How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 129

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat Episode 129

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In a room that was as flashy as it was vulgar, two people faced each other with expressions on their faces as if they wanted to kill each other.

“I just regret not being able to behead you back then. Tax evasion, murder for hire, drug trafficking. I caught them all, so how did you get away with it?”

“If you’re going to be so strict, how are you going to take responsibility for your subordinates’ old age? Take care of it when you give it to them!”

“Don’t get me wrong. I’m taking good care of you. I’m just on guard against what you might do.”

A slender woman wearing a red fox mask and a black suit, and a giant-like man wearing black full-body plate armor.

The red-light district's ruler, Red Mask, had a knack for revealing that he was wearing a mask but had a discontented expression on his face.

Sir Barbatos, the commander of the 'Black Iron' Knights and a knight who held the Chief of Police under his command, shook his head with a look of regret at not being able to send the Red Mask to Wyvernpit right away.

“What are you doing here?”

Sir Barbatos looked at me and sighed deeply.

“The sound of greetings to Your Majesty has been heard from here. I am deeply concerned about the future of the empire, seeing that Your Majesty easily enters and exits this filthy pit of evil.”

He was a knight among knights who was so loyal to the royal family that he was called 'the tyrant's hammer' before his return, and he is still as loyal now as he was then.

The red mask looked at me and let out a gasp.

“VIP! Please save me. Sir Barbatos is bringing up something that was clearly concluded as not guilty.”

“If you say you are innocent, the goddess of justice will laugh at you.”

Only then did I understand the situation.

Sir Barbatos, as the commander of the 'Black Iron' Knights, was under the command of the Chief Inspector General and was in overall command of the operation to crack down on the red-light district.

In his eyes, the red-light district manager was clearly the same guy, and somehow he was the only one who survived without being caught.

It's ridiculous to think that only she is innocent, so it only seems like a great evil that knew about the suppression operation and destroyed all evidence such as drugs, contract killings, and suspicious relics.

It must be so absurd and frustrating to have to help her in this situation.

But, much to his regret, it was I who told him about the operation.

In exchange for giving the Red Mask power and information, I gave him the responsibility to clean up the red-light district, which would eventually become corrupt and rotten again at any time.

So, today I was on the red side here.

“Sir Barbatos. As a righteous knight and the superior of the Chief Constable, do you not trust the judgment of the judges and the chief constables?”

Sir Barbatos looked as if he had been hit hard on the back of the head.

He trembled as if he wanted to grab me right now and drag me in front of Jaylilith.

The red mask approached me with a mocking gait and shrugged his shoulders.

Sir Barbatos narrowed his eyes.

“Is it she who has filled Your Majesty’s pockets with gold and silver coins?”

A genuine murderous spirit flowed into the room.

If Jaylilith's killing intent was sharp as a razor blade, Barbatos's killing intent was heavy as a rock.

The red mask could not handle the mana, and for a moment her legs gave out and she fell to the floor.

All I could do was hold out while sobbing.

“Manager!”

The guards came rushing in, but seeing the situation inside the room, they did not dare to enter.

Barbatos was a knight who ran into the Sword Master's wall.

If this building suddenly collapsed, he would be the one who would hold the ceiling with one hand and support me with the other to get me out.

Since he was always leaking life-threatening messages, no one, even if he was a former mercenary, would dare approach him.

At that moment, living like a lie was over.

* * *

Sir Barbatos' face distorted.

It wasn't him who took it, it was someone who pushed it away.

“Sir Barbatos. Even if you are the manager of the red-light district, it doesn’t look good for a knight to threaten a woman.”

A familiar voice entered the room.

He wore a black monk's hood and a dangling necklace inscribed with a spell to diminish perception.

“Yes.”

Sir Barbatos showed a rare look of intimidation.

He was a loyal knight and a faithful believer.

The owner of the voice took off his hood.

Tall, with black curly hair and black eyes, a cold expression as if carved from marble, and a stigmata engraved on his forehead.

The condemned to be burned at the stake, the hammer of a god filled with indignation.

It was the black saint, Mateos, who performed miracles.

“Besides, she has accumulated virtue through her large donations, so she should not be threatened. If she is guilty… … .”

He reached out with one hand and lifted the red mask.

The red mask blushed even more when he saw the deep eyes, thick eyebrows and nose.

“We must burn him quickly and painlessly.”

"yes?!"

“Saint?!”

The red mask and I were both embarrassed at the same time.

Aside from the fact that burning at the stake is a very long and painful execution method, I don't understand why it suddenly came out like that.

Matthew performed a miracle apparently based on mercy on a rainy night in the Altenberg monastery.

Of course I thought it would be more harmful than before the regression.

No, listening to you talk, I don't know if this is harmful.

Back then I burned it while getting angry, but now I burn it while smiling.

“I knew that tobacco was a trade monopoly of the church, which everyone in the world knew, and that the red-light district was involved in smuggling. If you, as a casino manager, don’t know what’s going on in the red-light district, you’re either incompetent or lying.”

ah.

“I have come to address the issue of the invaders and His Majesty the Emperor’s official letter, but I find it difficult to welcome you as the manager.”

As a saint, I can only say that.

“It was the compassion of a man named Mateos that raised you from the dead, but I am a saint who sits at the top of the church organization. And the red-light district is a place where the eight deadly sins designated by the church overflow. I would like to purify them all with fire.”

If that happens, the guys who come here will each commit the eight deadly sins on the street!

These words came out of my throat and then went back in.

I think it would be better to calm down first.

I said, stepping in between Mateos and the Red Mask urgently.

“Saint, did you get home safely then?”

“Ah. Archduke Valen.”

He changed his attitude again and gave people that lovely, gentle smile.

It seemed like he was a little scared.

“Yes. Bishop Hong of Argos asked me to convey his regards to the Grand Duke. He also asked me to attend the coronation ceremony.”

“Ah. The coronation ceremony. Yes. I absolutely must go. I am just grateful that you invited me.”

Jaylilith requested that the appointment of the Pope coincide with the oath of allegiance.

The idea was to maximize the number of reasons local lords would have to come up.

Fortunately, the church granted the request with only a small donation.

“But Saint, unlike the other managers of the red-light district, Jeokgamyeon lives a very faithful and conscientious life.”

Mateos shook his head with a cold look in his eyes.

Even though it was me who said this, I couldn't seem to listen to such nonsense.

“Gwangmyeong Church prohibits gambling.”

The red mask was the casino manager.

I added a word urgently.

“He said that he had suffered a mild stroke some time ago, but after receiving treatment from a priest, he regained his spirit.”

“The casino manager changed his mind… … .”

“I plan to properly pay the tithe.”

I knew that no matter how ridiculous something was, if you offered money, trust would be built.

It was a very unfortunate thing, but if the Archduke did not understand this, the country would be in trouble.

This is because when these types of problems arise, we cannot put ourselves in their shoes and deal with them.

"yes!?"

"yes?!"

A twitch occurred in the eyes of both the saint and the red mask.

If casinos paid a proper tithe, it would be a huge amount.

As a seminarian and volunteer, Mateos would know how much relief work could be done with that money.

He blinked a few times and spoke in a gentle voice, as if he were giving blessings to nobles at a charity event.

“Oh, dear. I hope your sister doesn’t suffer any aftereffects.”

Before I knew it, I was calling her sister.

It almost seemed like he had a split personality.

“I felt as if I had been washed after seeing the saint and hearing his jade sound.”

The red mask also answered politely.

She whispered in my ear so quietly that I couldn't hear her properly.

“VIP. If you just declare something like that… …!”

I answered in a similar tone.

“Isn’t ‘Hope’ going to close soon anyway?”

“!”

“I thought I was doing a good deed and gave it to you properly once or twice. When will I ever get the chance to rub it against a saint?”

“… … Saint.”

Sir Barbatos was astonished to see the saint change his attitude.

I thought I saw a moment when his faith wavered in his eyes.

Okay, now the story will proceed.

Sadly, people have to be shaken up before they listen to others.

I'm sorry for what I did to Sir Barbatos.

But he's the one who hates me, and anyway, the Red Mask will pay the tithe.

The church will use it to feed bread to orphans and teach them how to read and write.

Originally, it was said that even if you hate the rich, you shouldn't hate money… Is that right?

I clapped my hands and opened my mouth cheerfully.

“Okay. Let’s listen. We need to know where these guys are coming from in order to catch them, right?”

Barbatos may hate me, but he will not hate the Imperial Family, and the Saint and the Red Mask have found a compromise.

Everything went well.

Now I can get to work.

* * *

The saint, the archduke, and the knight commander sat down one after another on a long sofa, and in front of them the casino manager hung up a portable blackboard and a map and began to explain.

“We plan to smuggle it in via the canal next Wednesday. We will fill a barrel filled with flour with tobacco wrapped in paper.”

“You must have been clever in trying to make it so that it doesn’t smell like cigarette but doesn’t allow the cigarette smell to seep in.”

Barbatos' eyes lit up.

“After the tobacco is transported to the flour wholesalers, the trade takes place in the back streets of the market. Each middleman comes and buys the tobacco from the smugglers, and then passes it on to the traders he manages.”

“Do the invaders come in via the same route?”

This time the saint asked.

“Yes, but they won’t get off the ship. They just need to make sure that the tobacco gets to the market.”

“We need a way to pull it out.”

Mateos frowned, and Valencian smiled as if it were not difficult.

“You can at least make an excuse that the items aren’t separated. Or you can pretend that it’s already been eroded and tell them that another internal collaborator wants to see it.”

"yes?"

“When I first met you, I made you smell that cigarette, and it was clearly intended to corrode you. If it weren’t for the purification of the church, you would be having some strange thoughts by now.”

“Yes.”

“I’ll pretend to be another Encroacher you met in the capital.”

Valencian said confidently.

“The energy is different… … Huh?”

Red Mask and Barbatos flinched at the strange aura.

Valencian had his golden eyes slanted vertically like a dragon's.

It was a little different from the eroder, but it was definitely an inhuman aura.

“At this point, I would believe it to be the energy of an eroder who serves other old things.”

Barbatos looked at the map carefully, then stood up and pointed at several places with his finger.

“Your Majesty Valen. Leave the closing of the gates and the siege of the scene to me.”

The places he pointed to were the city's bloodlines, where one man could hold off five men and three men could surround ten.

Although it was hard to imagine him from his fierce appearance, he was a knight whose wisdom was as great as his swordsmanship.

“I’ll take this opportunity to feed all those middlemen to the wyverns.”

“Don’t worry, Encroachers. I will be there, with the Paladins and Warrior Priests. I will show you that even the darkest shadows melt away in the face of light.”

A common enemy always unites the people internally.

The Black Saint, the Archduke of Mann, the Captain of the Black Iron Knights, and the casino manager put their heads together to figure things out.

* * *

It was Monday evening.

Valencian met Red Mask in a VIP room in the red-light district.

The red mask delivered the good news in a refined voice without hesitation.

“They say they really want to meet the VIP from that side. They said they’d like to disembark.”

“Good.”

Valencian's reply was unusually brief.

But the red mask waited without any questions about it.

She already knew how to bide her time and not miss the moment.

Valencianus was soon her time, and the fact that he was before her was an opportunity.

Valencian smiled faintly, as if he liked the red mask's reaction.

“If we get rid of all the middlemen this time, someone else will fill their positions.”

The red mask answered in a refined voice.

“Yes. Isn’t that how this world is? Those who value money over conscience are endlessly replenished.”

“If all those guys end up doing that, wouldn’t it be better to have someone who fears the royal family even a little bit take charge? What do you think?”

“If you leave it to me, I will manage it well so that no strange cigarettes are made. If VIP helps, I plan to transfer some of the quantity to the church.”

And then, with a sigh, the red mask said the most important thing.

“I won’t take care of it myself, I’ll send another child.”

Valencian smiled with satisfaction.

The Red Mask remembered his warning.

A warning not to get too big.

“Yeah. Good idea.”

Tonight he made another secret pact.

As long as there are people looking for smuggled tobacco, there will be people selling it.

Since we can't just kill them all, someone has to keep them within reasonable limits.

“Starting next month, the amount of our token of appreciation will be so large that we will be sending it by carriage at night.”

“Okay. I’ll tell the guards at the side door.”

It was too petty for a tyrant to do, and too risky for an ordinary member of the royal family to do.

It would have been perfect for a tyrant like Hwang Hyung, who was known for all kinds of notoriety and strange and outrageous rumors.

“There are two days left.”

“Yes, that’s right.”