How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 123

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat Episode 123

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Valencian looked up at the six-story building before his eyes.

It was a good building, built with large bricks and neatly plastered.

“You’re a wizard, Sister. There’s no way you can fight inside that narrow passage.”

“So, should we set fire to it?”

Serena and Jin both expressed their discomfort at his groundbreaking remarks.

“We can’t just burn it all down. The owner of the building who commissioned the student council to do this is also a noble of the court.”

Valencian shook his head.

“Don’t they need to breathe too? First, I’ll open the main entrance and continue to send smoke up. Since it’s not like we’re creating air without purification magic, they’ll all crawl out on their own soon. Then, Sister, you’ll shock them with electricity, and Jin, you’ll catch them and hand them over to each academy.”

Jin nodded.

The power to punish students rested with each academy's dean.

Originally, the Capital Academy was a place where only the children of great nobles would come, and naturally, they were from great families that would even start a civil war if one of them was defeated.

So, whatever accidents they had, they had to be covered up within the academy.

Now that tradition has faded and even the common people of some means have come to visit, but the privilege still remains for the students of the Academy.

That was also the reason why Old Scholar members were taking long-term leave rather than dropping out.

No matter what you do, as long as you avoid being expelled, that's fine, and if you do get expelled, you can just go to another academy.

If you go and grit your teeth and show some skill in the fights between the Academy students, you can become a hero at that Academy again.

'Those guys were real experts in melee combat. They were all conscripted and put to good use in street fighting.'

Valencian finished his long incantation, briefly recalling his memories from before his return.

“A thick, spreading flame.”

It was a fire-based magic called 'Gray Tears' that produced so much smoke that it could be used as a smokescreen against wyvern bombardments.

It is said that because it was a failed fire magic that only produced smoke and no flames, it was improved into a magic that produced smoke.

A fireball the size of three fists swirled in the air, and soon a thick cloud of gray smoke began to rise.

“Let’s get started.”

Jin cast wind magic to control all the rising smoke.

Sereraji nodded cautiously, and Valencian approached the building's main door and grabbed the doorknob.

He felt like he was under a security spell, but he trusted his body.

Crunch!

The moment he grabbed the doorknob, it popped out like a mimic and bit his hand.

It was a force strong enough to break bones, but the doorknob turned red and even sent an electric shock.

Cheeeeek!

Crackle! Crackle!

These were attacks that would have been useless to Valencian.

He lightly flicked his wrist, ripped off the doorknob, and opened the front door.

“These days, kids are hot.”

It was a time of confusion, but also a time of romance.

'I should draft all the kids who get expelled and send them to Helena's service. She'll be the one to rule them all day long once she has her own subordinates.'

Wheeing!

Jin blew smoke into the open door.

Valencian stepped into the cave-like building, the smoke surrounding him like a halo.

The notification magic sound rang loudly.

“Come out! If you don’t come out, we’ll invade!”

The stairs were on either side of the building's hallway, and he took the stairs on the right.

“What is this?”

“Clang, clang! Hey! I think there’s a fire?”

“Can’t you hear the magic alarm? Who’s coming?”

“Get up, you idiots!”

Students on leave, enjoying yesterday's hangover and the start of a new year, rushed out one by one, slamming the door open.

They immediately regretted it, as the hallway was so filled with smoke that they could not see clearly.

"what?"

“fu*k!”

“I can’t see ahead!”

With a whoosh, smoke rushed into the room.

“Coolook, coolook.”

The window in the room was so small that only a face could be seen through it.

They had no choice but to open the relatively large hallway window or head for the stairs to get out of the building.

“Yeah. It’s crawling out.”

Waiting for them there was the capital's most famous rascal, Valencianus.

* * *

“Why, why?”

“Why are you stopping? You crazy bastard.”

“No… … Here. Your Highness the Grand Duke.”

“I’m still hungover… … Ugh!”

“That guy, that guy tried to assassinate the Northern Duke!”

They were well versed in gossip, even the most recent additions to notoriety.

Valencian, with his blond hair and white uniform, ascended the stairs, his smoke cloak draped over him like a messenger's mantle.

A pair of golden eyes flashing in the smoke gave off a dangerous, inhuman aura.

The students on leave looked at each other for a moment and thought about it.

“Yesterday in the slums… … that fire wizard.”

“… … It’s done.”

“Eww!”

One of the students on leave, whose eyes had rolled back, immediately casted 'Lightning Arrow'.

It was the speed and skill of a skilled student.

“That’s how it should be.”

Valencian smiled and pulled out his sword, 'Heukru', made of black iron.

The golden, brilliant mana blade glowed once, and the 'lightning arrow' bounced off.

'Good. Well made.'

If you make it out of scrap metal, mana doesn't flow well.

A good sword would have to have a feeling of mana sticking to it and seeping into it, and the 'Black Sword' was definitely a step above the standard knight sword.

The student on leave who had been casting Lightning Arrow tried to recite the spell again, but he quickly ran up the stairs.

“Stop it!”

"shit!"

“Please cast some body strengthening spells!”

A barrage of magically enhanced kicks came at him, but he was not fazed at all and used the egg-sized chunk of iron hanging from the bottom of the 'Black Tower' handle.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The legs that had been struck below the knees, above the knees, or at the shins trembled, and Valencianus grabbed them by the ankles and quickly dragged them down the stairs.

Bang bang bang! Bang bang!

The thugs on leave rolled down the wooden stairs and fell to the lower floor.

“There are more of us, and there’s nowhere to run. Just shoot the spell at the end of the hallway!”

They were also experts in melee combat.

As soon as the initial confusion over the arrival of the royal family subsided, they regained their composure and began to move as an organization.

Students on leave camped out in the hallways and chanted.

Wedge!

Wedge!

'Fire Arrow', 'Wind Fist', 'Shock Lightning', and the foot-binding 'Swamp' flew in.

Since there were many black magicians, curses like ‘Shadow Binding’, ‘Conjunctivitis’, ‘Wisp of Fire’, ‘Tinnitus’, ‘Hallucination’, ‘Red Hives’, and ‘Phantom Pain’ were often seen.

There were so many rare destroyers, including the 'Spear of Power', 'Blade of Flame', and 'Pyroblast Shotgun'.

Yellow, blue, red, and purple rays of light flew in.

Valencian went forward with a white smile.

Fish food!

Cheeeeek!

Colorful spells hit his body and scattered.

Thud, thud!

“What, what is it?”

“fu*k!”

Even a slightly stronger spell would only make him pause for a moment.

He was the one who withstood even the spell cast by the genius wizard Sererajie.

No matter how hard he tried, the unemployed thugs couldn't overcome his magic resistance.

A few quick-witted ones tried to tie them down with earth spells, or threw additional spells, or drew their daggers.

These were all things that Valencian had experienced over the past 40 years or so.

“Okay. Let’s play.”

He jumped up and dodged the earth spell.

Several men wielding daggers rushed at me from the front and back.

The guys upstairs and downstairs came down the stairs.

They placed a physical strengthening spell on their body and an electric enchantment spell on their dagger.

In response, Valencianus immediately opened the iron door.

“Ahh!”

Suddenly, the guy who kicked the door with his shin rolled on the hallway floor, and the guy who was hiding in the room and about to jump out was startled and flustered.

He grabbed the bastard by the collar with his hot hands, threw him at his comrades, and struck their heads with the 'black hammer' that he had laid down.

“Ahh!”

“Stab!”

“The knife won’t stick?”

He broke the dagger made of shit iron with his scaly hands.

“Crazy! You broke a sword with your bare hands?”

Step on the instep and hit the chin with the elbow.

“No!”

I used my wind shoes to adjust the output and kicked them mercilessly between their legs.

“Let’s all work together!”

“A flame that blooms while swaying.”

If it seemed like there were too many people, I would boldly throw them away.

Boom!

The Old Scholars who had been lined up in the rear ranks chanted an order in a hurry.

“Flame, take hold of my hand… … .”

“Oh, wind!”

“Blooming while swaying… … .”

But when you're in a hurry, you're bound to make mistakes.

It wasn't easy to keep my composure while watching my colleagues being destroyed right before my eyes.

Moreover, the smoke was getting thicker and thicker.

“Wind, Keluk! Kolok!”

“Eyes are bleary. Knock knock! Achoo!”

“I put a curse on you… …! Knock knock!”

Valencian, who had been praised for his bravery, was virtually immune to fire and smoke, but the Old Scholastics were not.

“I can’t stand it!”

“Ahh!”

They all opened the hallway windows without exception and coughed for some fresh air.

Valencian gave them a pat on the back every once in a while.

“Ahhhh!”

Boom, boom, thud!

From the third floor, Old Scholar members fell like rain.

There were also many who ran straight to the first floor without even fighting.

Sereraji slammed his staff on the ground and laughed bitterly.

“As expected, it’s my little brother. In a fight like this, no one can stand a chance.”

Flash!

Jin said as he tied up the fallen members of the organization.

“Is that a compliment?”

“If you hear it as a compliment, it is a compliment. If you hear it as an insult, it is an insult.”

Jin thought as he looked at the long hair, the sad smile floating in the gold and silver waves, and the face whose inner thoughts were unknown.

I think the two really look alike.

* * *

A notorious gang of students on leave.

'Old Scholar' has been officially suppressed.

Jin called the student council members and sent most of them to their respective academies, while the court nobles who commissioned the work donated some money to the student council and more money to Jin himself.

The building had its doors open to let out smoke, and Valencianus went from room to room, collecting anything of value.

“Sister. Isn’t this a reagent?”

“High-quality sulfur and thunderbird feathers. They are quite good. You have done a good job. Give them to me.”

“It’s a purse. I thought it would be here.”

“As expected, you’re the same money grubber. Your thinking is the same.”

“Noble wizard? But why are you holding your palm out here?”

“Ahem. … … Hmm. This is okay.”

Meanwhile, I found a few decent fire magic books in Sereraji.

“How good is it?”

It wasn't an extremely rare book, but it wasn't an officially published textbook-like book of magic either.

“It’s a magical book that you would want to read at the Academy level. It’s practical and practical.”

Valencianus searched the room thoroughly and confiscated almost all the purses.

Sometimes, more than one person would come out of a room, so the search was even more thorough.

Jin was sticking his tongue out.

“Okay. Half is yours. Go have dinner with your illegitimate children.”

A smile like spring flowers immediately appeared on his face.

"thank you."

“Yes. Now that you’ve become the president, you know. The kids who follow your orders under you are the ones you have to feed.”

Valencian laughed like an old man at that laughter.

For a moment, Jin saw in him the shadow of an old professor of swordsmanship who was said to be a knight.

"what's the matter?"

Valencian asked, languidly but coolly.

Golden eyes flashed dangerously.

Jin answered, shaking off his tension.

“Your Majesty, didn’t you come here to arrest these guys, but to hear an answer to something?”

"yes."

“But those five, no, all six of them are not saying anything?”

Six wizards who looked like they had been seen somewhere were kneeling on the first floor.

Sereraji and Valencian looked at each other for a moment at Jin's question, then smiled as if it didn't matter.

A sharp-tongued wizard from Yeodong wearing a blue cone-shaped hat and a golden-eyed rascal with platinum-blond hair slicked back.

The step-siblings sitting with their backs to the large hallway window looked quite beautiful as the sky turned orange.

“You speak, little brother.”

“Yeah, Jin. Aren’t there a lot of potion workshops on this street?”

Although it is commonly called the Learning District, it is actually the size of several districts combined in terms of congressional districts.

“Yes, that’s right.”

“There will be a member of parliament among those owners.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Can you call me?”

Jin nodded without hesitation.

In a constituency where the Academy student vote was the most important, a student council president with both popularity and force had more than enough power to call up a representative.

“Yes. May I tell Senator Marcus that His Highness the Archduke of Valencian wishes to meet you?”

Valencian shook his head.

“No. Tell Sereraji that the Grand Duke wants to meet you. That way he’ll understand. Call him to the coffee house in front. Thank you for your hard work today.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Jin knew the moment to get out.

He swept away the scene, his blue eyes sparkling, spurring on the student council's illegitimate children and dragging six thugs with him.

* * *

“You’re here.”

"okay."

A man and a girl entered a coffee house.

It was Marcus, a bourgeois member of parliament with a bear-like build, wearing a fancy suit, and a thick beard.

He was bowing down to a girl who was, incongruously, half his height.

A great wizard with dull white hair, red eyes, and coffee-brown skin.

Finalcia.