How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 113

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat, episode 113

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The roads in Baekjakryeong could not be said to be well-maintained, even in vain.

The wagons rattled and rattled endlessly as they advanced through the wilderness that felt like winter even in spring.

“Give me the cart!”

“I will offer grain, but I will spare your life!”

Bandits came from all directions.

“Each and every one of these will become the flesh and blood of the northern people!”

Northern Grand Duke Severic tells us why he is a Sword Master.

Even after fighting for a long time, Tentia would watch him swing his sword with a blank expression.

'As expected, our Grand Duke is far more amazing.'

Although Rushena felt proud when she saw it, she quickly became depressed when she encountered other types of thieves.

“Nari. My wife and children have been starving for three days.”

“Nari, please.”

“Nari. Please. Please give me even a handful.”

The more we share with them, the less there is left for the northerners.

To show mercy to them only breeds evil.

But why on earth does it say that mercy breeds evil?

It may sound like a play on words, but if you delve into it doctrinally, it is a problem that even Saint Matthew agonized over.

Severic also could not understand the situation where good intentions met with good intentions and brought about bad results.

If only he had sent several of his knights, they would have driven out the wanderers and forced their march.

If he had brought more of his administrators, they would have settled the accounts somehow and given him a sack of grain or so.

Today, at the side of the Northern Duke Severic were not his knights or magistrates, but the scoundrel Duke Valencianus.

“If you don’t want to be whipped, back off!”

He responded by not showing mercy in the harsh circumstances where mercy breeds evil.

He knew that he was different from the saint Matheus who had lost his miracles, and he was different from the tormented Severic.

Even though he clenched his teeth and screamed, the way he clenched his fists and trembled showed that he too was in terrible agony.

He was, by any means, a man who could not possibly show mercy.

'He is more dangerous because he is capable.'

Lucena finally judged what kind of person Valencian was and decided how to treat him.

He was a man who did things whether he cried or laughed.

He had to be used as a friend to the North, using his ruthless and powerful actions, or he had to be killed.

He was someone who should not be considered an enemy.

Whether they knew her intentions or not, Valencian and Severic were sitting in the wagon hold, laughing and drinking wine from small cups, sitting on a large barrel of flour.

It was not surprising that Severic, who had rolled around in the mud with his soldiers in the field, did not care about his position.

But I had no idea that Valencian, who would not lie down unless there was fur or a carpet, would be so carefree.

He was sitting askew on a rough wooden barrel, smiling, dressed in a white uniform that would have required him to dance with well-dressed ladies in a ballroom hung with many splendid chandeliers.

“There are many mines in the north that were developed by dwarves in the past. They are deep and have a large mining yield, making them useful in many ways, but we are unable to develop them properly due to a lack of manpower.”

“I will report to His Majesty the Emperor and send all the wanderers from the central and southern regions to the north. Once the funds are invested and the canal construction begins, all the wanderers from the north will also have jobs.”

“I can only thank you.”

“Instead, please make it clear to the other lords across the central and northern regions that you have been summoned by the Grand Duke. If you don’t make it clear, they will either detain you in their territories or expel you.”

It seemed as if it was a reprimand for Severic's lenient attitude.

Severic seemed to notice the intention and smiled bitterly.

“He seemed a bit weak for a Northern Archduke. If I have to do something, I will. But after leaving the battlefield, there are so many things that ‘don’t have to go that far.’”

Valencian shook his head.

To Lucena, it seemed as if he did not want Severic to suffer any harm.

“Meeting other nobles is like going to war. They are the ones who will cut off your nose even if you keep your eyes open.”

“I also believe that they are people who know grace.”

“People who meet each other often are polite and loyal. However, the other lords between the central and northern regions are different. You rarely see them again, right? That’s why they make ridiculous demands like paying 10% as a toll.”

"ha ha ha."

Valencian said, emptying his goblet.

“Your Highness… is too strong.”

"yes?"

“Because you’re too strong, because you have too much, because your goal is right in front of you… … . You have some leeway, and you’re trying to catch your breath. That’s when it’s the most dangerous. Because you’ve never had any leeway, you don’t know how much leeway you can have, and you end up spreading out.”

It was strangely like a story from personal experience.

Lucena bit her lip as she heard those words.

It was exactly what she had been thinking.

Severic said, his grey eyes shining.

“I will gladly accept that advice, Your Highness.”

Lucena looked at the two, wondering whether she should laugh or smile.

The way they smiled at each other, knowing that they would meet again someday, looked noble.

* * *

It was a night when I couldn't sleep for some reason.

I sat by the campfire and talked with Lord Tentia.

“King Tentia. Are you having a hard time?”

She answered with a confident smile on her handsome face.

“It’s hard to sit all day and my feet hurt.”

“Aren’t there actually a few knights who are in charge of guarding this huge procession?”

“It is a bit unfortunate that we cannot monitor His Majesty to ensure that he does not utter any words, but it is not a problem.”

“What do you think of Archduke Severic’s swordsmanship?”

Sir Tentia's red eyes glowed.

It was like asking Sereraji for magic.

“You are perfect.”

“How would you compare with His Majesty Jaylilith?”

“If Her Majesty Jaylilith is a protean and unpredictable genius, Her Highness Severic is a classic and unstoppable genius. I think there is much more to learn from Her Highness Severic.”

I thought I knew what you meant.

Jaylilith did not systematically learn magic or swordsmanship.

Whenever I was learning something from Jaylilith before her regression, I often heard things like, 'Why can't I do this?'

“Kyung-eun is really honest.”

“Your Majesty, you are honest. It’s just that you don’t tell the whole truth.”

I said with a shrug.

“What can I do? Without the secrets of a hidden blade and the surprising unexpectedness, I don’t have the confidence to harm this cruel world.”

“Do you think that if Your Highness were to become Sword Master, he would become like His Highness Severic?”

“We’ll have to try it to find out. For now, I don’t think so.”

Sir Tentia laughed bitterly.

“Are you saying that you can never be upright even if you are born again?”

Even if I went back in time, I couldn't become upright.

“I think that being fair is not a matter of strength, but a matter of the heart.”

Sir Tentia made a face as if asking why he was saying such cool things.

Taking advantage of the gap, I quickly tried to make an excuse.

“For example, in a situation like Igor’s mansion where there is no time and the mind is in a state of urgency, there is no answer other than surprise attacks and threats.”

She nodded.

“You fought head-on without taking hostages. I am satisfied with that.”

… … I don’t know how low my moral expectations have fallen.

“Actually, I thought about taking hostages. But taking hostages is less effective than you think. You try to solve the problem by threatening to kill the hostage, but if you actually kill the hostage, you’re ruined too.”

Sir Tentia narrowed her eyes.

“Didn’t you say a while ago that inefficiency is the way to arouse emotion?”

“What can I gain by provoking the other party’s anger in a situation where I have to negotiate? I’m here because I have something to gain.”

“So, were you satisfied with the conversation after the fight with Kelpie?”

“It was a conversation after the fight with the kelpie, not the number one. It wasn’t anything special. In the end, it just confirmed that they wanted to believe each other’s empty words.”

May the parallel lines running as arch-rivals never collide, and may we maintain friendship as humans.

“Oh, right. Now that we’re on the subject, I should’ve mentioned it earlier, but the circumstances have pushed it back until now.”

I said with confidence.

“It was no accident that that kelpie attacked the serpent.”

Sir Tentia nodded.

“I think so too. I’ve never even heard of such a huge and powerful kelpie.”

Although it was said to be an evil spirit, it was one that targeted children.

It was absurd to think that he could stand up to Sword Expert, let alone Sword Master.

“It was probably a monster enhanced by some kind of sorcery or ancient power.”

“Aiming for the mirror… … What did you think you would gain by aiming for the mirror?”

“Isn’t this just one step before going after His Majesty?”

I closed my eyes for a moment and opened them.

If I die here… … ?

“Sir. If I were to die here, who would be the first person to be pointed out as the culprit?”

Sir Tentia answered, his armor creaking.

“Of course it would be Archduke Severic, right?”

“The relationship between the North and the Imperial Family will be shattered.”

I felt a dire sense of crisis.

I jumped up from my seat, groaning.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

A blue-eyed figure was approaching from the horizon.

“I understand why you couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t because of your mood.”

“Yes. I felt it was somehow strong.”

Unlike the eroders we've faced so far, it had a human form.

Seeing that there was no trace of the old energy, it seemed like it was not a foreign substance but a demonic beast.

“The perspective is strange.”

The problem was that they were about the same height as the trees next to them.

* * *

The silence of the night was broken.

The horses trotted, the drivers squealed, and the cart wheels creaked.

“Eww!”

“Run away!”

“We have to leave quickly!”

“fu*k! The wheels.”

The five figures walked to the back of the procession, leaving the confused coachmen behind.

Lucena narrowed her eyes and looked at them.

“A group of giants. Judging by their eyes, they are not living beings, but rather undead who have risen again. There are thirteen of them in total. The tallest one is 16 meters, and the shortest one is about 3 meters. The difference in height is quite large.”

Rudy noticed that their bodies were covered in wounds.

“Sir, why do you all have so many wounds on your bodies? There are even giants with their ribs exposed.”

“You mean you see that? No matter how much I look at it… … No. Yes.”

'It wouldn't be strange for a first-class assassin to have at least one strange ability.'

Lucena calmed down and analyzed the new information.

“If they have many wounds, they are probably the ones who escaped from the subjugation operation. They escaped the place for a while, but eventually died from their injuries. That’s a good thing. I can kill them twice.”

Valencianus, Tentia, and Severic nodded and drew their swords.

“Archduke Severic.”

Valencianus suggested that there might be some Encroachers among the party, and Severic nodded.

“Then we should hurry up and finish it off and join the front.”

“!”

When he suggested the possibility of a diversion, Valencian was amazed.

It was a tactical judgment that mercilessly struck the back of the heads of the troops he led before returning.

“Still, I thought it was fortunate that we went camping after passing the mountain.”

“Just a few more hours and you’ll be at the dock again.”

“It will be crucial when the grain is loaded again.”

Valencian and Severic exchanged brief questions and answers, their voices heavy with laughter.

It seemed like if we were not careful, all the transport ships could sink.

Valencianus spoke to Tentia.

“King Tentia. Go to the store.”

Tentia debated whether or not it was the right decision for her to stay by his side.

'I've told you several times that I don't want to make such complicated decisions.'

She remembered the conversation they had just had around the campfire.

If Valencian had died in her absence, Severic would have been blamed or responsible, and relations between the imperial family and the north could have broken down.

It was a relief to know that Jaylilith wasn't the type to plot.

“Rudy. Please take care of me.”

Tentia gritted her teeth and walked.

“Lucena. Please.”

"majesty!"

The knight wearing glasses also ended up following Tentia.

The two knights, serving two very different grand dukes, walked shoulder to shoulder.

'If by any chance His Majesty Valencianus were to pass away, the state of the empire would be… … .'

'I don't think Lord Severic will support me even if it's just for a little while… … .'

Each with their own regrets and worries.