How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 139

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat, episode 139

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How did I not notice them getting this close?

I pulled out the 'Black Tower' with a sigh of defeat.

Since returning, I've only fought against eroders, not demons, so it seems my body doesn't send out warning signals unless it senses the energy of the old things.

“Sigh!”

It growled lowly as it stood on top of the mountain of trash.

It seemed to be about 2 meters tall and was wearing rags, its brown shell with a metallic texture visible through the rags.

It lifted something above its head.

At first I couldn't understand how the body structure had been transformed, but when I saw the face with eight eyes and the pincers sticking out from between the rags, I got a rough idea.

If a scorpion walked on two legs, it would probably look something like this.

“Sister!”

I stood in front of Sereraji.

At the same time, the scorpion-human chimera shook the tip of its tail.

Peek! Peek! Peek!

There was a strange, low sound.

It seemed like he had been stabbed with poison.

However, my skin was too tough to be cut by even the most powerful swords, and my uniform was soaked with liquid metal armor called 'Aqua-Teg'.

A spike a foot long struck my chest and bounced off.

“A sharp, piercing flame!”

I recited the spell at the same time, and a flame as long as an arrow flew through the air, piercing the chimera.

I looked back at Sereraji after seeing the bastard roll under the trash pile.

"are you okay?"

“I think something big is going on.”

“Yeah. Fortunately… … What?”

Sereraji looked at the back of her left hand with a look of embarrassment.

There was a spike a span long piercing through the back of his hand and extending out through his palm.

"majesty!"

Sir Tentia came running towards us in fright.

She had just killed two more chameleon crocodiles that were lurking at our backs.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know more of them would gather… … .”

“It’s not your fault. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you that I even forgot for a moment whether you can spit or not. It’s embarrassing.”

Somehow, Sereraji's voice seemed a little dull.

First, I carefully pulled out the needle.

It had jagged thorns at the end so it didn't come off easily.

I had a feeling that it was definitely an artificially created life form.

“Can you pull it out a little more gently?”

Sereraji gave me a hard time.

“Sister. Why is your voice so weak? How can I understand you like that?”

“I’m proud of you… … Ah. I see.”

She shut her eyes tightly as if remembering something.

“That thing is probably poisonous.”

"what?"

“Don’t worry. Who would worry about whom? It’s a paralysis type, and it can be suppressed with mana. Even if this poison is poisonous, isn’t it much weaker than the poison that Vastatin created? So I hope you don’t look at me like I’m going to die soon.”

“It looks vivid because I can see your tongue moving well. Okay. I’ll be by your side for now, so detoxify first.”

Sereraji recited the spell.

Then I saw the boy from before loitering next to me.

“Do you have anything to say?”

“Nari. That’s… … .”

It seems like he didn't know how high a person I was.

“Call him His Highness the Grand Duke Valencian.”

Valencianus, the boy who heard that name checked the color of my hair and eyes alternately, then knelt down in front of me with an expression full of despair.

It seemed like my notoriety had reached this place too.

“Get up. The floor is dirty.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please just spare my life.”

“Why are you asking to be spared when I haven’t committed a mortal sin? Have you heard any strange rumors?”

It was half a joke.

The boy hesitated and answered.

“I heard that you capture young men and women, cut off their throats, and then absorb their life force.”

……this.

It seemed like this was mainly spread through cruel rumors.

It would be nice if it seemed a little lighter, but this kind of rumor isn't so bad.

“Say what you were going to say. Before I cut off your head.”

The boy answered with a frightened look.

“Oh, they just came together in a pack. There are always five or six of them moving together. The knight just went back behind the trash mountain… … .”

“You don’t have to worry about that. Sir Tentia is a knight who can avoid even a poisonous sting with his eyes closed.”

“And these guys don’t burn to death! We attacked them with fire together with the adults, and they fainted for a moment and then came back to life.”

“What?”

Just now I didn't use the energy of a verb.

The guy who fell down on top of the mountain of trash got up again.

I covered Sereraji's face with my body again.

“Sister, bow down.”

Peek! Peek! Peek!

And the scorpion's human stinger pierced the boy's body.

* * *

Tentia Sir returned with six tails of the men he had destroyed.

I saw him deal with the last one with his own eyes. He dodged all the poisonous needles that were being shot at him, approached him, pulled out his dagger, and blew his head off.

“Your Majesty. I think I know why the rumors about you being an encroacher started spreading.”

Chimeras wore rags and walked on two feet like humans.

Although the erosion here is less than expected, there are still people being eroded, so it is possible to see them as members of the same species.

“I would have thought he was an eroder if it weren’t for what Sereraji said.”

“So, there’s something I’d like to ask you, Your Majesty, Sereraji.”

Sir Tentia looked at Sereraji.

There was a strange tension in those red eyes.

I was hoping that nothing would happen.

“What is it?”

“Are these monsters chimeras created in the ivory tower?”

okay.

I knew this would happen.

Things won't go the way I want them to.

“Lord Tentia.”

I tried to stop her carefully.

The ivory tower was a sensitive memory for Sereraji, and Sereraji was now feeling tense for some reason.

It was the first time she had been this defensive since her days as an illegitimate child, and Serenade thought that this might have just as negative an effect on her as it had then.

“Please answer, Your Majesty. Is this because the ivory tower is unable to control the test subjects?”

If you push an anxious person to the limit, there are two reactions.

Avoid or confront it.

“King Tentia. Keep your mouth shut. If you insult my hometown, I will not forgive you.”

In Sereraji, it was clearly the latter.

"majesty!"

“King. Have you forgotten why we came here? We came to make sure it wasn’t an eroder problem. And now that we’ve confirmed it wasn’t an eroder problem, what’s the problem?”

“People are dead. People are dying right now. I am a knight and I have a duty to protect the weak.”

Sereraji was hit by a poison dart far from the heart, and although he didn't know how to strengthen his body with mana, he was a wizard with a lot of mana.

However, the boy had been shot three times in the torso with poisonous needles, and his nutritional condition was not very good.

Regardless of the difference in social status, it was natural to want to save someone who was dying right before your eyes, but the boy froze and died before Nana Sereraji could do anything.

I burned the boy, leaving no bones behind, in case he ever rose again as a skeleton.

“Loyalty to your lord comes first. I speak as the Grand Duke of the Empire. Enough.”

“Your Majesty! I am not saying that I will storm the Ivory Tower right now. If the chimeras have leaked out here, the wizards in the Ivory Tower are also in danger. I should at least inform them of the situation.”

Sir Tentia did not know that the three letters 'ivory tower' were a curse to Sereraji, and Sereraji did not know that Sir Tentia was tired of 'turning a blind eye' to me.

“Are you trying to cover up an accident that happened in the ivory tower?”

“Rather than seeing you turn my homeland into a wasteland because of these refugees, I would rather plow this land up with my own hands.”

“Your Majesty, Valen. Say what you will. Didn’t you promise to handle this matter in a knightly manner?”

“Brother. I’m going to silence your knight’s mouth. The mission is over, but you don’t even think about going back and are harassing me.”

Eventually, the two of them turned their arrows towards me.

"……hmm."

I chose my words carefully.

To be honest, emotionally I was on Tentia Kyung's side.

I'm not some crazy member of parliament or a court noble who says, 'All lowborn people should die!', and I think an investigation is needed to find out why the refugees are becoming food for chimeras.

However, whether or not we could touch Sereraji and her ivory tower, which was her sore spot, was a different story.

Sereraji was the divine being of the Imperial Magic Workshop, the future great magician I had risked my life to recruit, and the only one who could create the blue potion that would suppress my dragon transformation.

The Ivory Tower has long been a partner and ally of the Imperial Family, and recently handed over a large quantity of ancient Elvish grimoires to the Imperial Family.

Because we used the framework of cooperation, even if only formally, it was a favor to us.

If you had received dozens of those precious books of magic that you would go to war over, it would have been polite to let them go cleanly, except for the old ones.

Besides, wasn't that blue pill also a result of the research in that book?

“You must not turn a blind eye to unjust deaths.”

“Little brother. Have you forgotten who you are thanks to for still being able to speak human language?”

I needed Serenade, I needed the ivory tower.

I could have ignored my feelings any time.

Didn't you tell Lancia that night in the sewer?

To give meaning to things that can be seen with the eyes and counted with numbers, not to emotions that change from moment to moment.

However, I couldn't break my promise to Lord Tentia in less than an hour.

It was because I had disappointed her so much a few days ago.

'His Highness the Grand Duke' sits down to drink with a manager of a red-light district casino, who can't even be called a bourgeois, and then beats up a holy knight of the inviolable Gwangmyeong Church for that manager.

If you plan to continue to borrow the power of Lord Tentia, you must respect the values that Lord Tentia pursues.

I looked at them both alternately and said.

“I have a good idea.”

There are two ways to solve this problem.

“Let’s send all the refugees north.”

Either listen to both of their opinions, or both of them come up with surprising opinions.

“Huh? Excuse me, what is that… … .”

“What did you just say?”

* * *

That evening, I went to Jaylilis' office and submitted my report.

In the morning, all the documents that had been piled up like a mountain were either paid for or rejected without a single one remaining.

"your majesty."

An administrator approached me, hesitantly.

The emperor pointed to the grandfather clock and spoke in a weary voice.

“Did Jim tell you? From now on, no new papers will be accepted after 4 o’clock, unless they are war-related. You should also prepare to leave work. If you stay here, won’t all your subordinates be here too?”

“It’s a matter related to war.”

“… … Leave it behind.”

People think that the emperor gives orders, but in fact it seems that orders are given in turns from above and below.

This is because the above ultimately reads the data organized by the below and reacts accordingly.

There is one person above and many people below, so it seems like the person above is giving orders… … .

“Archduke Valen. Was there an eroder?”

While I was thinking useless thoughts, Jaylilith asked in a languid voice.

He looked tired yet excited as he stretched his arms and shoulders.

“There wasn’t any. Actually… … .”

I slowly submitted my report and even came up with a plan to finish it.

“The repatriation of refugees… … .”

“If we send it north now, it will arrive just in time for the summer farming season. The canal construction will require labor all year round.”

“Good. I will send a messenger to Archduke Severic. You should write a letter as well. I will also have the refugees on standby so that we can depart as soon as I receive a reply.”

"thank you."

Jaylilith continued, saying,

The yellow eyes illuminated by candlelight were twisted sadistically.

“What do you think the Grand Duke is thinking about Sereraji? I would like to squeeze the ivory tower a little more while I’m at it.”

Luckily, I had an answer prepared.

“I am ashamed to say this, but Grand Duke Sereraji is trying to prevent Your Majesty from doing so.”

“You?”

I hesitated to answer for a moment, and Jaylilith laughed.

“Okay. I’ll be looking forward to it this time too. Feel free to come up with a plan that will satisfy everyone.”