How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 143

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat, episode 143

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A workshop built into the deep roots of a thick tree with a diameter of over 100 meters.

A workshop where brightly shining flowers are always in bloom.

A workshop where academy students and disciples experiment, interpret grimoires, and design magical circuit blueprints day and night.

The wizard Serenade screamed at the workshop to leave.

“What nonsense is that!”

Blue flames flew from head to toe, and long blue hair rose into the sky.

The cadets trembled in fear at the wrath of the wizard of the workshop, and his disciples gathered around him and begged him to calm down.

The candle flickered and the brightly shining flower turned its head as if hiding.

But Valencian calmly sat down on the sofa, crossing his legs and shrugging his shoulders.

His hands were calm as he unbuttoned his white uniform and smoothed his collar, and his golden eyes shone with inhuman confidence.

“No. Sister. Listen. You’ve worked so hard this time. Of course, it’s right for me to give you something to thank you from the ivory tower.”

“It’s not something I did with the expectation of receiving something in return.”

Sereraji answered sharply, and Valencian shook his head.

“If my sister doesn’t get paid this time, she might continue to mess up the management of the incinerator.”

“No matter how well you manage it, what can you do when those merchants keep coming in?”

“Don’t be so picky. You know what I’m saying. You should know that even the ivory tower has had such things happen.”

Sereraji narrowed his eyes, and Valencian continued speaking with a leisurely, theatrical tone.

“What if the lords or invaders with evil intentions were to plot something similar to cause discord between the royal family and the ivory tower, and I, as the older sister, couldn’t stop them?”

“… … Are you saying that I don’t think I can stop it?”

“No. That’s not it. Don’t find fault with it. You have to let them know that there are weaknesses like this. Then they can manage the ivory tower well without any problems. If there’s a hole in the dam, you have to fill it. You can’t just keep blocking it with your arm. You have to let them handle it themselves.”

“I struggled so many times, getting stabbed in the back of my head, to avoid hearing those words telling me to peel off my ivory tower and eat it, and now you want me to peel it off and eat it with my own hands?”

“Don’t tell the same story. Just go and tell them. This happened. Then they’ll do something from the ivory tower. The important thing is to let them know. They’ll give you something there, as long as it’s not a burden. It’s been a while since I’ve seen my teacher and my cute junior.”

The genius magician who had been locked away in his workshop could not overcome the tongue of the sophist who had been trained for 41 years.

“If you… … go and whine about getting something, I’ll burn you to death with lightning. And don’t call me your cute junior. It makes me feel uneasy when you say it out loud.”

“Of course. I’m just going to escort you. I’ll say hello as an observer who came last time. … … Surely you don’t believe the rumors about me raping someone, do you?”

There was silence for a moment.

Valencian stared at Sereragie, and Sereragie avoided his colored eyes.

"let's go."

“Okay. Let’s go.”

The two went up to the ground, and there was another Inyoung waiting in the hall.

“Your Majesty the Serenade.”

Rudy, who had been hiding between the tree trunks like a shadow, suddenly jumped out and lowered his head.

Sereraji said, holding her breath.

It was because I almost died from a chimera that I thought was dead just yesterday.

“Oh my god. I was so surprised. I can’t even hear you anymore.”

Rudy smiled with eyes as wide as crescent moons.

She was a gentle and kind-looking maid with clear green eyes and soft cheeks, but Sereraji knew that she had covered her neat maid's uniform with liquid metal armor and that she always carried a musket and a dagger.

Rudy followed behind Valencianus and answered with a hehe.

“Color, concealment or movement, shooting. The basics of a maid.”

Sererazi and Valencian simultaneously let out a sigh.

“Why on earth is that a basic requirement for a maid? Why are you memorizing the Warlock doctrine?”

“Rudy. I’m sorry.”

Rudy followed the two naturally, and after a while, Sereraji stopped dead in his tracks.

Her keen insight shone through, alerting her to danger.

“Little brother.”

“I'm listening.”

“After Rudy was turned away by Niar last time, you didn’t seem to want to take him to the Ivory Tower, so why are you taking him this time?”

“I wanted to buy you a magic tool.”

“I already gave you ‘Aquateg’, what more do you need?”

"that is……."

When Valencianus tried to say something, Sererazie quickly covered his mouth.

“Don’t say anything. You’re so good at making excuses.”

“Then let’s hear what you think first. What is it?”

“It seems you are trying to pressure my hometown wizards with your evil tricks to get one more magic gun.”

“… … .”

“… … .”

Again there was silence between them.

This time Valencian slowly averted his eyes.

“You rotten, worthless little brother!”

Phage crackle!

* * *

The room of Archmage Gestarte was luxurious again today.

Purple curtains and tapestries embroidered with colorful paintings adorned the walls and windows, and chandeliers decorated with jewels larger than a fist lit up the room.

Gestarte was dressed in fancy attire again today.

Her wide-brimmed black hat was decorated with everlasting flowers and peacock tail feathers, her face was covered with a net, and she wore a purple dress, blue jewels, and glossy black fur draped over her shoulders.

To her right sat her disciple, Niar, a proud-looking wizard with cream-colored hair that tipped with red and red-cream eyes.

When fighting against artificially created old things, he was recognized as a 'junior' by Sereraji for his ability to control the triple attributes of fire, lightning, and earth.

I, too, was saved by her once, so I bowed my head slightly and greeted her.

Both Gestarte and Niar were spherical, but the person sitting next to Gestarte on her left was something I had never seen before.

I had a rough idea, and judging by the way he looked at me, I thought he was already acquainted with Sereraji.

“Nice to meet you. Your Highness Valencianus, Your Highness Cererazie. I am Crius, a researcher and teacher of chimeras at the Ivory Tower School of Creation. I am not a great scholar, but I hold the position of Elder.”

He was a neat-looking man with black hair tied neatly.

His eyes and lips were red, his skin was clear, he was wearing a red tie, a black suit, and white gloves on his hands.

“It’s been a while, Professor Crios.”

“Your Majesty the Serenade.”

“You don’t have to call me that. I just came here today to reminisce. Please ignore whatever my little brother asks for. I just… … can’t stand to see my hometown burn.”

Sereraji began to tell the story.

Merchants were selling chimeras that had been experimentally created in the incinerator, and the chimeras that escaped in the process were causing trouble, and Emperor Jaerilis took issue with this and tried to tear something out of the Ivory Tower.

As the story progressed, Crius' face turned ashen.

“Your Majesty, I am truly sorry. Our shortcomings have caused Your Majesty such hardship. I will slaughter those merchants immediately.”

“Professor, it is not Your Majesty.”

“… … Sereraji.”

It seems like the two got along pretty well.

Also, judging from the reaction, I thought I would be able to communicate better with that wizard named Crius than I thought.

That's why Niar had this look on his face like, "What does this have to do with us?" and Gestarte wasn't moving at all.

I realized once again that they are a race that has no interest in how the world works.

However, when Sereraji was injured, Niardo's face distorted, and Gestarte also clicked her tongue as if she was not pleased.

“I don’t think I taught you that. I told you that lightning magic should be finished in an instant.”

“Yes, Master. I think I should have finished it in one go as soon as I entered the room.”

I realized that now was the perfect moment for me to dig in.

Although Sereraji was one of the richest men in the continent in terms of gold reserves, he did not buy magic tools like crazy.

This is because she lives as a 'mage', an explorer, and not as a 'warlock', a battle magician, but also because all of her robes and hats are magical tools given to her by her master, Gestarte.

But no matter how much I thought about it, it was crazy to wear a robe with no protective function and a wide-brimmed hat while fighting in a confined space.

The fight was only going to get more intense, so Sereraji needed to upgrade his equipment and mentality.

“Mr. Gestarte.”

As soon as I opened my mouth, five people's eyes turned to me.

Rudy, Sereraji, Gestarte, and even Crios all had tense expressions on their faces, wondering what I would say.

Sereraji said with a cold shine in her eyes.

“Little brother. I… … .”

I shamelessly turned away from her and said to Gestarte.

“I am afraid that as a teacher, you will feel uneasy when your disciple is going through hard times outside.”

“I told you to keep your mouth shut!”

“I think you must be feeling uneasy because the mistake of the Saengjo School was corrected by a disciple of the Jeonke School.”

Sererajiga struck my neck with two fingers and struck me with lightning.

I drew up the energy of the dragon's words and surrounded myself with scales that could block even mana blades.

Sereraji's face turned bright red, as if he was embarrassed to ask his old masters to give him a reward.

“If you could show a little sincerity… … .”

But my feelings of shame had long since subsided, those two were her teachers, not mine, and above all, I felt a considerable sense of crisis about what had happened yesterday.

If Sir Tentia had not arrived in time, Sereraji could have been seriously injured or even killed.

I am a fighter, Sir Tentia was a professional fighter, and Sereraji was a wizard.

Just because you can use offensive magic doesn't mean you're good at fighting.

There was no guarantee that she would only be able to fight comfortably, with Nana Tentia acting as a shield in front while she unleashed a powerful spell from the rear.

“I was a fool because I believed your promise!”

So, even if I got cursed at, I had to surround Sereraji with magic tools.

Even if he died, Sereraji would never ask his teachers for magic tools.

She still had a sense of debt to the ivory tower.

If someone had to take her place and put a plate on her face and greedily reach out, it was me.

“When my sister came out of this place, she came out with nothing. Because of that, she suffered so much for a year. Wouldn’t it be nice if we could share a parting gift and strengthen our bond as disciples even now?”

As he finished speaking, Crius and Gestarte nodded.

It was an excuse that Sereraji couldn't refuse.

“Sereraji.”

Gestarte called Sererajie.

Sereraji waved his hand.

“I will decline, Master. I will also be responsible for my own safety from now on… … .”

“I’m sorry I sent you off in a hurry without packing anything for you.”

A twitch appeared in her fresh face.

Cryos also used the same logic.

“Yes. Sereraji. You should at least take care of yourself in this harsh world outside. It’s a shame that you became a professor and sent him off without giving him anything.”

Sereraji gave me a look of resentment.

“Little brother.”

“Why, Sister?”

“Somehow you’re making me a worse and worse person.”

“It’s my imagination.”

“Did you hope that I would be unable to bear this burden and ask if you could give me just one pistol instead of those things?”

“!”

I was so surprised that I held my breath without realizing it.

I don't know how that indifferent Sereraji came up with such an idea.

When I thought about it, it seemed like a pretty good idea.

I was wondering how I could get the 'magic gun', but it was okay to just get the 'magic gun'.

Because if you had money, you could get good magic tools.

Cryos and Niar looked at me as if I was looking at a bug.

“Your Highness the Grand Duke of Valencian. It seems the rumors have been less prevalent.”

“Are you treating your senior like a chess piece?”

It was a completely unexpected opportunity.

Of course, if I take this opportunity, my reputation in the ivory tower will fall even further.

This could really come back to bite me someday.

I was reminded of my past sparring with Lord Bonnell.

In the end, I ended up living only looking forward again.

But the magic gun was a magical tool worth its price.

Sereraji, Crios, and Niar looked at me.

The gaze was sharp and cold.

I leaned back in the chair, smiling sheepishly.

“Oh, this is embarrassing.”