How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 136

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat, episode 136

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A maid's ordinary day started early.

Rudy opened his eyes in the dim, still-dark air of dawn.

Tuesday morning came.

I stretched my arms up, turned my bent knees to each side to relax my back, stood up, and meditated for about 20 minutes.

“It’s unusually refreshing today.”

She took off her luxurious pajamas made of thin silk.

Originally, she wore a one-piece dress made of cotton, but Valencianus added an extra zero to the end of her original salary and distributed bonuses in 'pockets', which enabled her to afford such luxuries.

She wore a tight white blouse, over which she fastened a harness made of black leather straps.

The harness was a type that tightened the body by crossing straps from the shoulders to the thighs, and the straps on the waist doubled as a belt that could hold twenty-four bullets.

He carries two magic daggers called ‘Saengdong’ whose blades can expand and contract, and one six-shot magic gun called ‘Agate’.

Originally, the two guns were a pair, but one of them cracked during a fight with the eroders a few days ago and was taken to Sereraji's workshop.

'I'll do my best, but I can't guarantee anything. These are very old magics and there are many overlapping magic circles, so even if I knew how to fix them, it would be difficult.'

'Is it really the kind of thing that a sister would say?'

'I hate to admit it, but I can barely make bullets.'

It was a little disappointing to think that I had lost a weapon that I had been familiar with, but I felt somewhat gloomy when I thought that it was the gift that Valencian had given me.

Rudy chuckled for a moment.

She was born into the fallen nobility of the capital, was banished to the palace at a young age, and served hundreds of generations of the imperial family.

I thought I would work quietly all my life, marry a suitable man, and grow old appropriately.

The twin sister of the emperor she served became the infamous kinslayer emperor, and the emperor she served became a great scoundrel.

She, who thought she would live quietly and silently, became a famous duelist on the market street, became the caretaker of a palace in her twenties, and became a mana user who could manipulate mana within her body, and was scheduled to spar with a knight today as well.

'Duelist, Mana User, Palace Manager. Somehow the last one sounds the most realistic and simple.'

Originally, becoming the manager of a palace was a huge undertaking.

Because it was the highest position a servant could reach.

The chief chamberlain, who was the caretaker of the main palace where Jaylilith lived, was a count, and belonged to a family that had served the imperial family for generations.

But at the age of just 21, Rudy became the caretaker of a palace handling a huge budget.

The fact that it sounded so simple and realistic showed how deeply she was immersed in the extraordinary world.

She wore a crisp black one-piece dress over a blouse, the frilly shoulder straps covering the harness straps.

He wore a crimson tie and his brown hair was neatly tied up.

With the addition of the four-point glasses, the grooming of 'Maid Rudy' was complete.

If I ever go out with Valencianus, I wear leather armor with the Stone Skin spell underneath my harness, but today was not one of those days.

She left the room without making a sound.

Although she did not have a strong presence to begin with, her footsteps became more secretive and quiet as she sparred with knights and dueled with servants from other families.

“I’m here, maid.”

“Welcome.”

She went to the back door and opened it.

The servants, maids, and cooks came to work one by one.

The sun had not yet fully risen.

“Today is the delivery date. Please check the quantity and sign.”

The merchant who supplied food and other items to the palace smiled kindly.

Valencianus's luxuries and luxury items were handled directly by Ludi, but things like firewood, flour, and large furniture were supplied through him.

Rudy counted the numbers carefully and then signed.

Rather than her personally giving the gold coins, the merchant would go to the main palace, show her signature, and receive payment within the budget allocated to each palace in advance.

The maid prepared warm water for washing, the servant put wood in the fireplace to remove moisture, and the cook began preparing breakfast.

* * *

“Here it is.”

"thank you."

“Leave it to us.”

“I do it because I like it. Besides, you guys are still afraid of him.”

Rudy took a drink of water and a silver washbasin from the maid and went up to the second floor.

The maid opened the door and went back downstairs.

Originally, serving the morning market was not something she would do directly as the manager.

But the servants and maids were also afraid of coming face to face with the capital's notorious scoundrel.

The energy that Valencian unconsciously shed while sleeping became so strong that it was difficult for ordinary people to look straight at it.

She also had an attachment to the work she had been doing since she was young, and she was still doing it.

Rudy placed the cup and basin on the bedside table, opened the curtains, and opened the window.

It was better to get Valencian to wake up on his own rather than trying to wake him up with a voice or by shaking him.

Valencian tossed and turned slightly as the morning sunlight and fresh air entered the room.

Rudy looked at the face and thought.

'They say you look like an angel when you sleep.'

Normally, he would pull his hair back to reveal his forehead, giving him an arrogant yet light-hearted look, but now his platinum blonde hair was covering his forehead and swaying between his eyebrows.

The golden eyes that the world said were inhuman were hidden under the eyelids, and the cheeks that had become pale since he started acting like a bum had a reddish glow when he slept.

As befitting the emperor's twin with perfect sculptural beauty, he had a very handsome appearance.

He had deep eyes and a distinct nose and eyebrows, making him an unforgettable sight once you saw him.

In the past year, he had grown a lot in height and his shoulders had broadened, so he now looked more like a young man than a boy.

Soon he slowly opened his eyes.

The sight of light entering her golden eyes was like a sunrise.

“Are you awake? Would you like to close your eyes a little longer?”

Valencian shook his head.

“No. I have to get up now. My vacation ends today.”

He stretched and leaned his back against the head of the bed.

As he slowly tried to raise his hand, Rudy immediately held out warm water.

"thank you."

The Grand Duke's day always began with his maid.

Just as the servants could not show the Grand Duke a messy house, the Grand Duke could not show his servants an untidy appearance.

Valencianus washed his face with Rudi's help and put on his white uniform.

Rudy was at his best back then.

The current Valencian was the Valencian she knew, the Valencian only she knew.

Looking at the brilliant platinum hair flowing down to his well-shaped forehead and eyebrows, one could almost doubt whether he was the scoundrel who had kidnapped the saint and made a backroom deal with the red-light district manager.

But the moment he stood in front of the mirror, taking a deep breath as if he were conscious of it, and ran the perfume through his hair, he transformed from the angel three years younger than her that she had known into the notorious scoundrel Archduke of the capital.

The golden eyes that once sparkled with affection became inhuman, the pulled-in chin became arrogant and intimidating, and the slicked-back hair gave off a frivolous yet indifferent vibe.

Her once rosy cheeks have now become sallow and pale, and her once gentle eyes have become sharp and worn-out.

I don't know if it's the right metaphor, but whenever Rudy saw that sight, he was reminded of fairy tales like 'Beauty and the Beast' or 'The Cursed 000'.

It's a story about how you can return to your original form only at a certain moment.

If that's the story, then he's a prince cursed to only be able to return to his original form when he sleeps.

Since I will never know my true self, I don't even know that I am cursed.

He is such a pitiful protagonist.

“I’ll be back. Will you pray for my safe return today?”

“I will pray to His Majesty the Emperor. The God of Light will not listen to the prayers of Valen, who kidnapped the saint.”

“Well… … He may not listen to my prayers, but he will definitely listen to your prayers for a guy like that. You’ve heard stories like that before.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The younger brother, who was a church knight, had a hard time because of the rumors about his older brother who was a robber knight, but the older brother said that his younger brother was a church knight, so he was easily released even after being caught.”

“Lord Valen!”

But the face that winked one eye while calmly telling such a story, the back of him leaving the villa with a sword in his hand, and the backlight pouring into the hallway were so splendid.

Rudy couldn't help but think that he wanted to follow him forever.

Even in death, even after death.

* * *

Click.

The door closes, and from that moment on, something else begins.

She had servants and maids clean the palace, kept the accounting books hidden from them, and greeted the gardener who came to work around this time.

Then, when lunchtime came and the servants went to their mess hall, Rudy went into Valencian's room, opened the closet connected to the secret room, and filled a leather pouch with gold and silver coins.

It was money that someone gave to Valencianus, and it was money that Valencian gave to someone.

'How many of these are there?'

Rudy looked at the wealth he had amassed, chuckling for a moment.

The fact that he allowed himself to be managed like this showed how much he trusted himself.

There were several bags of gold and silver coins, a chest full of jewels, and gold bars.

It was a lot of money to have accumulated in just the past year.

It was a story of what happens when power is abused and the emperor turns a blind eye to it.

Of course, Rudy knew that most of the gold he extorted or received as bribes was given to the Emperor to fund his military.

And with this much left, where on earth did they get so much from?

Swish.

Then she heard a sound she shouldn't have heard.

Rudy pretended not to hear anything and continued filling his pockets with money.

And then he slowly put his right hand into his bosom.

Green eyes sparkled behind his square glasses.

Rudy hummed and picked up a silver coin.

The new silver coin was polished like a mirror, and when I held it up to the light, I could see the back of it, more or less.

That was enough.

Shhh!

Rudy raised the corners of his mouth and reached behind his left armpit, pulling the trigger.

Taaang!

A single gunshot was heard, followed by the sound of swords breaking and screams.

“Ahh!”

Rudy held a 'Life' stick in his left hand and jumped through the secret room door into Valencianus' room.

A servant who had been sticking his head inside the closet was rolling on the floor, bleeding.

His right hand, which was holding the dagger, was hit by a magic bullet and became unrecognizable.

Rudy saw the dagger fragments rolling on the floor and roughly figured out the bastard's identity.

They were the ones who wanted to kill Valencianus and strike at Jerilis.

At first I was really surprised, but now it's become so common that it just feels like a greeting.

“Didn’t I tell you not to come up to the second floor except when I’m cleaning?”

Rudy looked around with his clear green eyes gleaming.

The sight of shooting a gun at a distance of 500 meters and blowing out the giant's eyes accurately captured the elements that had changed since she entered.

She noticed the strange wrinkles in the bed sheets and carefully removed them all.

Beneath it were piles of pyramid-shaped iron bars, probably poisoned.

'You must have noticed that the closet was open after you installed this. It was worth leaving it open.'

One of the servants was acting a little suspiciously, so I was watching him closely.

It made me feel even more ashamed because it was true.

“I understand why the chief of the palace is getting older every day.”

Even the carefully selected personnel were bribed or mixed in with spies and assassins.

Even this small villa looks like this, so it would be embarrassing to talk about the main palace.

“Please save me! I’ll tell you everything… …!”

“It looks like you’re on the buying side since you’re easily switching.”

“Yes, yes. That’s right… … !”

Phew!

“Then we can’t catch them anyway. That’s what Valen said. They don’t know who they are and they just take the money.”

'Saengdong' had a blade made of frost and ice, so if you stabbed it just a little too deeply, the wound would freeze and stop bleeding.

“I’ll have to work hard to clean it up before Valen comes back. I have to clean it before it hardens… … .”

There was a reason why the carpet on the floor was removed.

Rudy's green eyes sparkled and he ordered another servant to contact the main palace.

This kind of thing was so common there that there was a morgue staff stationed there.

“You have been cursed at.”

“No. It’s all my job.”

Rudy smiled kindly and cheerfully and handed them silver coins.

Today was another very ordinary day.