How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 126

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat, episode 126

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The height of the smokescreen was over 15 meters.

Blue lightning and red flames surged up to the ceiling.

The two deadly masses of elements that had been baring their fangs at each other scattered as if they had never existed as soon as the clear sound of the ground rang out twice.

Sereraji and Finelcia smiled as if they thought that they could do this much.

Dispel.

It was the most important factor in a one-on-one duel between wizards.

Contrary to popular belief, defense using magic was quite difficult.

“Fire Arrow.”

Finelcia fired six fire arrows with just her starting words.

Instead of reciting a spell on the ground, Sereraji struck his staff on the ground, and at the same time drew circles and complex formulas with his left hand, then made a strong pulling motion.

Flash, and then Paste.

Six flaming arrows melted into the air, and a hollow circle of electricity shot out from her left hand.

Finelcia also struck the ground with her staff to disperse the attack.

“With just a few people, it’s a 4th circle level magic. You are amazing, Your Majesty.”

Dispel again.

After exchanging blows twice, they circled each other and explored each other.

Most elementalists, whether they were pure force-wielding destroyers or beggars who struck down force fields and wore scale shields, had no defensive skills to speak of.

Wind barriers, contrary to their name, were not defensive techniques but rather offensive techniques, and earthen walls were too slow to build.

Considering that the station masters were so inefficient that even the destroyers would rather not use them as spells, the magicians were effectively defenseless without their magical tools and knights.

That is, the fighting method that most wizards practice.

The tactical doctrine of trusting in your knights and soldiers, holding out, and preparing strong magic, even if it takes a little more time, becomes useless during a duel.

“How about this, Your Majesty?”

Finelcia prepared to dispel with her staff and drew a water sign with her right hand.

The induction spell, 'Wings of Fire', was decorated with the modifier 'flames flying like birds'.

Three birds made of flame, about the size of a crow, flew into the sky.

The two of them circled left and right, aiming for Sereraji.

One still stood in the middle, waiting for Sereraji to use Dispel.

It's said that breaking something is easier than making something, but breaking them continuously was a task in itself, and the two were skilled enough to insert a magic spell into each other even at the slightest opportunity.

Sereraji smiled bashfully and clenched his fist in one breath.

Flash!

Three streams of electricity shot out like tree branches, and three fire birds fell to the ground at the same time and turned into smoke.

At that moment, Finelcia's red eyes flashed and she struck down her obsidian staff four times in succession.

Land! Land! Land! Land!

A hot blast of cutting power shot out in the form of a crescent-moon shaped red blade.

It was a fusion of wind magic and fire magic, the 'Blade of Fire'.

In Sereraji, the yellow and blue gold and silver waves flashed, and she struck down the yellow sapphire staff once.

earth!

A dispel of immense power scattered the mana in an instant, and the four blades disappeared as if they were evaporating.

It was an absurd growth considering that only half a year ago, he was dispelling with a long spell.

Finelcia tried to cast another spell, but she knew that if she was not careful, she might get hit in the middle of nowhere.

In Sereraji, it was breathtaking to dispel four spells from a wizard as powerful as Finelcia at once.

The two wizards faced each other again and circled the training ground, watching each other closely.

“… … .”

“!”

“!!”

Finelcia for a long time, Sereraji for a high density.

Both of them have experienced fights where they were not properly protected by the knights.

The two were able to activate Dispel continuously without being noticed, and were able to use magic with just a few moves without the opponent noticing their magic.

So their fight was one of the few duels between wizards worth watching.

Flash, and then Paste.

Hwarur, and Pasut.

Sparks and electricity flew and scattered without stopping.

Considering that most wizards would just go for it in a duel situation regardless of their circle, this was quite an impressive feat.

* * *

Sereraji smiled bitterly and activated Dispel.

'If this continues, it's clear that I'll lose.'

The amount of mana that went into dispel was more than the amount of mana that went into casting the spell.

That is, assuming that both sides have similar mana, if you attack nonstop, you can defeat the side that defends nonstop.

Moreover, the mana of Finelcia was more than that of Sereraji.

No matter how much of a genius she was, the amount of mana she had accumulated over time could not be surpassed overnight.

Lightning is fast, strong, and consumes a lot of mana.

Both Sereraji and Finelcia knew that.

I had a hard time dispelling the 'Fire Spear' that was flying towards me and immediately responded with a 'Lightning Arrow', but the 'Lightning Arrow' that I shot less than 0.1 seconds later did not have the same power as usual.

Finelcia easily dispelled her magic and launched her next attack.

“Your Majesty, I hope that cloak is fire resistant.”

A childlike voice and a cruel smile that wasn't.

In Sereraji, we learned what kind of seal Finelcia's right hand was making.

The magic that gave Finelcia her fame was the 'Flame Wave' that she had improved.

She has increased the effectiveness of the advanced magic that everyone has become accustomed to through its long use on the battlefield by 20%.

He became a thorn in the eye of his seniors who had been living off of flame magic tools and scrolls, and was attacked.

Although his flesh was completely burned away and he lost his legs, arms, and eyes, he eventually defeated his three seniors and survived to become a great figure.

Sereraji grew up hearing this story as a legend.

The legendary protagonist was not who she thought he was.

'Why are you so obsessed with worldly power? To the point of being hostile to me, a fellow magician.'

She looked into Finelcia's one remaining red eye.

His eyes were burning with passion and ambition for victory.

As if he couldn't think of anything else.

Suddenly, Sereraji looked into those eyes and thought of her half-brother Valencianus.

That must be why I can't hate him despite all the terrible things he did to me.

It was a job that got him out of the red-light district, but sometimes Valencianus looked at him like that too.

Beyond those worn-out yet clever eyes, there was a fiery desire in those inhuman yellow eyes.

He acted as if he could do anything for it.

'My emperor,' I sometimes said.

“Fire wave.”

A cruel warning was sounded in the voice of a child, and a long fan of flame shot out.

It was too strong a magic to be destroyed by Dispel.

Sereraji shouted the starting word with a distorted face.

“The arrival of the live broadcast.”

A combination of blood magic and lightning magic.

It was a magic that strengthened muscles with lightning.

Although the aftereffects were severe compared to acceleration using wind, the effect was equally good.

It seems like it was quite a popular magic, considering that it can still be used with just the starting word.

I haven't used it much since I left the ivory tower.

Taat, Sereraji dodged the 'Flame Wave' by jumping 10 meters away as if blinking.

Finelcia turned the flames around like a snake raising its head and twisted the end.

It was as if the 50m diameter smokescreen was going to be filled with flames.

At that time, Finelcia was smiling so magically.

As if he could do anything for this.

At that moment, Sereraji realized.

'I see.'

Just as a mountain has only one peak but can be climbed from anywhere and in any way, so too is the truth only one but there are many paths to reach it.

It was something I heard over and over again in the ivory tower, until my ears bled.

She liked lightning.

In fact, she was talented in most elemental magic, destructive magic, and all sorts of other strange magics, but she chose lightning.

Born into a precarious position as a member of the royal family with only a few older sisters and brothers, she lived a life where she did not know when or how she would die.

Was that why?

A single ray of light flashing through the darkness for a moment seemed so cool even at that young age.

I wanted to live like that.

Lightning flashes and disappears in an instant, but its flash remains in people's minds as a fearful and mysterious memory.

She, too, if she was destined to live long anyway, wanted to be a single ray of light that would be remembered in this world.

I think I know why my twin half-sister and I chose fire.

Sereraji's truth is in the moment, but theirs is in the process.

Just as she lived for those brief moments when she flashed and shined, they lived for those moments when they burned brightly for something.

Those who can only survive by longing for something, whether it be money, power, strength, or the trust of their twin brother or sister.

Lightning only has to shine, but fire has to burn.

'You understand, right?'

What she wanted to be was not fire, but lightning.

In a split second, Sereraji's mind accelerated several times.

* * *

'You can't use verbs right now.'

Even when she was focused, casting took minutes, and now she was fighting in 0.1-second increments.

'Any magic will definitely be dispelled reflexively.'

Either press down with firepower from afar or push forward with speed from up close.

This time, she chose the latter.

Let's be a flash.

Sereraji recalled her master's magic.

Gestarte, who ran across the sky with her body transformed into red lightning.

How could one not admire her, who was literally a bolt from the blue?

In Sereraji, I tried to recreate the magic of which I don't even know how many circles it was, just by memory.

“You are quick, Your Majesty!”

First, I flew to the 'Life and Death Forest' as much as possible to avoid being caught in the flames of Finalcia.

Even if there was a fire-proof spell, the robe might burn if it touched that flame.

Now the flames were almost filling the entire smokehouse.

My half-brother was nowhere to be seen buried.

There was no time.

Calling down lightning to Sereraji was like breathing.

It was a completely different thing for the body to follow the lightning.

That's what I was thinking.

'Study of the old.'

Materialization of the immaterial and dematerialization of the material.

If you reverse the formula for creating a body using mana, that means your body will follow the lightning.

Sereraji wrote down the recipe in his head.

I thought I heard a rustling sound.

'I guess I should use 'Jeonggwangchang' as my basic technique and cover it with research on materialization of immaterial things. It would be better to just do the tuning by feeling.'

With that tuning alone, three books of grimoires would have come out.

Brilliant talent, relentless effort, and passion that became daily life achieved a miraculous feat.

Wizards hate miracles they can't reproduce.

At the very end, Sereraji thought.

'I'll regret tomorrow that I didn't leave it to my current heated mood, intuition, and talent, and that I should have at least memorized the general formula.'

Become a flash of yourself and leave a lasting impression on the memory.

'Not bad, right?'

Her body turned yellow.

The current that surged from my heart was absorbed into my arms, legs, and forehead, and then burst out again to cover my entire body.

“Jeonggwangchang-.”

Sereraji shouted out the starting words with a slightly slurred pronunciation.

Flash!

Cereraji, who had been trapped in the flames and cornered, turned into a yellow beam of light and struck Finelcia, crossing the smokescreen.

Several times faster than the blink of an eye.

"majesty?"

Finelcia muttered in a questioning voice.

For a moment, the control of Mana left her hands, and the flames that had filled the smoke tower, 50 meters in diameter and 15 meters high, scattered as if it were a lie.

Click, Finalcia realized she was falling to the floor only after hearing the sound of her prosthetic leg snapping.

'What kind of magic is this…?'

If we live a life with the same talents and the same desires.

The only thing I could dig deeper into was the one thing I longed for.

At a time when she wanted money and worldly power, Sereraji only wanted magic.

'It was only natural that I was pushed out.'

* * *

A few days later, in a carriage returning from an inspection of the old slum workshop construction site.

“Are you okay?”

Sereraji asked with a sarcastic smile.

“It’s okay, I have nothing to do. I haven’t lost anything. I also received plenty of gold from Master Finelcia and Senator Marcus.”

Valencian shrugged and nodded.

The old slum was receiving a lot of investment, and Cornell had to prove that the fire was not caused by the negligence of the local workers and construction crews.

That way, other investors will remain.

Valencian has once again sold my name.

The complicated intertwining of Cornell, Marcus, Celerazie, and Finelcia was not worth revealing.

In the end, leveraging his notoriety proved to be the most effective way to do it this time.

“Whether you cry or laugh, if you have to do it, you have to do it.”

It was rumored that he had tried to destroy the workshop due to his jealousy of Sererazie, and that after a fierce duel, Sererazie had half killed Valencianus.

After a long time, news that would make people feel refreshed was heard, and the eyes of many wealthy people and local lords lit up at the news that a workshop was being built for Sereraji, who had accomplished such a feat.

“Besides, I still have a stake. If your magic tools sell well, my pockets will get fatter too.”

Sereraji looked at her half-brother.

He was smiling as if he really didn't care about what the world thought.

It seemed like it didn't matter that my name fell to the ground.

“Let’s go buy magic tools with the money we received. I don’t know much about it, so you should go with me tomorrow.”

“Don’t you have hands or feet? Can’t you just go by yourself?”

“The royal family member who recently knocked out an old wizard with no hands, feet, or eyes says this.”

“Why are you saying that? Are you trying to make me into a loser like you?”

Sereraji answered like that and smiled bashfully.

She didn't know how to read minds, but she could tell that Valencian was trying to laugh.

Then Valencian also laughed along.

For a brief moment, that slyness seemed to have disappeared.