How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 366

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Dawn broke in the eastern sky.

I walked unsteadily and sat down on a pile of rocks.

“I’m dying.”

Last night I completely let myself go and drank a lot of alcohol.

Then, after being attacked by Caesar after the heat wave, and having even activated an 'evacuation plan' against the invaders, my overworked body and mind called for some rest with caffeine.

I didn't know what would happen if I drank more coffee, so I just closed my eyes.

"mom!"

“My child didn’t come out.”

“Please let me in!”

I heard people screaming.

This area is off-limits due to the collapse of the building, so the citizens who have been shaking with the infamy of Archduke Valencian will not be thrown into the culvert on the day they faint.

and.

“Valencianus?”

Less than a minute after I closed my eyes, I heard a familiar, intelligent voice.

In front of me, the white-haired, blue-eyed royal Hadritan was pushing up his glasses.

It was blinding.

Looking around, I saw that the day had clearly become brighter.

He kindly reminded me that I hadn't closed my eyes for even a minute.

“Hardritan?”

Looking around, I saw that there were several administrative officials around him, aside from him.

“Calculate the extent of the damage! There’s no need to increase taxes, right?”

“The cleanup is complete! We can now return citizens to areas that have not been physically damaged.”

“Send the homeless people to the church first. They can give them bread and soup in the morning.”

Hadritan looked at them and smiled happily.

“Everything went smoothly and systematically.”

I answered, raising my stiff body.

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“Signaling using the sacred streetlight. Force field using accumulated sacred power. Evacuation route and knights’ entrance using luminous paint. Linking of the holy knights and silver knights using flames and luminous flags. Everything is progressing smoothly.”

That's right.

“Our house!”

“Please breathe!”

“This building looks like it will collapse again soon.”

Even if the debris of the collapsed building stumbled at our feet, even if the couple cried as they held their dead child, even if the older brother looked bewildered as he watched his eroded younger brother die at the hands of a paladin, he and I had to be happy that our plan worked.

I said, brushing back my gray hair as if it were my habit.

“Yes. It would be a miracle if a high-level invader with that much intelligence and power appeared in the center of the capital and ended with this much damage.”

Objectively, it was a very satisfactory result.

“Let’s do better next time.”

Of course, I had no intention of being satisfied.

Hardritan nodded.

Now it was time to come up with a 'countermeasure'.

A very, very definitive solution was needed.

Oddly enough, I already had a plan in place that would have a similar effect.

* * *

Jaylilith's office overlooking the capital.

With the dazzling sunlight shining down like a halo through the glass windows in front.

I sat across from her and gave my report.

“……. 186 dead. 49 encroachers. The remaining property damage was limited to about 4 buildings. The time from the appearance until the arrival of the paladins was 8 minutes, and the time until the silver knights launched their first attack was the latter half of 6 minutes.”

Jaylilith tapped the desk with her knuckled fingers.

Knock, knock, knock.

“The sacred streetlight did its job quite well.”

Her eyes still had a languid smile, but her firm lips told me she was more than a little angry.

“That’s right. The reason we’ve suffered so much damage so far is because we were defenseless against the first mental wave, but now that you’ve blocked that first mental wave, it’s truly a blessing from the Empire.”

“Have their identities been revealed?”

I bowed my head and gave my report.

“Based on the investigation of the local residents, the disguised identity found in the torn clothes during the transformation, and the appearance of the three-headed, six-legged thief, it has been confirmed that he is a berserker from the Emirate of Amir.”

Actually, I've been thinking deeply about how to bring up this story for a while now.

Anyway, we are preparing for war.

Since they were attacked first, there is sufficient justification.

It was certain that Jaylilith would bring up the meteor story.

Actually, I too would like to see a blue meteor streak across the night sky.

How appealing is the idea that you can solve everything in one room?

But I know.

Unless we kill everyone on that continent, the enraged Southern Continent people who were hit by the meteor will all join the Corrosion Cult.

So I decided to hit the player.

“I dare to seek revenge.”

When I bowed my head politely and offered my advice, Jaylilith let out a questioning exclamation.

“Yes! I’ve been waiting to hear that! Do you have a plan? Tell me quickly.”

He seemed quite excited, his eyes sparkling and he even leaned forward.

I chose my words calmly and began a lengthy explanation.

“My thoughts are…….”

The expression on the Holy Emperor's face changed from moment to moment as he listened to me.

Woodduck.

The tin cup she had been clutching was crushed in her grasp.

To be honest, I was glad I didn't get hit by that.

I was actually prepared to have an ink bottle poured on my head.

Bam.

Jaylilith lowered her head slightly.

“You.”

Her eyes had dark shadows contrasting with the halo, and a low voice came out of her mouth.

“If anyone other than you had come up with this plan, I would have opened up their head by now to see what was inside.”

I said, trying to keep a shameless smile on my face.

“I think so too. It is something only I can do.”

Jaylilith shook her head and reached out her hands toward the floor.

The sword 'Glass Mirror', still in its scabbard, floated up and fell into my hand.

“And hearing you say such things, I think I’ll have to make you so that you can’t leave the palace.”

The soft voice cried like water on the verge of boiling.

* * *

I asked, trying with all my might to remain calm.

“Your Majesty, is there any other way? No matter how I think about it, this seems to be the best and the most effective way. Negotiating with the great lords, confronting the invaders, aren’t you always the second best or the worst? This time it’s different. We can strike a fatal blow at the heart of an unprepared enemy.”

Jaylilith bit her lip wearily.

“No matter how much I think about it, it seems too dangerous. Why are you willing to take the risk? Weren’t you the one who emphasized that we should use the empire’s administrative system and magical technology to create a gap in society as a whole, rather than relying on individual force or trickery?”

“Ultimately, that is how it will end. But the retaliation is different. While Your Majesty has been closing the Demon Realm, the great lords have been purchasing the sacred streetlights and reclaiming the land for the poor to live in with the resources originally intended for that place. There are times when a single outstanding person is needed. And I think that is the time now.”

Jaylilith stared at me intently.

Two sun-like eyes shook.

I said, my voice beginning to tremble.

“Your Majesty. Just order me to come back alive.”

She gritted her teeth.

“Don’t even think about dying for Jim!”

The entire office was filled with the Emperor's voice.

I lowered my head, unable to say anything.

"your majesty-."

“I want to live tomorrow with you. You taught me patience! You taught me to rule? You taught me-.”

For a moment, as if overcome with emotion, Jaylilith trembled.

There was no trace of languid leisure in his voice.

It was the kind of anger I had only seen when I had suffered defeat several times against Severic before the return.

I honestly prepared to be half torn apart.

But she let out a deep sigh, dropped the 'glass mirror', and continued speaking slowly.

“I am a sword master, and the most powerful magician in history. I fought endlessly to become the emperor, but since I only know how to fight, I might not have been a very good emperor.”

“Excessive modesty is deception.”

“No. That’s true. It was you who understood my true intentions and translated them so that they could reach the world.”

“…….”

“I don’t care what the world knows, I only know what the world doesn’t know. But I did what I had to do. I purged the potentially dangerous royal family and their illegitimate children, I tied the great lords together, I suppressed the encroachers. But you made it praiseworthy.”

Her red lips trembled once, and my name flowed out.

“Valencian. I need you. Not desires that must be controlled by those at the top, but needs that must be satisfied.”

I answered, feeling the most desolate feeling in the world.

“……I don’t know if I’m that great of a person.”

Even though I saw my twins being dragged to a place where they might die, and was relieved that it wasn't me who was being dragged, is it okay for me to hear something like this?

I have thrown away my conscience as much as I could, but I remember why I threw it away.

At this, Jaylilith shook her head.

“I don’t like what-ifs. They are essentially talking about fantasies, not possibilities.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“So even if you had followed the magistrate instead of me that day, I don’t know if you and I would have met again. You might not have been able to overcome that place, and if I hadn’t gone there, I might have been noticed too quickly by the grown-up royal family and secretly eliminated.”

I felt like I'd been hit in the head with a battle hammer.

As she said, there were no ifs in the world.

Jaylilith continued speaking brightly.

“I don’t care how you look at yourself and your luggage. No matter how much you are a luggage, you cannot blame your thoughts. But if you think you owe your life to your luggage, then live and pay it.”

The last part of that voice trembled in an uncharacteristic way for Jaylilith.

“……You understand, oppa?”

The thick halo cast such a terrible shadow that his distinct facial features could not be seen.

Maybe he didn't want to be seen.

* * *

I headed to the workshop that way.

“Your Majesty Valen. Are you here? I was out of service.”

Marcus was examining the red mechanical armor of Sir Tentia.

His unexpectedly pure smile was impressive.

“Little brother. Are you here?”

Sereraji came down with two disciples, carrying a 'lotus incense burner'.

There was a hint of worry beyond the fresh smile.

“Turn your hips and hit the back of the head with your foot. Like that! Ah. The Grand Duke is here.”

“Lord Valen!”

"……hello?"

An old man wearing a turban taught the techniques to Rudy in a green dress and Saya Yen in a black uniform.

Rudy came running towards her, and Saya Yan lowered her head, looking displeased.

I finally asked the questions I needed to ask.

“Marcus. Is the new Matan ready?”

He smiled kindly with his face covered in black grease.

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Matan and the mechanical knights, check.

“Sister. Is there a crystal in the incense burner?”

Sereraji let out a worried voice that didn't seem to fit her.

“Yes. You can open the door whenever you want. If it’s dangerous, just come back right away.”

Space travel magic tool, confirmed.

“Sir Tentia. Rudy.”

Sir Tentia saluted, and Rudy grabbed my arm as if embracing me.

“Don’t worry, Your Majesty. I will practice diligently and wait until that day.”

“Mr. Valen, you need to stay healthy. I’ll keep a tight grip on the social world.”

My best power and dear Count, confirmed.

“Saya Yen. Did you send the plan to Tarti?”

Sayaya Yan nodded.

“I definitely sent him. Don’t worry, I won’t think of anything else. ……I’ll keep him alive while you’re doing the work.”

Auxiliary to the Sky Fleet, confirmed.

I looked at my people gathered in the workshop one by one.

Rudy, Sir Tentia, Sister Sereraji, Marcus… … .

I don't think I'll be able to say hello to Sister Helena and Brother Hadritan.

Sister Helena already knows everything, so she'll do well.

The same goes for Black Saint Matthew.

Well then, goodbye everyone for a while.

* * *

One particularly clear morning, there was a proclamation from the Holy Emperor.

“The outrageous acts of Archduke Valencian have gone too far: murder, arson, bribery, smuggling, assault, adultery. I will confine him to the Palace of the Red Moon until he reforms his ways, so that the people may go about their business in peace.”

Whether he was really imprisoned or not, no new notoriety has been heard since.

There were even rumors that his throat had already been cut off.

The people shouted loudly, "Long live His Majesty the Emperor."

And then one night, a boat went out of the lock.