How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 121

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat, episode 121

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The members of the Imperial Diet murmured in silence.

Everyone's attention was focused on the words of the sixteen-year-old girl.

“In effect, you are saying that you will be leading a private army called the vigilante group.”

“Yeah, we can all be like that.”

The 200 commoner members of the National Assembly were excited and their eyes lit up after calculating.

They were mostly wealthy people with strong influence in their constituencies.

Even after this law was passed, there wasn't a single idiot who couldn't eat a vigilante.

“You’re good at thinking.”

“It doesn’t really matter to us.”

“Then aren’t they just commoners?”

“It’s not that easy.”

The members of the National Assembly from the direct territories and governor-general's territories and the clergy members looked puzzled.

The legislators from the Governor-General's Territory had little interest in affairs within the capital.

The reason they came to the parliament in the first place was to convey a message to the imperial family, not because they were interested in the affairs of the capital.

All I could think was, how clever.

But the clergy continued their fierce calculations behind kind expressions.

Gwangmyeong Church basically served as a bridge between the nobles and the commoners.

By granting the nobles and the royal family the authority of God, the common people were able to offer their voluntary loyalty, and at the same time, through the doctrine of equality before God, it prevented excessive polarization, discrimination, and exploitation.

“I think it would be a good idea to give a little more power to the common people now.”

An old priest nodded, and the murmur among the clergy died down.

“This is nonsense.”

“How dare you call in private soldiers!”

On the other hand, the reaction of the court nobles was like poking a hornet's nest.

They lived in sparsely populated streets lined with mansions and had bodyguards.

Up until now, whenever the common people tried to band together and do something, they sent their guards to silence them.

So, allowing commoners to have private armies meant that one of their most important cards was weakened.

Even if this law had passed, there would have been no gain in gathering vigilantes in the streets where there were other nobles.

“We will now proceed to voting.”

However, 200 commoners and 100 clergymen were absolutely in favor of the bill, and the deputies from the governor's colonies also took notice of the man named Cornell.

There were also many dissenting votes among the bourgeois commoners who were particularly close to the nobles.

“You dare to attack the elders?”

But the scale of the problem was not enough to turn the tide.

255 votes in favor, 135 against, 110 abstentions.

It passed.

“… … !”

The noble councilors looked at Cornell and ground their teeth.

A girl with reddish-brown bob hair and a clever and intelligent look.

Cornell bowed his head politely to them.

The power of the mixed-race court nobles was formidable, but she had several one-on-one meetings with the greatest scoundrels and was a high priestess serving the old gods.

A few more items were dealt with, and it was time to adjourn.

Cornell left the Capitol and ran with his aides to a line of carriages.

"hurry!"

I've never felt more resentful of having a prosthetic leg.

If I were caught by the noble councilors now, I could be dragged off somewhere and buried with the words, “Let’s have a meal together.”

The court nobles were those who had such power.

Until now, both the clergy and the commoners had to take her side in order to pass the law immediately, but now that the law was passed, they could wash their mouths clean.

Because there is no guarantee that she will continue to pass laws like this in the future.

Most people think, "I got one for that little brat, so that's it."

“Senator Cornell. Where are you going? I’m Senator Marcus.”

A large, bearded bourgeois deputy stood in her way like a wall.

“Let’s have a meal together as lawmakers.”

“I brought a chariot. Let’s go.”

Cornell let out a sigh.

The main gate was right in front.

Now, all I had to do was go down the stairs and out to the road to get into the carriage.

Then the court nobles and their guards surrounded her, pushing her against the wall of the hallway.

The mixed race nobles were much more agile than ordinary people.

Those guards were so elite that it might not be possible to defeat them even if they brought in a full-fledged werewolf fighting force.

'I'm screwed.'

She felt the wand slipping from her hand and tried to figure out a way to escape.

“Senator Cornell?”

“Your Majesty Valencian!”

The way out was walking into the Capitol.

An arrogant and haggard-looking royal family member with blond hair tousled and gleaming yellow eyes was approaching.

There was also a wizard with blue hair, a sharp face, and blue, yellow, and gold rings.

“Your Majesty Valencianus, Your Majesty Sereraji. What brings you here?”

The court nobles were dismayed and lifted the siege surrounding Cornell.

They all had learned and heard, so they did not think that Valencian was the crazy bastard that the world talked about.

Instead, they considered Valencian to be one of the emperor's closest associates.

'He must be the Emperor's right-hand man.'

'Your Majesty wants to gain the support of his subjects. Then he needs someone who will take the blame for all the bad things.'

The court aristocracy ultimately shared and represented the interests of the imperial family and the upper class.

“Can I bring Senator Cornell with me?”

“Yes? Yes.”

“Please do so.”

'Do you want to handle it yourself?'

'Or is this bill itself something that Your Majesty has condoned? Is there something we don't know about?'

'For now, let's postpone the petition to His Majesty to reject the bill.'

The court nobles were quick to make decisions.

They shared a look and stepped back.

* * *

The three of them caught a carriage and headed to the old slums.

Valencian laughed with satisfaction when he heard the bill that Cornell had proposed.

“Well done.”

“It’s just the beginning. I’m worried that the council members on other streets might start causing trouble.”

“There are police officers on the other streets. As a royal family, I welcome the opportunity to beat up commoner senators who have crossed the line and make gold out of them. Let the vigilantes run wild. You will soon see my face in Wyvernpit.”

Cornell let out a sigh.

"if."

"if?"

“Did you expect me to propose a bill like this?”

Valencian's inhuman golden eyes glowed.

“I don’t know.”

Cornell realized he wasn't going to answer.

He sometimes gave the impression of being not a person, but 'something' imitating a person.

I don't know if it's because of the bright yellow eyes or that languid, eerie smile.

“I came to ask you a favor, but we just met at the right time.”

“If you ask me?”

“Are you still hunting slimes in the sewers?”

“!”

A twitch appeared in Cornell's eyes.

Sereraji looked at Cornell in horror.

“Are you guys hunting that slime? That’s illegal… If you make a mistake and try to escape, you’ll get eaten right away?”

Cornell answered without looking Sereraji in the eye.

He was different from Valencian, who was known as a ‘know-it-all’.

It felt strangely uncomfortable to be telling this story to a mysterious wizard who seemed detached from the world.

“Yes, that’s right. It’s illegal. But once you get to the learning area, you can make money. Um… … It wasn’t popular in the past either. If you got caught, you were really dead. Now, I’m stopping it.”

Valencian laughed bitterly.

“The nucleus is over 10cm in diameter. There are thirty of them. I can help you.”

Cornell nodded.

I was uneasy and could not refuse Valencian's request.

“Yes. It’s not difficult.”

“I’m also planning to build a fish farm and a processing plant.”

Because when I listened to him, bread came out even while I was sleeping.

You can't live by bread alone, but you can live with bread.

Cornell said with a grin that suited his age.

“Investment is always welcome. Please tell me anything. If you want to invest in someone else’s name or issue bearer bonds, of course that is possible.”

Sereraji concentrated the electricity between his index and middle fingers and struck Valencianus' wrist.

“Little brother! What did you teach him!”

“The kid learned it on his own!”

“You call that talking?”

“Sister, who taught you how to support people in detail?”

“That’s… … not really.”

Sereraji flinched for a moment.

Valencian continued speaking, his face as if covered with ten layers of iron plates, smiling shamelessly.

“As a member of the National Assembly, you should be able to do this much. It’s a very natural thing for a member of the National Assembly to attract investment and public works to the district you were elected to. Well… … You might be able to get some conveniences in the process.”

Sereraji grabbed the back of his neck.

Cornell continued with a grin.

She had never met Sereraji properly, but she knew about the nightmare of gold that had been active in the casino about a year ago.

The fact that the royal family member was a magician with a talent that only appears once in hundreds of years, so he caught the emperor's eye again and entered the magic workshop.

“We will establish the farm and the processing plant together. I think it would be better to avoid the eyes of the church, so we will move it to the northern outskirts. We have some unsold land, and we will offer it at the development cost. What size do you have in mind?”

“Can you come and see it right now?”

Sereraji asked sharply.

Cornell nodded.

“Of course. If you could tell me in advance the size of your workshop and farm, your annual production target, and your investment funds, I think I can give you a more accurate estimate.”

Sereraji took out a note from inside his robe and held it out.

“The budget has been set at this level. And with this much imperial support, the total budget should be around this much.”

“!”

Cornell's mouth fell open.

“Mr. Coachman, I’ll take the carriage somewhere else! Please take it to the redevelopment site to the north!”

Sereraji continued speaking calmly.

“Oh, is it possible to purchase additional land? While we’re at it, I’d also like to have the initial processing of the magic scrolls and magic tool workshop done there. I’ve set aside about this much budget for the establishment of that workshop.”

The final magic circle had to be carved by hand, one by one, by the magician, but in the beginning, there was a process that required a lot of manual labor.

Slime farm, processing workshop, scroll 1st processing workshop, magic tool 1st processing workshop.

That was all jobs and investment in the local economy.

Cornell cried out in an ecstatic voice.

“Mr. Coachman! Please go faster!”

* * *

That was all I had to do.

With the genius wizard Sereraji and Cornell, now a redevelopment expert, they quickly came up with an estimate, commissioned a design drawing, and began constructing the building within a few days.

“Isn’t this a fly-by-night operation?”

“The design craftsman is part of my guild, and the brick factory is also run by my guild. Strictly speaking, it is not my guild, but since all the executives are followers of Amon and I am a priest, it is effectively my guild.”

“Good job.”

“Yes. Create jobs, crack down on petty criminals and gangsters who can’t forget their old habits, pass the screening for the first installation area of the new magic streetlights developed by His Majesty the Emperor, and give the redeveloped apartment complexes to married couples.”

"hmm."

“I’m going to stop those who try to fool around with the money coming in, gather old students who have drifted from the learning district and teach them how to read and write, and go to the church and beg them to send a priest. I think I’m doing well.”

It was true that I was doing well.

“Someday, when the people here can do it on their own, my authority will be reduced little by little.”

“You can never put it down? Power cannot be shared even between parents and children.”

“If I go out, won’t His Majesty come and cut off my neck?”

“!”

I was speechless.

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“That’s why I’m going to do it while keeping an eye on things. Unlike Your Majesty, my strength comes from support, not bloodline.”

He is a trustworthy guy.

I turned around and smiled.

I invested a handful of gold coins and received a generous portion of the brokerage fee.

When Sereraji starts earning real money, my pockets will also get fatter.

From then on, you will never be short of money again.

I should also order custom magic armor and spend a lot of expensive reagents.

So I let go and spent the whole week training with Tentia.

It was clear that my skills had improved, but it seemed that the gap between me and Sir Tentia had widened as he had grown stronger under the stimulation of Severic.

"majesty."

Then Rudy told me that there was a fire north of the slums.

I ran over there in a hurry and saw that the large workshop I was building had burned down.

Broken bricks were strewn everywhere.

Cornell fidgeted, and Sereraji clicked his tongue.

“It’s a fire lit by magic.”

I felt like I had to intervene again.