How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 151

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat, episode 151

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Honestly, I thought this was crazy.

Sir Nana Tentia was not a man who would risk his life for two hundred soldiers.

Strictly speaking, it was dereliction of duty for Tentia, the escort knight, to go fight me without me.

Still, I don't regret not retreating back then.

I think both Tentia and I were a little emotionally excited.

It was always like that, Tentia, and I too knew how maddening the cheers of the battlefield could be.

Even when peaceful times came, the knights could not forget the cheers and created jousting competitions, and the bourgeoisie simplified the jousting competitions and created something called a 'sport'.

Things like soccer, which is kicked with the feet, basketball, which is thrown with the hands, and cricket, which is played with a bat.

When you perform well in sports, lead your team to victory and receive cheers from the fans, you can't help but feel overwhelmed.

Incomparably more stimulating and brilliant was becoming a knight and dominating the battlefield.

The cheers of sports fade away when the game is over, but the cheers of battlefields remain forever as status, medals, swords, fiefdoms, and songs.

I too knew the cheers that Sir Tentia received.

So I admired it, was emotional, and couldn't make rational decisions.

It was natural for Lord Tentia to lose his mind.

I couldn't hope to maintain my sanity after seeing my father collapse and bleed before my eyes.

“I want you to die painfully. I will burn your soul. How does it feel to have your eyes boiling? Your wings burning like moths to a flame. Do you dare to fly to the sky?”

I was in the middle of the forest laughing like crazy, swearing, and creating a fire of dragon language.

I blocked the black feathers flying from the eroders with my scaly left arm, and split their heads with my sword, 'Heukru'.

Eroded orcs block the path of Tentia.

I created a 'fire wave' and shot it forward.

A wall of fire over 5 meters high shot out, sweeping trees fell down in flames, and the eroders staggered and danced as they burned.

Kaaaak-!

Kaaaak-!

Sir Tentia's armor and cloak remained unharmed in the flames.

He looked like a legendary warrior, charging towards the evil orc warlock in his brilliant platinum armor and flowing red cloak.

The orc shaman chanted a spell, and the dead goblins and orcs rose one by one and took up their weapons.

The orc warrior that Lord Tentia had beheaded also took up his glaive again, his head tucked under his armpit.

“Do the dead desire the world of the living? Do you think there is any place for you in this world? Turn to ashes and disappear.”

I conjured flames like a mad dragon and shot out 'fire spears'.

The Orc Warchief was blown up and the encroachers in the area were turned into roast crows.

My heart was so hot, I wanted to just sit there.

My insides sizzled, as if I had swallowed a hot potato.

The towel wrapped around his neck had no ash left, and the ground beneath his feet was boiling.

“Lord Tentia!”

Dozens of Encroachers swarmed around the black-winged orc shaman.

Tentia Lord swung his 'Hwahan' and struck the necks of the eroders, but the eroders simultaneously fired mental waves as if they were singing in unison.

Kaaaaaaaaaaaaah-!

Kaaaaaaaaaaaaah-!

Kaaaaaaaaaaaaah-!

Even I, who was on this street, felt my head ringing.

Sir Tentia staggered and stopped for a moment.

I could see blood dripping from under her veil, burning in an instant.

I created a 'spear of fire' and threw it, but the orc shaman blocked it by swirling black feathers in the air like a shield.

And then he used the 'Shock Wave' spell on Sir Tentia.

The spell, which straddles the line between destruction and spiritualism, boasted the uncanny ability to pierce through armor and attack the person inside.

Translucent black aura and feathers swirled, and Sir Tentia was lifted up, flying over 10 meters before rolling on the ground.

* * *

Valencian ran to support Tentia, not caring about the invaders rushing from behind.

The future sword master had to be careful with every finger.

“Sir! Are you okay?”

“Your Majesty. Yes. It’s fine.”

“Should we retreat at this point?”

“Yes, Your Majesty. I think we have had enough time.”

“Okay. Then… … .”

“Now all that remains is a question of pride.”

Tentia cut him off, raising her face shield.

Red eyes pierced through him, and Valencian felt a cool sense of liberation for a moment.

“Your Majesty. If we charge forward this time, I think we can break through.”

Tentia smiled proudly, stood up again, and raised her sword.

“I would like to present this honor to Your Majesty.”

She killed two of the attacking ravagers, leaving Valencian looking puzzled and confused.

“What does that mean?”

“Your Majesty, I will ask you one more time. Wouldn’t you like to do something knightly?”

He thought he had to keep Tentia's mouth shut.

“Don’t you desire the glory of running alone toward the enemy when everyone else is retreating, risking your life and beheading the enemy general?”

Because those words made me look back on what I had already put down.

“I told you on the ship. Your Majesty, though not a knight, was a great duke. I know that too. Your Majesty is not a villain to the core. I mean, he is not someone who can burn his life for personal glory and honor like me.”

but.

“I hope you will come to know how enjoyable it is to live so simply and passionately.”

I think I know what you're trying to say.

“Your Majesty. It’s just you and me here. Please decide as you wish.”

You know how much fun that is.

He was seduced by the most loyal and chivalrous of knights.

Valencian shouted with an uncharacteristically proud air.

“Let’s cut off that monster’s head and make it better.”

The archer and the knight charged into the enemy lines.

Valencianus fired 'fire spears' and 'flame waves' to disrupt the psychic waves of the encroachers, while Tentia cut her way through the midst of the melee.

“Now! Your Majesty!”

At that bravery, the orc shaman was taken aback and began a long cast to raise more of the devourer army, but Valencianus shouted.

“No!”

A blast of wind shot out from under his shoes, and his body was launched 15 meters away in the blink of an eye.

Boom, bang!

He ran forward, stepping over the heads of the Encroacher Orcs like stepping stones, and brought his blazing mana blade down on the orc shaman's neck.

Kaang!

The sorcerer blocked Valencian's sword with his staff adorned with skulls and antlers.

Green mist and black feathers swirled, pushing away the mana blades and flames.

The orc shaman shouted, as if speaking from a thousand mouths simultaneously.

“You! Descendant of Soletaras! You are hindering us once again!”

Valencian knew that those were not the words of the orc shaman.

Beyond the red eyes of the orc shaman, he read the presence of the great beings that watched this world with interest, and the encroachers who had sold their souls to those beings.

For a moment, I was dizzy from the sight of that huge presence.

“You keep interrupting me.”

A manly voice brought him back to reality.

Tentia, who had cut through hundreds of enemies, took up the red mana blade blazing sword.

She still glowed despite the countless scratches on her platinum armor.

Phew!

'Hwahan' stabbed the orc shaman in the stomach, and the strength left the shaman's thick arms.

Valencian twisted his waist and performed an imperial swordsmanship.

Imperial Swordsmanship Level 1, Ichigo.

Everything was an amplifier that meant suffering.

In an instant, mana swelled within his body, assisting each and every muscle fiber, and the 'Black Tower' was swung fiercely.

Tsukaaaaak!

The orc shaman's head rolled across the floor.

“Long live His Majesty Valencian!”

Tentia knelt before him and offered his head.

Valencianus raised his head as he looked at Tentia and the frenzied encroachers.

The enemy's screams were soon cheers, and it was not because he was a fool that the crow's cry sounded sweet.

“Sir. I really have to go now.”

Tentia said as she watched the incoming invaders.

“I’ll break through. Just stick close.”

Valencian shook his head and stood next to Tentia.

“No. Let’s do it together.”

* * *

It rained.

The mana-infused flames could not be extinguished by water, but that did not mean they would burn forever.

“Bring your majesty!”

“Two people came out!”

“Sir Tentia! Are you okay?”

Valencian and Tentia exhaled heavily, recalling the waves of eroders that had somehow managed to break through.

Every time a raindrop fell on his heated armor and body, steam rose up.

“Hehehe.”

"majesty."

The knights and squires, blessed by the priest, returned into the forest to destroy the remnants of the encroachers.

Helena was running around, building a siege, protecting the priests, and encouraging the soldiers.

It wasn't easy, but it looked like a lot of fun.

Tentia took off her helmet and got caught in the rain.

The heat trapped inside the armor rose up in wisps.

There was a pleasant fatigue on his manly face.

A knight among knights, a knight who values honor more than life, he was like Tentia.

She turned her head and looked at Valencian.

The boy archduke, whose thoughts were unknown, was looking up at the sky, smiling cheerfully.

There was not a hint of bitterness or bitterness in the smile he wore, and his eyes, as if recalling a fierce moment, were also full of life.

Tentia looked at Valencianus, her armor clanking.

She gave Valencian the head of an orc shaman.

Valencian hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

"majesty."

“Sir. Aren’t we alone now?”

“You have to finish it.”

Valencian said with a faint smile.

The golden eyes were beautifully curved.

“I admit it. Being a knight is truly enjoyable. Without thinking about anything, just cutting down the enemy in front of you again and again… … I also wanted to live that simply and passionately.”

That was not possible.

He swept his rain-soaked hair back to keep it from falling forward.

To appear cheerful and indifferent.

“I will never forget the chivalry you showed me.”

Valencianus placed the orc sorcerer's head into Tentia's hands, and raised her hand in a flash, shouting:

“Sir Tentia has caught the Orc Warlock!”

Shouts erupted from all directions.

Tentia looked into Valencianus' inhuman eyes, his pale cheeks, and his white uniform.

If this was his choice, then he had to follow it now as a knight.

His lord seemed to want to have glorious knights rather than be glorified himself.

What made Tentia both happy and sadder than anything else was that Valencian was a man who knew chivalry.

Tentia raised her hand in the air.

“Waaaaaaaaaah!”

“Long live Lord Tentia!”

“Tentia Sir has defeated the eroders.”

What does it mean to turn the cheers you could have received onto others?

What emotions, what loyalties, what memories make a person so detached and delicate?

I was really curious about that, but I was afraid that I shouldn't know.

I just wanted to stay by his side and help him get a little more glory.

* * *

On the terrace of the Red Castle, Valencianus and Jester conversed.

“Your daughter saved my life and two hundred soldiers.”

“I hate to say this, but I thought you could do that much.”

“Is that so?”

Jester smiled happily.

“I told you, I can no longer deal with more than five. And you saved His Highness the Grand Duke’s life and even killed the Encroacher. You were truly a knight. You were much better than me, who was struck by a mental wave and fell.”

Valencian asked cautiously.

“Isn’t that empty and disappointing?”

“There is no parent who does not feel bitter when their child leaves their hands. However, there is nothing more rewarding than raising a child who is better than oneself. Your Majesty, you will come to know this one day.”

Jester spoke calmly, controlling his emotions.

Valencian nodded.

“So you sent him away.”

Jester answered without hesitation.

“It’s hard to learn more than I can teach you in this countryside. The Capital Sword Academy is full of weaklings, but the Four Great Knights are different. Besides, if you join them, you can serve His Majesty the Emperor. It’s fun to look down on your subjects as a vassal knight, but it’s even more rewarding to look up and serve His Majesty as a vassal knight.”

“I know what you’re saying. You weren’t planning on saying that? You’re going to become a bigger player.”

Jester chuckled.

“Even if I heard it, it would sound like an excuse. I told you. No matter how possible it may be, in the end, what you did was send a fifteen-year-old child to the capital alone.”

“Didn’t you ever think that you would be resented?”

Jester shook his head at Valencianus' question.

That wasn't an answer to the question, it was a denial of the question itself.

“All children resent their parents. If you give them freedom, they feel lonely, and if you keep them company, they feel frustrated. And when they reach their forties and have raised a child of their own, they naturally come to understand. They realize that it was their job to accept their resentment.”

“It’s a dangerous thing to say, but it’s true.”

Valencian asked no more questions.

He spoke towards the bottom of the balcony, which was covered with ivy.

“Oh, sir. That’s so.”

For a moment, a twitch appeared on Jester's face.

It was a cramp that looked just like a tentacle.

"……majesty."

“It’s a coincidence.”

“I understand why the people of the capital call you a loser.”

“Please come up to my room tonight. The two of us can talk.”

Jester laughed as if he had been hit with a bullet, and Valencianus added urgently.

“Just in case, don’t even think about giving her the territory back or anything like that. She’s my knight.”