How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 148

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat, episode 148

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There was still time until the operation was set in motion, the Tentia family's territory was not far away, and the knight's riding horse was more than twice as fast as a normal horse.

I asked Helena for her understanding and set off for Sir Tentia's domain.

“No, Your Majesty. The operation is almost over… … .”

“I had to go back at least once since I had to bring the soldiers anyway. Don’t worry about it.”

“Thank you, Your Highness, Grand Duke Valencian.”

He was a knight who looked just like Tentia.

He was about the same height as Valencian, had red hair and red eyes, and even had a dignified and sorrowful air about him.

The only difference was the length of their hair. His younger sister, Tentia, had her hair cut short, but he had long red hair that he tied up.

“You said Sir Lentia? You look a lot like your younger brother. No, maybe it’s the other way around? Anyway, that’s not the point… … Sir Tentia has saved my life several times. He even rushed to the knights of the Northern Duke for me. I’m grateful.”

Sir Lentia was horrified in a completely different context.

“Huh?! Were those rumors true? Did you really try to assassinate Archduke Severic?”

I answered with a bitter smile.

“I don’t know why such a rumor spread all the way to this countryside.”

“If you are so grateful to me, wouldn’t you listen to me? Please don’t compromise with the bourgeoisie.”

"Tentia Sir," he said with red eyes.

Sir Lentia shouted at Sir Tentia in horror.

“What kind of a habit is that, Your Highness?”

“I have seen over 300 archers in the capital!”

“But Your Highness! Don’t forget your duty as a knight.”

Sir Tentia looked back at me from her horse and bowed her head.

“Your Majesty. I apologize.”

Sir Lentia was startled and asked what was going on.

“What etiquette says you should apologize while talking? Is that what you learned at the Capital Academy?”

“There, you don’t learn how to apologize. You learn how to get an apology from someone even when you did something wrong.”

“My brother has come back a bum! Get off your horse and come to His Majesty the Grand Duke… …!”

I called out to Lentia softly.

“Lord Lentia. That’s it.”

“Your Majesty! If you overlook this rudeness, your dignity and reputation will be greatly tarnished.”

As expected, they were knights who risked their lives for prestige, dignity, and honor.

I shook my head firmly.

“If it’s my knight, then that’s okay. If the knight who risked his life for me is going to show that much friendliness, then it’s better not to have any prestige at all.”

In the capital, people sing round songs about my infamy in every bar, so where is my prestige to lose?

It was said in that context, but it seems that Lord Lentia understood it a little differently.

He said with a moved expression.

“Tentia. You have found a good lord.”

For a moment, Sir Tentia looked at him with an expression that seemed unable to decide what to do.

It seemed as if he could not bring himself to call me a good lord.

“Yes. His Majesty the King Valen… … is a very capable and honorable man… ….”

“Yes, you can do that. Why is the article so obscure?”

Sir Lentia smiled faintly, and Sir Tentia shook her head.

“It’s complicated.”

"okay."

“We’re almost there. I remember that tree. It’s grown a lot.”

There was a complex emotion in the voice of Lord Tentia.

A shadow of regret appeared on his face, which had always been dignified.

She came to the capital when she was about 15 years old, and it is said that she never returned to her hometown since then.

… … That also means that that was the last time I remember my father.

I raised my head and looked at the territory in front of me.

It was a typical rural town with fields of barley and wheat stretching far into the distance, cows and sheep roaming the hills, and huge windmills and watermills, all with a large river winding through the fields.

The long walls, the lord's castle towering over the hill, and the peasants' houses and buildings all had white walls and red roofs, making them look very neat.

Judging by its size, the population seemed to be around 5,000. It would be classified as a city outside the Empire, but in the Empire it was just a knight's command.

"Tentia Kyung said in a gentle voice.

“I thought it would have changed beyond recognition, but it’s still the same as when I left.”

“There is a limit to the number of people who can enter this wall. However, the settlement has grown considerably. The number of grand officials, village chiefs, and villagers is now over thirty.”

“Because your father was a good man. Did he get cremated? The church may not like it, but your father always… … .”

Sir Lentia glared in confusion.

It was an expression of realizing a huge mistake.

“I misspoke.”

"yes?"

“My father fell from a horse and broke his leg, he didn’t die.”

Sir Tentia shook his head.

Her eyelids twitched.

I think I had a similar expression on my face.

“A brother who will eat this bad guy!”

“Lord Lentia! Don’t confuse me!”

* * *

Lord Tentia did not say a word until he entered the lord's castle on the hill.

Maybe it was because it was a small town in the countryside, but everyone seemed very interested in me and Lord Tentia, who followed Lentia.

“Look. That white uniform with a red belt.”

“You seem like a very high-ranking person. Isn’t that brooch something that only members of the royal family can wear?”

“Your eyes are also golden.”

“But who is the other knight next to you?”

“Don’t look at me. I’m a platinum knight. With just one suit of armor, I could buy our entire territory and still have some left over.”

“Could it be that the royal family has come to see our lord?”

“Hey! Take off your helmet, take off your helmet.”

"uh?"

“Huh?”

“Te, aren’t you Miss Tentia?”

“Oh my god… … You’ve become a platinum knight?”

“The person next to you is a royal. The platinum knight leads the royal guard.”

“Oh my. Our young lady has become incredibly successful.”

I said with a sly smile towards Sir Tentia.

“Sir. At least wave your hand.”

“It’s okay, Your Majesty.”

“When will you come again?”

“… … .”

“What did they do wrong?”

People who saw my laughter went wild.

“Why are you laughing so scary?”

“That’s right. It’s dangerous for your heart.”

“Is it scary, exciting, or both?”

“I think you said something to Miss Tentia… … .”

“Are there two of you… …?”

Novels dealing with romances between royalty and knights were popular everywhere.

Sir Tentia clicked his tongue, raised his hand, and shouted.

“I’m back!”

It was a voice loud enough to echo throughout the village.

People looked at her as if they were possessed by the powerful charisma unique to Sword Expert.

“It’s been a while, my hometown. I won’t be staying long, but it’s nice to see you still the same.”

It may have started as a way to shut me and the others up, but I could see her expression gradually loosening up.

“When I left you, I was a child with only a sword and a letter of introduction, but when I returned to you, I became a platinum knight.”

Returning home in brocade.

After becoming successful, he returns to his hometown wearing silk clothes.

That armor has a platinum plated surface, so it is not a brocade armor, but it can be called a gold armor.

In fact, it could buy dozens of silk farms.

The expression on the face of the returned Tentia was bright.

But there seemed to be a strange twist in her red eyes.

It was after I entered the Red Castle and met her father that I realized why.

* * *

Tentia stepped into the castle with her chest puffed out and her chin raised.

With every movement, the heavy armor clanked and the servants looked at him with anxious gaze.

It was standard practice not to take off one's armor until greeting the lord.

Of course, if she had come back as a daughter, it wouldn't have mattered at all.

But how could she return as his daughter if he did not send her away as his daughter?

Lentia ran into the castle, and before long the lord of the red castle appeared.

“His Royal Highness, Grand Duke Valencian. Knight Jester sends greetings.”

A man with red hair, red eyes, a short and neatly trimmed red beard, and a stubborn and distinct impression.

He was a knight who ruled a city of 5,000 people and dozens of large and small towns.

He was using crutches and had his left leg in a splint, and he immediately knelt down before Valencian and bowed his head.

“Get up! What are you doing when you are not even healthy? It is also disloyal for a knight to not take care of his own body.”

Valencian immediately raised Jester to his feet, and only then did Jester turn to his daughter.

“… … .”

“… … .”

“Oh, Sir Jester. Hello. My name is Tentia. I heard you were injured and came to offer some words of comfort.”

Tentia opened her mouth and said, “Oops.”

Unless there was a significant difference in status, it was natural to greet someone first when visiting another knight's castle.

“Sir Tentia. It is an honor to meet you, the renowned Platinum Knight. I hope you will feel at home.”

Valencian looked at this strange woman and thought.

'I guess I have a rough idea. Even Lentia's skills seem decent. The little knight has an outstanding son and daughter who are not that old, ra… . . '

In his experience, it was worse than one side's lack of skill.

If there was one piece of land and two children, one of them would be kicked out of the house at a young age, or not taught swordsmanship at all.

This family seemed to have a story no less than that of the royal family.

“Sir Jester.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“Your name is on the Baron’s mobilization list. I don’t think you can fulfill your duty with your current body. How about you pay your shield tax and get out of this call-up?”

Jester immediately shook his head.

“Thank you for your words, but I can still walk on my own legs, and I can still ride a horse and hold a spear. I will receive healing from the priest today, so I will be able to fight tomorrow, even if I am not completely fit. In a fight against the greenskins, numbers are more important than money. I cannot afford to be negligent as a knight.”

The tone was one of firm conviction.

While Valencianus was choosing his words, Tentia opened her mouth.

“The core of this operation is a cavalry charge followed by a dismounted battle. Sir Jester, I cannot do it in that body. If His Majesty Valen permits, I will take on the duty of the family.”

The tone was as if there was no choice and that this was reasonable.

Jester said with an incongruous smirk.

The daughter who returned after 10 years still couldn't lie.

“It is disloyalty for someone who already has a master to come forward, and it is an insult to carelessly take over the sacred duty of serving. Sir Tentia. Choose your words carefully.”

He did the same.

"father!"

Knights considered it a virtue to be honest about one's desires.

You could get what you want without lying.

“You’ve already been hurt once, so what are you saying? Take care of yourself!”

So I easily confessed my true feelings.

Tentia shouted so loudly that the red castle shook.

“Look what I’ve become! I joined the Empire’s greatest knights, became a sword expert, and now serve the Emperor. Do you still find me unsatisfactory?”

To her father who still doesn't look after her.

Jester smiled as if to say, “Why didn’t you come out like that a long time ago?”

“What is the meaning of faith and disbelief in the face of duty?”

When Tentia heard that, she looked at Valencianus.

It was a logic I had heard many times somewhere.

Valencian was also well aware of such a tone.

It was a word he used a lot when he was feeling down.

He interrupted at opportune moments and spoke monotonously.

“This family is just like our family.”

“I apologize for showing you such an ugly appearance, Your Majesty.”

“Sir Jester. Sir Tentia is the most talented knight I have ever seen.”

“I am grateful that you value a child who is lacking.”

“Can I talk to you for a moment?”

“A private meeting with His Highness the Grand Duke? It is truly an overwhelming feeling.”

* * *

Valencian was of imperial blood, and he was accustomed to speaking informally to those older than him.

“I understand everything.”

The image of Tentia, who was more skilled than his older brother even at a young age, and Jester, who was worried about who would become his successor, was vivid in his mind.

"yes?"

“But there are pitfalls to meritocracy. Don’t you know that?”