How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 115

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat, episode 115

(115)

“… … Lord Valen.”

“Archduke Valencian!”

I opened my eyes to a distant scream.

It seemed like only a few minutes had passed since he had fainted, and the sky was still pitch black.

“Why are you calling me so desperately?”

I slowly raised my head and checked my physical condition and surroundings.

“Be careful. Be careful.”

Rudy helped me hold my neck up.

My limbs were all attached and my shoes were unharmed.

His left hand was still covered in scales, but he was in no position to complain about it.

The surrounding area was a clean flat land, with undead giants scattered here and there in dismembered form.

The man who had made them like that looked at me with calm gray eyes.

Those strong, yet worn-out eyes wavered.

Severic asked in a questioning voice.

“Archduke Valencian. Why did you do that? You could have died.”

I answered with a weak smile.

“Archduke Severic. If you fall to the corpse explosion, I will be finished as well. Saving you would be saving me.”

Severic looked momentarily unconvinced.

“… … Do you trust me?”

The fact that I thought it wouldn't happen was the underlying reason for this statement.

Rudy's hands were shaking slightly, so he could sense that she was wary of him.

I was helped to my feet and patted Rudy on the shoulder.

are you okay.

“You should have shown me an unbelievable appearance. Aren’t you His Highness the Northern Grand Duke, who is infinitely noble?”

I continued, watching Severic's expression as if he didn't know what to say.

“Archduke Severic trusted me too. Instead of me abandoning him and running away, I would somehow defeat the giant sorcerer.”

"that……."

The choice between believing or not believing is always difficult.

Especially when dealing with someone who, deep down, ultimately fails to see the same place.

But for someone like me, unfortunately, there were times when I had no choice but to trust the other person.

“Because you believed in me first, I believed in you too.”

Some people were emotionally shaken by the fact that the other person trusted them, even though they knew that the other person had no choice but to trust them.

People who have lived in poverty usually do that.

Among the outrageous, crazy guys who rushed at me, saying, "Let's die after you die," I was only grateful for those who believed in me.

Severic let out an incongruous sigh.

He turned around and stood next to me, supporting me along with Rudy.

It was almost like he was carrying me.

Rudy looked as if he didn't like something.

The wolf's fur smelled like charcoal.

We started walking along the path that the wagons had traveled.

It was a quiet and still road where not even the sound of our footsteps could be heard.

“Archduke Valencian.”

“Yes, Archduke Severic.”

“I just thought it would have been better if you had been born in the North.”

“Me?”

“I will leave all negotiations with the central government to you, and I can stay at the front line fortress.”

“Don’t say scary things. What will you do if I give up my liver and gall bladder and run away?”

He said with a soft voice.

“We have to take the lovers and families in the North hostage.”

I answered with a laugh.

“Don’t say things that don’t fit. What good is a hostage if you know you can’t kill him?”

Severic smiled bitterly.

I thought I knew what he really wanted to say.

I continued speaking with a faint smile.

“Yes, Archduke Severic. I don’t understand why we spend so much energy on such pointless wars of nerves, wars of attrition, battles for dominance, and battles for legitimacy within the same empire. It would be insufficient if humanity were to unite and declare war against the invaders, aliens, and demons.”

I knew how important the war of nerves, the war of attrition, the battle for initiative, the battle of justification were.

Wars where the distribution of spoils is not agreed upon cannot even begin, or are fought again after the enemy has been defeated.

Even though I know that better than anyone else, I still think about it after fighting a strong enemy like today.

What is this war of nerves for, what is this fight for justification?

“When that time comes, there will be no need for the great lords to keep in check with each other unnecessarily, and there will be no need for this Emperor Valencianus to wander this desolate wilderness.”

Severic answered with a faint smile.

It was a smile like snowflakes.

He said calmly.

“Among my ancestors, there were many who loved the spirits and strange things of the North.”

“Our ancestors were the same.”

Not all bloodline management was meticulously calculated.

“It was madness to mix blood with an enemy that was meant to be defeated and killed. Now, all nobles are of mixed race, but back then, it wasn’t like that.”

“Yes.”

“But thanks to that crazy act, I have all sorts of strange bloodlines in my future generations.”

He carried winter, held the kelpie spirit in his hands, and had a body that could withstand corpse explosions.

“Even if it seems crazy now, I think it could be helpful to future generations.”

I think so too.

If Sereraji heard this too, he would agree.

Nothing will change unless we step forward.

Even if, deep down, you never see the same place again.

“I trusted you, and you trusted me, so I think we can be friends.”

Silent gray eyes pierced through me.

For a split second, I recalled my life before my regression.

He was a pity to me.

He desperately wanted to somehow draw her in, but in the end he failed and ended up committing suicide using a dirty trick.

This life was different.

“Are you okay? You must have heard about me.”

“My rumors are also true. The northeastern lords who clashed with me several times in the past still believe that the Northern Grand Duke only feeds on newborn babies.”

"Thank you."

I raised my head and met his eyes.

We met again.

“Can I call you hyung?”

It was a great way to build intimacy.

“Call me by my name. We are friends now.”

Severic took a step forward.

“Eek!”

Then Rudy took a deep breath.

"what's the matter?"

“… … Lord Valen.”

Her voice trembled.

His unfocused green eyes shook dizzily.

“I think it would be better to walk a little faster.”

"why?"

“There are dead bodies walking around the dock.”

* * *

The sailors who had just escaped the swamps of the County of Delusiato and the coachmen who had ridden all night through the wilderness where the giant undead appeared were on the verge of collapse from exhaustion.

“Faster! Faster!”

“The knights are getting tired too!”

“Put down the plank ladder and bring me the wheelbarrow!”

But none of them thought of resting.

Because the entire dock was covered with undead.

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

“Kkieeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

A ghost with a blurred shape, 'Wraith', and a crying woman, 'Banshee', flew through the sky with a terrible scream.

The sailors who heard the cries covered their ears and were in pain.

There was even a porter who lost his balance while pushing a cart on a plank ladder and fell into the water.

Ppaang! Fiang! Fiang!

Skeleton archers fired bone bolts.

A piece of bone the size of three fingertips easily pierced through cloth and knocked the man down.

“Wow, wow, wow!”

Zombies big and small rushed in like a tidal wave.

There were also some that started to form the form of an abomination by combining two or three.

All that could hold back that terrible army were a handful of retinues and a few knights brought by Severic.

If it weren't for one priest of Amon, all the sailors would have gone mad and killed each other because of the race and the banshee.

“Bless those who have the pride of a warrior… … .”

It was not a full moon, but it was a moonlit day, and the sailors, baptized by the madness of the moon, overcame the spirit of the undead and combatively transported the grain to the ships.

“You are doing well.”

Lucena swung her sword and shouted at the priest who was bleeding profusely.

A sword made of blessed steel decapitated the banshee and burst into flames.

Her black blade was not wide, but it was thick and sharp at the tip, making it ideal for cutting through bone and flesh.

She dismembered the undead, holding a two-span dagger in her left hand and a rapier in her right.

Evil, evil!

Because I had to deal with a large army of hundreds and thousands of people, I couldn't freely draw out my Mana Blade.

She stabbed the zombie's knee deeply with her thinly swept mana blade, twisting it.

With a “thud” sound, the zombie with its broken knees fell to the ground.

“Wow, wow, wow!”

Phew!

At the same time, he stabbed the dagger into the eye of the next zombie that opened its mouth to bite her, and twisted its arm with all his might, cracking its head open.

Lucena ran towards the Abomination, which was growing bigger and bigger as it ate the surrounding zombies with its hands.

thud!

Abomination brought down a tendril-like hand.

Lucena dodged by spinning around on her right foot and stabbing the bastard deeply behind both knees.

“Phew!”

The man suddenly fell to his knees and screamed strangely.

Then she stabbed the bastard in the back of the neck with her sword and cut it off by slicing it straight down.

Peeing! Peeing! Peeing!

"this……!"

Over a hundred skeleton archers poured concentrated fire on Lucena.

Her plate armor was of high quality, with many reinforcing magic circles engraved on it, but it was unclear whether it would be able to stop all the bolts and arrows loaded with massive amounts of magic.

Kang, kagagang, kaang!

At that moment, a white shadow blocked her path.

“Lord Rsena. I will take care of this place.”

Tentia shouted proudly and blocked the arrows and bolts with her whole body.

Even the massive fraud could not penetrate the red color flowing all over her body.

She held one hand close enough to touch the crossguard of the longsword, and the other held the round lump of iron at the end of the hilt, the pummel.

"ha!"

She roared like a wolf and started running, swinging her longsword with a blazing red mana blade all over the place.

Saaaaah-.

The sword swung upward in a graceful curve, cutting the undead's thighs, waists, upper bodies, and necks in half.

Crunch!

A sword fell like a meteor and cut off one of Abomination's legs.

Tsukaaaaak!

The sword he swung around like a dancer split and shattered the bones of the skeleton archers.

Despite wearing thick armor, her movements were flexible and smooth.

Tentia broke the zombie's head with the spike of her raised elbow, broke the skeleton's legs with a kick aimed at the calf, and crushed the ghoul's head and neck into its chest with a headbutt using her helmet.

“Knight of His Highness the Grand Duke of Valencian, Tentiada! This body will give rest to your flesh.”

The sword raised to shoulder height was swung sharply, and the zombie's neck was cut off like the tip of a scythe.

She dodged the six-meter-tall undead giant's fist, cut off its knees, and sliced its head with her sword, splitting it open all the way to its chest.

'It's hot.'

Cheeeeek!

A red aura rose like steam and enveloped her body.

'It's hot.'

She swung her sword, her ecstatic expression hidden behind her helmet.

Pip-pi-pit!

A flesh-eating caterpillar as big as a house crawled and launched its thorns.

Ting, ting, teeing!

“Whoa?”

The thorns that slid along the precisely laid-down sword surface became embedded in the zombies' legs.

Tentia rushed forward as if she was going to cut the huge lump of flesh in two.

The red ribbon on the helmet and the red cape fluttered beautifully.

The sailors who saw her thought she was like an angel of the god of war with an ever-beating heart.

“Go back to hell!”

The red mana blade burned like flames, and her single sword split the fleshy head vertically.

Green fluid spurted everywhere, spewing acidic vapors, but she didn't care and rushed forward, grabbing the writhing mass of flesh with her left hand and turning her face towards the undead.

The undead that were hit by the acidic fluid melted one after another.

“Can’t you see His Highness the Grand Duke Valen and His Highness the Grand Duke Severic?”

The sailor atop the flagship's mast responded to Tentia's shout.

“You can’t see it yet.”

Tentia and Rushena let out a deep sigh.

What was more frightening than the undead was that only one of them returned.

Both of them had a vague belief in their respective lords.

The scoundrel Hwang Hyung, who survived the Great Purge and grew like crazy, and the Northern Grand Duke, who was a symbol of absolute power.

It would be unbelievable to think that they were defeated by 'a mere' undead giant.

I was afraid of what he would think then.

'If… … really if.'

'Even if that were true, no one would accept it.'

The two looked at each other's faces for a moment.

Tentia was wearing a helmet, but Lucena was sure that she was making the same expression as herself.

'If the Northern Duke kills His Majesty.'

“If the bastard prince kills the Grand Duke.”

Then the sailor on the mast shouted:

“They are coming! They are coming! Their two grand dukes and their maids are all here.”

They both breathed a sigh of relief.

“Lord Rushena. That’s fortunate.”

“Yes, Lord Tentia.”

The fact that we don't have to point our swords at each other.

* * *

The battlefield became much more stable with the addition of the Sword Master and first-class magicians, and eventually all the grain was loaded onto the ships.

Hundreds of transport ships began to sail northward and northward.

“What happened to you guys?”

“It’s become awkward.”

Valencian and Severic shared a drink and enjoyed their new friendship and return to life.

“Ah… … I’ll go get some fresh air.”

“… … I will also go out with you.”

Looking at that sight, the thought they had just had felt so blasphemous that the two knights went out to the sign, covered their faces against the cold wind, and sighed deeply.