How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 102

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat Episode 102

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We returned to Wyvernpit, and I, frustrated at having to stand on this stuffy ground for a while, Saint Mateos kissed the ground and blessed it.

“Saint. I miss heaven.”

“I will never ride it again. I will never ride it again.”

“It seems like the saint was happy too. He was so happy that he couldn’t even speak.”

I asked as if I didn't know anything.

Mateos glared at me, his black eyes darting around.

He muttered as if his pride was hurt.

“I fainted.”

I said with an awkward smile.

“Shall I take you to the cathedral?”

“No, that’s fine. I’ll call a carriage and take you there. Or you can walk.”

I shrugged and stood in front of Mateos.

“You know I kidnapped the saint, right?”

The setting was for a saint who cannot use a wyvern due to doctrine to go to the Alzenversa Monastery as soon as possible.

“Yes, Your Majesty. I remember.”

“But if I let you go, I will be dragged away by the knights and beaten, even if it is only formally.”

The Wyvernfit trainers brought in another wyvern.

It meant that he didn't want to get beaten up.

Mateos ruffled his black curly hair and expressed his anger.

“Be brave and accept it as you would a grand duke! I am telling you to calmly accept the price you deserve.”

I laughed bitterly and tugged at the saint's robe.

“But if you become a grand duke, you should be able to enjoy rights without paying a price. Wouldn’t people dream of rising in social status?”

“Isn’t this a world where the hard-working commoners can’t beat the nobles who enjoy it? Don’t talk nonsense like a dog who doesn’t know anything about the ways of the world. When you don’t even mean it.”

“Let’s go.”

“If you don’t let go, I’ll excommunicate you!”

If I had said that to the knights, they would have trembled, but this was the Wyvern Pit, a symbol of imperial power.

Besides, I've heard that phrase about 360 times while doing 36 aerobatic maneuvers, so I'm starting to get used to it.

I mounted my saddled new wyvern and soared into the sky again.

Black Saint Mateos screamed.

“Archduke Valen! You are either the price of the miracle I have created, or you are the Old One itself, trying to bring chaos to this world!”

I also shouted out whatever came to my mind.

The charm of heaven was that no one was listening.

“Yes! Your Majesty, everything you say is true! There is something old in my eyes, something old in my blood, something old in my wyvern, so do as you wish, I am also an old one!”

“Take it easy! Steep dive! Don’t dive!”

“But if you support me here with the Flame of Purification, your Majesty will ride an unattended wyvern and fly through the sky until the wyvern tires and lands! Hahahahaha!”

“The Lord of Light will send lightning down on you!”

“If you get struck by lightning now, you too, Saint!”

The cathedral bell tower was getting closer and closer in front of me.

The citizens of the capital surrounding the wall pointed at us, and priests and paladins ran out onto the lawn.

Among the people who followed along without knowing what was going on, there were many nobles of the court dressed in fine clothes.

Even though Gwangmyeong Shinkyo is a strong church, there would be no way this many people would come on a weekday.

“… … I guess today was Sunday.”

“What if, no matter what, the saint forgets the Sabbath?”

As I laughed mischievously, the saint tightened his arms as if he was going to break my waist.

“I know that the Archduke originally came on a seven-day trip and turned back on the pretext of bad weather.”

"ah."

“That’s better. Since many Hong bishops will be present on Sunday, I think we should use this opportunity to announce our plans to appoint a pope. I plan to choose Bishop Hong of Argos.”

… … I feel like I just heard a hugely important political statement.

“The Pope… … are you speaking?”

“Yes. I will leave the administrative work of the Church to the Pope, and I will do what I can do better.”

"for example?"

“I should go to the fundraising events of the nobles, give them good advice, and raise money to give to the poor. I should also visit places where demonic spirits have appeared or where there has been flooding to purify them.”

I said it as if it was surprising.

“I didn’t know that even the saint knew that electrons were important.”

“I am no longer a seminarian. Isn’t it the duty of the leadership to help those who want to get into the field?”

Besides, Mateos continued.

“I felt the need to visit the site in some way. I learned that there was a new miracle that God had given me, and that there was a cult of eroders so powerful that they were entering the monastery.”

I nodded, my voice dripping with laughter.

That eroder priest with the flat helmet-like hood over his head was never caught.

I rode the wyvern and searched all around the bottom of the cliff, but I couldn't find a single drop of blood or a single piece of burnt flesh.

“The Imperial Family will also do its best to help. If you need knights, please let us know at any time. I, Valencian, will also run to you even while sleeping.”

I said with a confident smile.

Mateos said as he looked at the church lawn and the knights getting closer.

“Your Highness, don’t think of laughing it off. I think your Highness needs to wash away his many sins through the flogging.”

“Haha. I got caught. Then I have no choice but to use the ‘throwing’ tactic of the Blue Knights.”

"yes?"

I turned around on the saddle and untied the leather belt that held Mateos to the saddle.

His already white face became even whiter.

“Ji, ji, what are you doing now?”

“Hold on tight enough that you don’t break my hand!”

As I pulled the reins, the wyvern began to dive.

I started hearing people swearing and shouting.

“Duke Valencian, who kidnapped the saint, has returned!”

“That crazy guy came to the cathedral riding a wyvern!”

“Burn that bastard!”

“He is a great sinner who kidnapped the saint!”

“Saint, how much suffering have you endured so far?”

Two knights, Angelica and Angelus, looked up at me, their armor shining softly with divine power.

The moment he came down, his eyes looked as if he was going to fold his waist in half.

But I had no intention of setting foot on the ground.

“It is now.”

“Huh? What?”

As I was passing over the church wall, I grabbed the saint's hand with my right hand and pulled it with all my might, letting it dangle in the air.

Citizens were shocked and opened their mouths when they saw the saint shaking 10 meters in the air.

The faithful nobles and the elderly would foam at the mouth and faint.

The wyvern slowly descended, gliding over the lawn within the cathedral walls on the wind, and I pulled the reins just before the wyvern's feet touched the ground, making a very low-altitude turn to the right.

Flutter!

The 20m wings spread wide, catching the wind and giving it the power to rise again.

The saint's feet touched the ground again, and I let go of his hand.

“I look forward to seeing you again, Your Majesty.”

“Go back before you get hit by the water. Your Majesty the Archduke Valencian.”

The wyvern flapped its wings and soared into the sky again.

Angelica and Angelus looked up at me with sullen sighs.

I turned towards the palace, laughing my head off.

* * *

As soon as I returned to the villa, I called my servant and asked to see me in the evening.

When I came out after washing my body with hot water, Rudy was waiting for me in a neat maid's outfit, holding my clothes.

“Are you back?”

That gentle voice and those sparkling green eyes behind those square glasses made me realize I was home.

“Yeah. I almost died in the cathedral.”

“I’ll help you get dressed.”

He wore a dull white cotton shirt and a shiny white uniform, a red sash and a gold belt, and his platinum hair was slicked back with a little perfume.

“I heard voices insulting Valen in the market.”

Rudy's voice sounded strangely excited.

For a moment, I wondered if Rudy had challenged his opponent to a duel or shot him in the back of the head with a pistol.

“Don’t worry. I didn’t care. I believed it was just a malicious rumor this time too. But can you tell me what happened?”

Her eyes were out of focus.

The voice also had no ups and downs.

I answered with a sigh.

“I hung the saint 10 meters high and flew inside the church on a wyvern.”

Rudy's mouth opened wide.

“Oh my gosh… … You really, really did something brave.”

In her eyes, the focus was out of focus.

I let out a deep sigh.

“Your Highness the Grand Duke of Valen! What nonsense have you done! The knights and the angry mob have come to the palace.”

A fully armed Tentia Lord opened the villa door.

As I lifted the white mask, I could see that the red eyes were shaking wildly.

“They are on the verge of turning into a mob. All the Black Iron Knights’ security officers have been deployed, but they are not calming down.”

Oh my goodness.

I compared the situation to my experience before the regression.

“Did someone climb over the palace wall?”

"no."

“Did His Majesty the Emperor cast a spell?”

“No. Your Majesty would never cast magic on his subjects!”

Okay, so nothing happened.

“It’s nothing. You’ll get used to it.”

"yes?!"

“And soon, the Gwangmyeong Church will send me their thanks through you. When they call you from the cathedral, you’ll know it’s you.”

To the public, it may seem like he returned almost a month after being kidnapped, but the higher-ups all know the truth.

There was a problem at the monastery, and I was the one who brought the saint to them quickly, even though I was being cursed at.

The church will take care of this part for you.

Rudy let out a deep sigh of relief.

The focus returned to his eyes and the pitch returned to his voice.

“You had a lot of thoughts and background. I don’t know what it was, but I felt relieved.”

“Yeah. That’s good.”

“Now, there is no need to challenge Valen to a duel when the court ladies of the noble family curse at him in the market. Valen has already made up his mind.”

For a moment, I couldn't think of anything to say and just looked at Sir Tentia.

"kyung."

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“How much has Rudy’s dagger skill improved?”

"Tentia Sir," he said in a voice that seemed very special.

“Running, stealth, surprise attacks, jujitsu, and martial arts were all superior to the criminals.”

“What if I had jumped over the criminal… … ?”

“Sword user, no. Since Miss Rudy didn’t learn traditional swordsmanship, it would be more correct to call her a mana user. Yes. She became a mana user.”

It was the first stage of superhuman power, where one could strengthen their body by using mana within their body.

It was an incredible achievement for someone who started training when he was over twenty.

“Oh my god! Rudy. Congratulations.”

Sir Tentia continued speaking.

“She followed along very diligently. She meditated every day, ran in the training ground with the knights, and gained practical experience by dueling with the ill-mannered maids of other noble families. Her loyalty and tenacity were something I wanted to teach my juniors.”

Rudy blushed and looked embarrassed, perhaps unaccustomed to receiving compliments from a knight.

“Not to that extent. I just wanted to help you, Valen… … .”

"thank you."

Rudy turned his blushing face away.

wait for a sec.

“But you’re saying that with that skill, you were beating up the maids of other families? It’s driving me crazy. Why do you want to get cursed at along with me?”

“I’ll cut the fruit for you.”

Rudy pretended not to hear and ran into the kitchen laughing.

I ended up laughing.

* * *

There were stairs leading up to the office behind the audience room.

As I was going upstairs, thinking about what I wanted to report, I came across a familiar face.

“Sister?”

“Little brother?”

Blue and yellow gold and silver Liaodong with blue hair.

A genius wizard who wears a cone-shaped hat, fancy robes, and carries a staff with a jewel as big as a fist.

It was Sereraji.

“My sister reported this to me before. Are you going to start mass producing scrolls now?”

She smiled brightly as if she was happy to see me, but her face distorted as soon as she heard my question.

“You thought it was just a scroll? You want me to make all kinds of magical tools. At this rate, I’ll be doing free research in my grave.”

“Haha. They say that geniuses are destined to die young from illness or be used by the monarch for their entire lives.”

That's what saints are good at.

Taking advantage of genius.

Sereraji nodded.

“Yeah. You’re a genius, so that’s how it goes. How can you screw up the church in such a creative way? It’s really amazing and refreshing.”

It was surprisingly a compliment.

The wizards did not get along well with the priests.

“Hmm. It’s a long story. I’ll tell you in the evening.”

“I’ll be waiting. But I might not see you tonight.”

"why?"

“Your Majesty doesn’t seem to be in a good mood.”