How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 149

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat, episode 149

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Valencian went out to the balcony with Jester and looked down upon the territory.

A young, white-haired, golden-eyed scoundrel, and a middle-aged, stubborn, red-eyed knight.

It was hard to find common ground between the two, but they strangely created an atmosphere that suited them both well.

It wasn't just the string called Tentia that connected the two.

Jester nodded when he heard about the trap of meritocracy.

“Your Majesty. Although this place is insignificant compared to the capital city of Soletaraon, it is still the land that my family has ruled for a thousand years.”

“There’s no need to be so critical. It’s a beautiful place.”

“Thank you. Yes. It’s a beautiful place. I can’t just split it in half and give it to you. … … It’s not because I’m stupid that I’m passing it on to my eldest son.”

Valencian admitted with a grimace.

“Yes. You know the analogy, right? The eldest son is good at swordsmanship, and the second son is good at administration.”

If there is a first son who is good at swordsmanship and a second son who is good at administration, who should be the successor?

This is a question of value judgment, and the answer varies depending on the times and circumstances.

Judgment is subjective, and subjective is assertion, and when the assertions of the royal family and nobles clashed, then war broke out.

But who comes first is really a matter of judgment.

So the royal family and the nobles actually set the conditions of succession as a matter of judgment.

So as to leave no room for dispute.

Jester treated Valencian with respect.

He was a knight among knights and loyal to his rank.

The fact that Valencian was my son did not matter at all.

“Yes, I know. Of course, both of my children are excellent swordsmen.”

Valencian muttered with regret.

“That’s why I thought it would be more ambiguous. Sir Tentia is a genius, but it seems that Sir Lentia is just as good.”

“Yes. There was a conflict in my mind. If Tentia inherited the family, the family name would be more famous, but there is no reason why Lentia should not inherit the family.”

He was the eldest and an outstanding knight.

“It’s my greed. I want to give you at least one more thing.”

“And always, because of that greed, I ruin things.”

Valencianus smiled bitterly, and Jester nodded.

Both were speaking from experience.

“One day I realized that if I kept these two kids together like this, I would be doing something I couldn’t do. I might see those two kids fighting over who would take over this land.”

His wrinkled face was filled with a sense of duty and stubbornness.

“What can I do? One of them has to be sent out. There was no reason for Lentia to leave. There was a reason for Tentia to leave. She’s the second.”

Valencian nodded silently.

Although he meant to understand, Jester mistook it for a rebuke.

“I couldn’t just send that talented kid off to get married. I sent her to the academy as if I was kicking her out.”

“Yes. I understand. But did you really have to send me away like that?”

Valencian thought it was a stupid question even as he said it himself.

At that moment, he realized the reality of the feeling that he and Jester had a strange connection with.

Because it was something he himself did every single day, as if he was breathing.

“I can’t make my brother resent me.”

That's right.

“You shouldn’t think that I’m being kicked out because of Lentia. She also lived an honest life and was an excellent knight, so why should she be blamed like that? That’s nonsense.”

“I agree.”

“But I can’t let myself blame myself. It’s my fault as the second born. My father and brother are both suffering because of me. What kind of nonsense is that?”

No one did anything wrong, but someone had to leave the family.

so.

“Someone has to draw their sword and take the blame. I wanted to live a life of poison. That damn corner of the house. I’ll definitely graduate at the top of my class at the academy, become a knight of the emperor, and rise to fame, then return home and smile at my damn father’s face! Like that.”

Jester spoke passionately, and Valencian smiled with satisfaction.

“Didn’t you come back like that? Sir Tentia graduated at the top of his class at the academy and joined the Platinum Knights, and he became so skilled that he could take on several knights of the Northern Grand Duke at once.”

“Your resentment is weak. You still have attachment to this corner of the house. Why do you have such deep affection for this old country boy?”

Valencian smirked and looked Jester up and down.

“He seems too strong for a country bumpkin. He must have been a heavenly father.”

“It’s a distorted memory from my childhood. It’s the same principle that a teacher becomes infinitely large in my mind. If I were to compete with that child now, I don’t know if I could compete with him five times.”

So, Jester continued, his voice cracking.

“Please let that child resent me to his heart’s content, Your Majesty. Then he will leave this rural village and become a big shot.”

“You value what you actually have in your hands more than your feelings. That’s the mindset of a great ruler. However, I would also like to advise you against going on an expedition. A cavalry charge is impossible with those legs.”

Valencian even considered kicking him in the shin again, breaking it.

It was not a situation where he had to leave Tentia's father and go to the front lines as an injured knight.

But Jester spoke with his red eyes gleaming manfully.

“I taught my children to do their duty, and now I am called.”

The look in her eyes was so similar to Tentia's that Valencianus couldn't refute it.

“When it comes to being faithful to one’s duty… … father and daughter are the same.”

“Hahaha. That’s a relief. I was worried it might turn out crooked.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You’re so sincere that you’re even taunting me.”

Jester concluded with a seasoned smile.

“Okay, then. Please take good care of that child.”

* * *

In the barley fields after the harvest, it was common to see children gleaning ears of grain, but not today.

The goblins who had set up camp in the forest would soon rush out, and the plains would be dyed in blood.

“Prepare all troops!”

Helena held up her baton, her blonde hair tied back tightly and her red eyes shining.

Goblin scouts appeared one by one along the forest border overlooking from the hill.

The distance to the forest is about 1km.

It was the perfect distance for a clean sweep with a cavalry charge.

On the command desk lay a large map and wargaming pieces, and on a piece of paper were written variables from several days of simulations.

Although she was tired, Helena's eyes were sparkling.

The moment she had been dreaming of was right before her eyes.

'It's real, it's real. It's a real battle. I'm the commander.'

Contrary to her rough and cold appearance, her heart was pounding like crazy.

'Victory and glory, blood and revenge! Friendship blossoms on the battlefield where life and death are at stake!'

How many novels have you read so far, and how many war games have you played so far?

'It's time to experience it now.'

“At noon, when the wind changes direction, Prince Valencian will fill the forest with fire and smoke. When the greenskins cannot hold out and rush out, the knights will charge and crush them.”

“Yes, Commander!”

The three barons and the twenty knights, along with the eighty squires and heavy cavalry they had brought with them, answered loudly.

“Those who try to escape will be suppressed by the pikemen and archers on both wings. The archers should target the boar riders or orc riders!”

“Yes, Commander!”

300 archers and 1,000 pikemen responded.

When you look at them moving as a single mass from the sky, they look like dark blue lines moving on a tan background.

Far away, at the edge of the forest, gray smoke began to rise.

In an instant, flames erupted, and thick smoke covered the forest like fog.

Among the soldiers, there were some who were already coughing even though they had wet towels.

“Oh.”

“As expected, you are a member of the royal family.”

“As rumored, you are a great wizard.”

Exclamations erupted from both soldiers and knights.

The elasticity was contrasted with a scream of bewilderment.

“Profit?!”

“Shhh!?”

The forest seemed to be in an uproar, and the greenskins came running out, tears and snot streaming down their faces.

There were many unarmed men running away in such a hurry.

Helena climbed onto her horse, grinning like a predator.

'My first battle will be an overwhelming victory!'

It seemed like we would be able to enjoy a splendid debutante and the ultimate steel ball.

“Do you all want revenge? Do you want to receive the blood of your parents and siblings who were injured by the orcs, or the crops and livestock stolen by the goblins?”

Her voice rang out shrilly.

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

“Then let’s go and get it now.”

She laughed heartily and spurred her horse on as she shouted.

I couldn't stop laughing, maybe because the blood was rushing through my head.

“Follow me!”

A fiery shout rang out to the knights, and about a hundred knights and cavalry began to charge.

Among them were Lentia and Jester.

* * *

After setting the fire, Valencianus began to return to his command center under the escort of Tentia.

Although they encountered a few orcs here and there, there was no match between the exhausted orcs who were coughing from the smoke and the knights wearing helmets enchanted with purification magic.

Occasionally, goblin wolf riders or orc boar riders would pop out, but they too could not avoid being cut in half by Tentia's sword.

“As expected, it’s amazing.”

“You are too kind.”

“Let’s go back quickly. You seem to be in a hurry.”

“Do you see it?”

“Isn’t it?”

Tentia once again admitted that she could not defeat the sophist Valencianus in a war of words, let alone in a war of words.

The golden-eyed royal family member, who had been cheerfully tossing his head back, stumbled as if his toes had been caught on something.

It seemed as if he was sarcastically asking if Jester was hurrying his steps because he was worried about his injured leg.

Tentia was horrified at how someone could ask such a question, and Valencian, thinking that this mistake could be taken as a serious insult, quickly coughed and changed the subject.

“That’s a misunderstanding! I also wanted to try a cavalry charge. Let’s go and prepare quickly.”

“Even if you go and prepare now, it will already be too late.”

“Then shouldn’t we participate in the Battle of Hama? That would be more worrisome.”

That was the point.

On a horse, you just have to sit with a splint, but during a hippopotamus battle, you have to run and roll.

"……thank you."

As Tentia pretended not to win, Valencian changed the subject once more.

“This time, there was almost no talk of cowardice or uprightness. I thought you would be terrified when I slapped the barons in the face.”

Tentia answered with an ominous feeling that she was about to be caught up in some kind of sophistry.

“They know that they have to be right and go back to unite the knights under them. If that’s what they want, what can I say?”

“How about setting fire to the forest?”

“Everything is fine against greenskins.”

“What about against the enemy?”

“It is cowardly to set fire when the enemy is trying to turn around. It is an acceptable tactic to set fire when the enemy is just holding out.”

Tentia answered without hesitation, and Valencian nodded.

“Then I hope I have a lot of opportunities to fight against demons and eroders. Whatever I do, I’ll be praised for my efficient tactics.”

It was a voice that made it hard to tell whether it was sincere or not.

Tentia decided now to just think of it as both.

"you're right."

Their conversation did not continue any further.

They had just reached the edge of the forest and were met with a sight of knights slaughtering greenskins in overwhelming numbers.

It was a showdown between the greenskins who were driven out without proper weapons and the heavily armed and demoralized knights.

It would be strange if it weren't so overwhelming.

It was ridiculous to worry about wolf riders or boar riders getting away.

The archers watched the rotation end without even pulling the bowstring once.

Helena cried out in excitement.

The spring sunlight shone through the curves of the brass armor that clung tightly to the body.

“Let the sweeping battle begin! Ride out into the forest with your hippopotamus! Slowly, calmly, advance with the knights and soldiers mixed together! Finish everything and be careful not to get hurt!”

A thousand soldiers, their weapons swapped for axes and spears, came down the hill, and knights dismounted with their swords drawn.

Tentia said as she led the procession with Valencianus.

“Your Majesty. Being a knight can sometimes be daunting and frustrating.”

Valencian opened his yellow eyes wide as if he had not expected it.

“I didn’t know Kyung-i would say something like that.”

“I think I made a mistake. I should show you something cool first so that Your Majesty can be persuaded.”

If you tell the romance of the knight, the duties that come with it will seem sweet.

She still didn't give up.

The determination to bring Valencianus into the world of light remained the same.

Tentia lifted her mask and smiled proudly.

“Let me show you the glory first, Your Majesty.”