did not become notorious in the upper society for being somewhat cruel to their subordinates.

His reputation as a scoundrel, recognized by all regardless of status, stemmed from the fact that he had also committed atrocities against royal nobles of similar or higher rank.

He murdered a high-ranking imperial noble and committed adultery with his daughter, kidnapped a saint of the Gwangmyeong Church and held him captive for over a month, and used his twin sister's fame to blackmail the young king of the powerful nation of Doroisen.

'Divine Emperor' Jaylilith did not encourage the twins' actions, but did not put the brakes on them either.

She lived up to her title, the Holy Empress.

He reigned arrogantly within the palace, devoting himself only to dealing with invaders and conducting diplomacy with nobles and foreign countries.

The one who was carrying all kinds of notoriety and engaging in external activities was Valencian, who was visiting the port at the end.

Charles met his clever sister's eyes and nodded.

Both of them were the governor's sons and daughters, and one could clearly see some competence in the actions of the scoundrel.

I don't know why he came to this land, but their father had already set sail long ago, and it would have been a success if they could just hold the Grand Duke for a day or two, or even a few hours.

A thousand years have already passed.

All oaths will long be forgotten.

thud-!

The giant airship has finally landed.

Eight short legs protrude from beneath the flat floor to prevent damage to the floor.

Cheeeeek-!

A puff of steam poured out between the brass plates, and the door opened beneath the bowsprit, where the keel would normally be located.

Cheeeeek-!

Once again, a torrent of steam billowed out, obscuring the passage.

Clank, clank.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

The sound of shoes could be heard amidst the loud clanging noise.

Even though it was clearly a much quieter sound, it rang clearly in my ears.

'Valencianus.'

A man leisurely came down a steep slope.

“Come out!”

“Your Highness the Grand Duke!”

Shouts of anticipation erupted here and there.

Charles and Charin also clenched their fists to hide their excitement and nervousness.

He was, as his reputation would have it, tall, with white hair neatly combed back, revealing his forehead, and wearing a splendid uniform of gold, jewels, and colorful ribbons.

As befitting his reputation as the reincarnation of the first emperor, his eyes shone with a golden light like the sun, and he wore a black scabbard with ornate decorations on his waist.

As befitting the Dragon Blood Royal Family, the pinnacle of bloodlines, both their momentum and beauty were at their peak.

“Whoa-!”

“Ugh!”

There were many people who fainted from the pressure and excitement of the crowd.

A feeling of danger and beauty, like seeing a wild beast.

However, Charles, a master swordsman, felt a slight awkwardness in his movements.

'I must have seen things wrong.'

The white uniform he always wore seemed a bit big, and his gait also seemed like he was wearing shoes that didn't fit.

Sharin seemed to sense it too, narrowing her eyes.

Behind him, machine knights wearing mechanical armor descended.

Clang, clang!

Cheeeeek!

Giants with alloy skeletons, nerves of gold and silver, muscles made of twisted steel wire and skin of copper, knights of the archduke's ragtag army wielding greatswords as big as a normal man.

They were a powerful private army obtained by subjugating Marcus of Instrumentum, who was known as the most dangerous lord in the West.

Valencian led them leisurely towards Josephine, Charles, and Charin.

Josephine and Charlene lifted the hems of their dresses lightly, while Charles bowed his head with his fist against his left chest.

“Welcome to the Port at the End, Your Highness.”

“Please stay as comfortably as you wish.”

Valencian nodded and accepted their greetings, then asked slowly.

“Where is the Governor?”

Charles shook off the tension and answered.

“Father, the Governor has set sail for a coastal inspection. I am sorry to inform you, but it will be ten days before he returns.”

He didn't answer, and Charles braced himself for a kick to the shins.

If it was the rumored Valencian, that would have been enough.

But the Grand Duke of Mangnani answered in a cheerful voice.

“Then, until he returns, I can enjoy the pearls, the sea, and the beauties of the South.”

Charles and Charin were secretly delighted.

It seemed that the first of his dual aspects, that of a dissolute scoundrel and a capable monster, had been revealed.

'Okay.'

'It's a success.'

The two answered with a shiver.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“We will do our best to serve you.”

A thousand years have passed.

It was enough time for the mermaid's oath to be forgotten.

It was something they would not have known if they had not read the preserved diaries of their ancestors.

The two smiled brightly and walked along the path made by the knights and soldiers.

“The carriage is over there.”

The white-haired grand duke followed the two with a leisurely gait.

With a somewhat thin lip and a lazy smile.

'You were right this time too.'

* * *

Licention and Carlon took the fastest boat and headed to an island.

Choaaaah-!

Every time a wave came, the player's mermaid statue was splashed with spray.

Deep in the night, when all four royal families were asleep, Carlon called Licention out onto the deck.

Although it was Carlon who called, it was Licention who spoke first.

He looked at me as if he found it very curious and asked.

“Is there an island in this direction? There’s nothing on the map.”

Carlon answered in a polite tone.

“Yes, Your Majesty. There is a secret island that you can reach by going about five days. It is a very beautiful and mysterious place.”

“Why wasn’t it known?”

“The sea there has very strong currents and rough bottoms. There are many whirlpools, complex ocean currents, and thick fog. I also went through a lot of trial and error before I was convinced of the existence of that island.”

Licention didn't bother to ask what the trial and error was.

Carlon was impressed by the mature royal's deep consideration, and recalled memories of sending off prisoners and political enemies on his side boat.

Even now, it is an island you would not be able to visit if it weren't for the mermaid statue on the bow of the ship.

“……Sometimes, shipwrecked sailors say they see mermaids. Your Majesty, do you believe in mermaids?”

Once upon a time, this race ruled the world, but now they are considered nothing more than an evil old legend.

Even Jerilis had only vague knowledge of the foreign races before his accession to the throne, and Valencianus before his return knew nothing about them until Justinian brought the foreign alliance army.

The recension was not much different.

“His Majesty the First Emperor subdued your race and gave you land and sea in the remote areas of the empire. That’s all I know.”

Carlon nodded.

“That remote place is here. On the island beyond this sea is the mermaid sanctuary. The first emperor made the mermaid king swear an oath there.”

“Do not come ashore. Do not antagonize the royal family.”

“And I will protect the sea. For a thousand years.”

Licention narrowed his eyes for a moment.

"……viceroy."

If his calculations are correct, this year marks exactly the thousandth anniversary.

Carlon smiled ambitiously.

“Your Majesty is making them swear an oath once again. If a royal family appears who has subdued a foreign race for the first time in a thousand years, who would not acknowledge its authority?”

Licention shut his eyes tightly, shuddering.

“How can I repay this favor?”

The reputation of having subdued a foreign race again would give him immense legitimacy.

Carlon's face changed from that of an ambitious governor to that of his father.

“Please take good care of my daughter.”

Licention knew that it was a mask, but he did not bother to reveal it.

'You know what Sharin told me, but you didn't say it out loud. Is it a good thing?'

Little by little, the current began to get stronger.

Licention smiled happily, royally.

“Okay. Let’s go together. We’ll go together.”