How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 147

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat, episode 147

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The judge gaped in shock.

He too was a citizen of the capital, and had seen and heard much about Valencian's atrocities.

When I saw him fly into the church walls on a wyvern, throw the saint down, and fly away, I felt like I was going to faint.

He was a judge.

He was the one who saw all the dirty people and lawsuits of the empire most closely.

The nobles who had money and power went out at least once in their youth.

The level of human hunting in the slums is not even included in the 'outrageous' work, so you can guess the extent of its absurdity.

But they did not touch the nobles or clergy.

They committed inhuman acts against the commoners and the poor because they were confident that they would get away with it.

Valencian beheaded the great noble Marquis Freuchid, raped his daughter and installed her as a marquis, kidnapped a saint, and rode a wyvern, a horse despised by the church, into the church walls.

This was… … really crazy.

It was to the point where brain damage was suspected.

I thought I'd be a little more reserved here.

Because the whole place is filled with sword experts who inherited the blood of elves and ogres.

He wasn't a person without any sense.

The reason why he made a decision strictly according to the law, even though he knew that the circumstances and emotions were intertwined, was to eliminate the grounds for those human villains to argue.

My only mistake was not knowing that country lords were using their feelings as an excuse.

Even if he was the Archduke, it was obvious that he would be challenged to a duel after hitting someone in the face.

The duel was an institution that was created to prevent the same situation from happening again.

If you look down on people because you have power and money, you could get stabbed.

The Baron, who had been slapped on the cheek, lowered his head and said.

“Yes, Your Majesty. I will convey this clearly to them.”

“!?”

The judge doubted his eyes and ears.

'Okay… no. This was a great decision.'

Tentia stood behind Valencianus and thought.

The baronial and knightly families of the central region had been riding with the Emperor since the founding of the Empire.

Her family also had a heirloom, the glass that the family's founder used to toast the first emperor of the empire at a banquet.

Because they have a long history and strong pride, they reacted to minor issues with pride rather than practicality.

What was important in the verdict was not the content, but whether or not one's pride would be hurt if one accepted it.

Valencian was the eldest son of Emperor Jaerilis, and inherited the imperial traits of blond hair and dark golden eyes, wore authoritative attire, had an imperious demeanor, and was considered one of Emperor Jaerilis's favorites.

He was a man worthy of being bowed down to by the barons and knights who had served the imperial family for hundreds of years.

It's not about the farm, it's not about the mill, it's about whether or not you give in to that guy.

The problem is that a fight that starts with pride like that cannot be easily stopped.

'I wish someone would stop me now.'

'I wish you would take it off even if it's forced.'

During her time at the academy, Tentia also often received requests like this from her peers.

'I'm going to challenge him to a duel tomorrow, but I really don't intend to fight. If things get too tense, you can stop me.'

Of course, he didn't listen.

'These kids dare to mess with the sacred duel?'

Anyway, Valencian and the baron felt the same way.

'The knights of my domain will not accept this kind of content.'

If you think back carefully to what I said earlier, it wasn't that he wasn't convinced, but that the knights under him wouldn't be convinced.

In other words, what the Baron needed was an excuse to persuade the knights below.

'His Majesty the Grand Duke slapped me on the cheek and told me to stop talking nonsense.'

It was so he could go back and say this.

Tentia also had no interest in using her head, and it wasn't her specialty.

She wanted only the trials, the battles, the glory that would leave her name in history.

'If I can save His Majesty Valen from the aftermath of all the accidents he's caused in the future, I might just make history.'

That's why Tentia had some insight into matters of honor and dignity.

‘… … In the end, this time too, he carried the torch on his own shoulders.’

Valencian then called the two barons to sit down and looked at the one he had struck.

'Did you have a lot of pain?'

After I started Yongchan, there were times when I couldn't control my strength.

It was even worse because I even ate 'Hwajeong'.

I almost fell off the horse a few times on the way here.

'But judging from your expression, it seems like you liked the ending.'

He knew better than anyone that what unites us on the inside is the enemy on the outside.

From what I heard, his vassal knights were dissatisfied with the fact that the baron had not advised the royal family to raise the price of grain.

Here, if the Baron were to return after being beaten by the Archduke, the knights would turn to the Baron's side again and curse him.

'Of all the enemies outside, the best one is the one on high.'

For the Emperor, so that these excellent barons and knights may come up to the capital in peace this summer.

'They say that if you get cursed at, you live longer. I guess this is how I can achieve immortality.'

* * *

Ten days have passed since then.

Valencian moved from barony to barony, handling lawsuits between knights, barons, and knights.

What was needed was authority, not justice, and Valencian was confident in one thing: being authoritative.

match!

“How dare a baron meddle in the judgment of my grand duke!”

I think I said that about thirty more times?

The long line of knights and barons has ended.

“Your Majesty, Valen. Is this the end?”

“There is one thing left. The litigation is over, but the suppression is not over yet.”

“Are you talking about subjugation?”

Tentia raised her red eyebrows in puzzlement, and Valencianus moved to the tent erected on the hill.

“Lord Marshon said that greenskins have flowed into this place.”

"ah."

She distorted her proud face.

Greenskin.

It was a general term for goblins and orcs.

A few goblins can be dealt with by the village youths, but when a large orc horde appears, even the high lords are caught by the scruff of the neck.

Because they have strong reproductive power and multiply quickly, they were the main enemy of country knights, and Tentia also held a deep grudge against the greenskins.

“I hope the damage wasn’t too severe?”

Valencian nodded.

“They say the knights stopped them in time. The problem is that they weren’t eradicated, but rather chased each other away, so they continued to move back and forth across the territory and cause damage. Now, they’re using the forest as a base for their activities.”

Tentia said, feeling indignation burning within her heart.

“Do you intend to punish them? Please… … .”

This time Valencian also nodded.

“It feels like this is what they came here to do in the first place. Since there are three barons involved, they’ve already planned out the operation and are fighting over who should take the lead. They know it’s not important, but… … .”

“No. Who leads the punitive operation is very important to the knights.”

“When you say that, I feel different from usual.”

Valencian smiled languidly and slyly.

Tentia remembered that what Valencianus had just said was something he usually said, and his manly face turned the same color as her hair.

“Your Majesty, do not tease the knight.”

“Haha. I see.”

Valencian raised both hands.

Tentia asked with a hint of bewilderment.

“Then, Your Majesty, is leading this operation?”

Valencian shook his head.

“I’ll be in charge of lighting the fire and putting out the smoke. There’s someone else who’ll be in charge.”

Although he didn't say anything specifically, there was a greeting he thought of as soon as he heard that there was a punitive expedition.

She was talented, she worked hard, she had luck, and above all, she enjoyed conducting.

He must have been very thirsty, so I needed to let him drink some water.

'Jaylilith is at her best when she moves alone. She needs someone to lead the army.'

“Keeeeeek-!”

A distant wyvern howl echoed through the sky.

The barons and knights who had gathered in the tent looked up at the sky in surprise.

“Valencian!”

A royal with luscious blond hair and red eyes.

8 survivors.

An officer and knight who taught swordsmanship and tactics to Valencian before his return.

It was Helena of the Brass Knights.

* * *

'Would you like to lead a punitive operation?'

'what?'

'Three barons, fifteen to twenty-five knights. Including the squires and vassals, the cavalry is expected to number up to 100. I'm not sure about the infantry, but at least 1,000. And one royal flame wizard. What do you think?'

Helena was taken aback by Valencian's proposal.

The blazing red eyes wavered like candles in the wind.

I had no idea that this might be a secret thing.

If she accepted, it could be interpreted as meaning that she was greedy for the military, and she could be killed by accusing her of conspiracy to commit treason.

Valencian was one of those who went beyond that.

But it was an offer too sweet to refuse.

If you miss this opportunity, it may never come again.

Helena glanced at the wargame models and scoring papers placed on the map.

I didn't want to hold on to this forever.

It took 0.4 seconds for emotions and judgments to swirl to this point.

'I will do it.'

And now Helena stood before three barons and twenty knights.

“Duke Valen lit a smoke in the eastern part of the forest to drive them out of the forest.”

I don't think I've ever been this happy when I first held a sword.

Her blonde hair was tied back tightly and she wore a red jeweled tiara, and her slender body was covered in sleek brass armor.

The heated voice did not sound like her own.

“Baron Tusken will meet the enemy in the center, Baron Zecher on the left wing, and Baron Hastur on the right wing.”

“What do you do with those who escape?”

“Their main force will be dealt with only by cavalry. The infantry will be divided into groups of ten to kill those who run away, and the archers will fire from the hills.”

Young age, armor without a single scratch, flushed cheeks, hands shaking with either nervousness or excitement.

The suspicious looks and questions that naturally follow point out weaknesses.

Even that was welcome and lovely.

“Wolf riders and boar riders would be difficult to deal with with infantry alone.”

“I’ll send two knights to the encirclement. It won’t be a big problem if two men are missing from the main force.”

“We must also deal with the remaining remnants in the forest. At this time… … .”

“Of course you should dismount. Go slowly and surely. There will still be smoke from the Duke of Valen, so prepare plenty of wet towels.”

“It would also be nice if the soldiers’ weapons could be replaced with things like spears and axes.”

“That’s a good idea. Let’s actively reflect on it.”

Valencian and Tentia laughed as they watched Helena plotting with the barons and knights.

“I don’t know how you lived until now because you were so frustrated.”

“A bird confined in a cage all its life forgets that it misses the sky.”

Valencian did not mention the fact that Helena's passion would grow stronger regardless of the success or failure of this expedition.

Before returning, Helena reviewed her tactics and strategies every time she won or lost, and came up with the best moves.

Just then the sound of horse hooves was heard down the hill.

“It’s a knight. I think one of you is late.”

Tentia immediately recognized him as he was leading the horse.

And then I took a deep breath when I saw the pattern embroidered on the flag.

"father?"

It was a feeling I couldn't tell whether it was joy or shock.

Valencian had also seen the pattern.

Three red eyes drawn on a black background.

It was a symbol used by the Tentia family.

A knight dismounted a few dozen paces before the tent and looked at Tentia, who was taking off her helmet.

“Tentia?”

He took off his helmet in a hurry, revealing his manly features that resembled Tentia's.

“Brother? Why isn’t father coming… … ?”

The three barons issued a summons to all their vassal knights.

Since there were two Archduke's, I had to show my best.

Failure to respond to it could mean one of three things:

Treason, death, or a fatal injury that would render him unable to live as a knight.

“He fell from his horse during battle… … and lost consciousness.”

All three were as good as dead.