How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 118

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat Episode 118

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Valencian got out of his carriage at the fork in the road leading to the villa.

“Rudy. Go in first and rest. It’ll probably take a few hours when you’re done looking.”

“Yes, Lord Valen.”

“Tentia, you will be leaving now. I will take care of the gifts from the North.”

Tentia hesitated for a moment and then answered.

“No. How could I afford such leisure as a knight-errant knight?”

“I’ll take care of the gift. Kyung-i becoming stronger is part of me becoming stronger, so there’s no way I would steal it.”

“If it’s Valen… … .”

“Please scold the incompetent knight who cannot firmly deny it.”

Valencian laughed loudly and waved his hand.

“Trust me and go in.”

The palace's attendant came leading his servants and carried a bag of tribute goods.

Valesianus straightened his clothes and ran both hands through his platinum hair.

Checking the servants' appearances reflected in the carriage window once more.

The attendant guided him up the path without passing through the audience room.

He walked down the hallway and asked the attendant.

“Has there been any trouble, Your Majesty?”

The attendant thought for a moment and then answered.

“There have been eight assassination attempts in the last 40 days.”

“Number 8? It’s gone down a lot. That’s a relief.”

“Yes. But six of them were sent directly by assassins.”

“You should be able to tell that the poison isn’t working. But was the Platinum Knights’ defense really that lax?”

“You’ve been going to church every Sunday lately. Every time you go out on the road, you’re bound to be exposed to some degree of danger. The Knights of the Blue Knights watch over the rooftops on their wyverns, but now they’re hiding under the eaves of the roofs and shooting out with their crossbows.”

Valencian clicked his tongue.

“Isn’t the slingshot under control? It would be illegal for a commoner to possess a weapon greater than a dagger in the capital.”

“Even assassination is not legal, Your Majesty.”

“I see. I understand. But I know that servants are not allowed to carry daggers in the palace, even if the attendants don’t know. Has the rule changed in the past 40 days?”

It was a place with few people even within the main palace.

Even though it was a spring day, there was a chilly chill and white dust.

“Hit!”

The attendant shouted sharply.

The servants who had put down their bags of tribute drew daggers from their waists and rushed at them.

Valencian narrowed his eyes at the dagger and the movements.

'The dagger is also made of good iron. He is not a servant. He did not bribe or threaten, but infiltrated. It is unlikely that the head of the palace did not know about this. Are they in cahoots? Or did they kidnap the servant and the attendant and disguise themselves?'

If you grab both hands from close range and get hit with a dagger a few times while you're panicking, even a fairly skilled opponent will fall.

Four of the six servants rushed forward, and two of them held Valencian's body.

Phew!

Your servant thrust his dagger in with all his might.

The lower abdomen on both sides, between the ribs, and the pubic area were all critical points.

Jiiik!

But the dagger bounced off without even piercing the white uniform.

"what!"

All the servants and attendants were embarrassed.

It was the power of the liquid metal armor 'Aqua-Teg'.

“Let go.”

Valencian gave the cool command.

The servants continued to cut, but their panicked fingers did not move as they had been trained to.

“If you won’t let go, I have no choice but to let you go.”

A flame that burns like a brazier.

'Aquateg' instantly rose like a red-hot iron on a sledgehammer.

The two servants who had been holding him held his palms and let out a sigh.

Valencian drew his sword and swung it with a graceful movement of his hand.

“Don’t worry. I won’t kill you now.”

The servant, realizing that his clothes were the problem, thrust his dagger into his neck.

Phew!

He responded by kicking the servant hard between the legs.

“You will all go to Wyvernpit and be chewed and eaten!”

He struck the running servant's leg with a 'sharp stabbing flame' and then elbowed the servant in the face.

Her face shattered like a thin piece of ice, and pieces of hardened wax and makeup fell out in tatters.

'It was a disguise.'

From afar, the Platinum Knight and the Royal Guards came running.

* * *

The Emperor's office overlooks the entire capital.

This is because the main palace itself is a building built on a mountainside, and the office is located directly above the audience hall, which has 25m high pillars.

I stepped into the room, which was too empty to be considered extravagant, but too simple to be considered splendid with its chandeliers.

“Your Majesty the Emperor. I have returned.”

“I heard you met some assassins on your way here. Are you okay?”

Emperor Jaylilith looked at me and smiled brightly.

The platinum blonde hair bordered with white as it faced the sun, and dark shadows fell over her dense face.

Sitting with her back to the huge window and the capital in the background, she seemed even more authoritative than when she was on the throne, and my Emperor looked beautiful today.

I answered politely and asked lightly.

“I sent them all to Wyvernpit. Judging from their accents, they don’t seem to be from the capital. Do you have any idea?”

“There are too many, which is a problem. I am already tired from being attacked so many times. I hope you bring me some good news that will help relieve my fatigue.”

I nodded confidently.

I've got some good news.

Jaylilith smiled like a snake and gestured.

“Then sit down in front of the luggage and tell me. I am really curious about what kind of trouble you have been through.”

“I have been promised loyalty.”

I will report the most important facts first, and then develop the story focusing on the abilities and personality of the Northern Grand Duke Severic.

Jaylilith seemed quite pleased with the way he delivered the most important news first.

The smile never left her lips as she listened to my story.

“He was a typical Grand Duke of Change.”

“Jim thinks so too. He may seem cold because he has too much on his back to take care of each person individually, but in the end, everything he carries is for the sake of people.”

“You are correct.”

“Are you saying that you ended up hanging hundreds of corpses from each mast and sailing across the lake?”

Jaylilith laughed in disbelief.

“That’s right.”

I nodded without blinking.

“How bold.”

She said that and looked as if she was thinking about something for a moment.

I expected her to ask a difficult question, as I watched the corners of her lips slightly turn up.

The problem is that the silence started to last longer than I expected.

While I was secretly sighing, the emperor opened his mouth.

“I was surprised that it ended more quietly than I expected.”

"yes?"

“Jim, when you said about the soaring grain prices, ‘It’s all my doing,’ I for a moment secretly expected a catastrophe. And when you and Severic talked in the cabin, didn’t you say, ‘It’s gone astray at the deepest level?’”

“That’s right. But… … .”

“I thought you were going to wait until Severic was in shambles after being corpsmanized and then promise your loyalty.”

Now that I think about it, that might have been a good move.

If I had been in the same situation before the regression, I would have done the same.

The Emperor asked, tilting his head in a stiff, jerky motion.

“I don’t want to pry, so feel free to answer. I think you didn’t risk your life for friendship, but rather risked your life to build friendship.”

It was the perfect answer.

It was fortunate that he didn't stop breathing.

“It is said that kindness comes before friendship. However, I cannot find anything that would make you kind to a northern grand duke whom you have never met. Are you not the kind of man who would be impressed by a strong spirit of sacrifice or benevolence?”

The favor I had came from regret.

If only I could protect Jaylilith and the Empire together with this noble and powerful man.

Jaylilith continued speaking

“The result is good. You have taken the oath of loyalty as I have instructed you. I am only curious. At what point did you develop any human favor toward the Northern Grand Duke?”

Jaylilith's face, with her back to the sun, was covered in dark shadows, and only her golden eyes shone inhumanly.

I took a short breath and answered.

“It is rare to find someone who can manage the entire North.”

Even if you reach a certain level of seniority, you will start using the term human resources.

At lower ranks, the position creates the person, but as rank and position rise, people create the position.

With his father dead and still childless, it seemed to me that only Severic could take the title of Duke of the North.

“He is an irreplaceable talent. I thought that if I could build a relationship with him that goes beyond a simple financial one, it would be of great help to Your Majesty.”

Jaylilith looked strangely impressed.

“Go on.”

“It is inefficient to create emotion, to create debt in the heart, and to shake emotions. You have to make them think, “This much?” to be able to shake emotions.”

Also, I continued speaking while laughing.

“As Your Majesty said, I also had favor with him.”

“At what point?”

“He is a sword master and a strong swordsman. As someone who holds a sword, I couldn’t help but vaguely admire him. When such a strong man treats me with respect, I am the first to be impressed.”

Jaylilith smiled faintly.

Because her admiration for the Sword Master applies equally to her.

I bowed my head and spoke as if confessing.

“I was proud to offer my wealth as a favor to Your Majesty. But instead of showing off his pride as the Northern Grand Duke, he bowed his head to me in front of many people.”

"hmm."

“It is the heart of a weak person to become infinitely weak in the face of the kindness of the strong, and I am no different.”

Jaylilith laughed brightly when she heard the words, “The favor of the strong.”

The spring sun shining down from behind her was so strong that for a moment I couldn't see her expression.

But the voice I heard was infinitely relaxed and full of interest.

“When I talk to you, I feel like I’m learning about human nature. You’re always bold and persuasive.”

“Thank you.”

“Do you know why I do not resort to intrigue and trickery in my governance?”

I answered right away.

“Because you can rule without writing.”

“If I ever find myself needing it, it will be because I learned it from you.”

“You are more than enough.”

Jaylilith smiled brightly.

“I understand your intention. I need a subject, not a friend, but my subject needs a friend. Now, open the bag of tribute. I wonder how much your friend has saved your face.”

* * *

When delivering a genuine product, you often think about the reputation of not only the person receiving it, but also the person taking it.

The logical structure was something like, 'Since you're here, I'll take care of this much for you.'

In that respect, Northern Grand Duke Severic really saved my face.

If I had seen this in the audience room with the other officials, their mouths would have dropped open.

“It looks splendid even to Jim’s eyes.”

The finest gray wolf and polar bear pelts.

A flute for summoning spirits, made with a silver magic circle engraved on the bone.

A variety of potions made from mysterious magic stones mined from glaciers, commonly called 'ice crystals'.

Swords, large and small, made by dwarves.

“Archduke Valen. Look. This is a black magic sword.”

As Jaylilith pulled out a long sword and lightly poured mana into it, frost formed on the blade and the temperature in the room dropped noticeably.

“Is it necessary?”

“My specialty is fire magic, Your Majesty.”

“I don’t enjoy the cold either. I don’t really need the protection of the spirits. I’ll distribute the magic swords to knights who have achieved great things.”

I said, picking up two swords between them.

“Can I just take a pair of daggers and two swords?”

The dagger was a magical sword, and the sword was dwarven.

“Do as you wish. These potions are enough for me. Just keep the long magic swords and the flute, and take the rest as you wish.”

What Jaylilith chose was not a spirit weapon, a magic sword, fur, or jewels, but surprisingly, ice crystals and the medicine made from them.

She muttered self-mockingly.

“He is closer to mystery than humans, so he can communicate. I am grateful.”