How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 154

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat Episode 154

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My plans required a high-ranking priest, such as Saint Matthew or Bishop Hong.

Since I was going to ride a wyvern, I thought it would be better to take along Mateos, who already had experience.

Of course he would scream again this time to make that wonderful voice hoarse, but it didn't matter because I wasn't the one screaming.

That's right.

If there's one problem, it's that I've been completely 'imprinted' on the Gwangmyeong Church since the Alzenversa Monastery incident last time.

Of course, internally, I had been talking to Bishop Hong of Argos, but externally, I had kidnapped the saint for over a month.

As if that wasn't enough, he even showed off a rude performance by riding a wyvern, which was looked down upon in the church, and flying all the way to the wall, and hanging the saint in the air.

The aftermath of the riots caused a small riot that brought people all the way to the palace.

There are probably many people who already know that I have been excommunicated.

So, I was in a situation where I couldn't confidently enter the cathedral, meet the saint, and then tell him that we should go to the Marquisate of Gremorius together.

As soon as I got near, the knights would come running with their eyes burning brightly, demanding that I wash away my sins with something like, 'a formal but actually very, very painful penance.'

But I had to let the saint come out, not me.

Although I had sent a letter through the imperial servants yesterday, explaining the situation and the plan, and giving some assurances, I could not expect that Matteos would come out obediently.

The pride of the Gwangmyeong Church was pride, but Saint Matthew was a very busy person.

He performed miracles by reviving people who would normally die if purified, and in return, he went around in all directions purifying people who had been unintentionally eroded.

He didn't have time to listen to the persuasion to go to the Marquisate of Gremorius for a month, let alone do so.

So I have no choice but to resort to somewhat unconventional means.

* * *

Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding… … .

It was timed to coincide with the end of a special fundraising mass he was hosting for the aristocracy of the capital's court.

The maids and servants of the noble families flocked to serve their masters, young ladies, and young masters.

Rudy naturally blended in, following behind Mateos as he went out the side door to get some fresh air.

The saint's senses were on par with the sword master's, but with the scent of incense, the bustling footsteps of nobles and maids, and the afternoon bells saturating his senses of smell and hearing, it was impossible to keep a close eye out for even one maid who was everywhere.

Even more so if the maid is a trained mana user and is wearing a silver magic ring.

“Saint! I’m sorry!”

Rudy lifted the saint up and simultaneously poured mana into the 'Blessing of the Wind' ring and the 'Birth of the Birds' ring, then ran towards me as if flying, as I was waiting at the corner of the street.

“Archduke Valen! Have you kidnapped me again? Is kidnapping priests your hobby?”

Mateos struggled, but he had heard his own advice and did not truly rebel.

“Now that I think about it, the idea of kidnapping and deporting Bishop Hong was very warm! How rude is it to steal a saint like a kitten?”

He just looked at me and distorted his deep and stern face.

I laughed heartily and consoled him.

“Didn’t I give you a generous amount of smuggled tobacco? With that money, no one in this area would have starved for months. Why are you so obsessed with fundraising?”

Mateos raised his thick eyebrows and his deep eyes flashed with righteous anger as he rebuked him.

“The price of grain has skyrocketed because the Grand Duke has bought up all the grain in the central region! Orphans and widows are all on the verge of starvation. Where is the imperial family that engages in usury against its own subjects?”

"yes?"

I bought grain?

Now that I think about it, I think Jayliless said something similar.

I'll have to come back and check.

I didn't know anything, so I just shrugged.

Mateos opened his mouth wide as if he had taken it to mean something else, and tried to recite the Lord's Prayer in anger. I grabbed the reins with my right hand and put two fingers of my left hand into Mateos' mouth.

“Agak?!”

Mateos looked at me with an expression as if he had seen something truly incomprehensible.

The sight of the strong, dark, handsome man's eyes opening was worth seeing, but I spurred my horse on as the knights and angry citizens rushed towards me from behind.

“Ehhhhhhh!”

I could hear the distant voice of Rudy, masked, riding behind me, reciting a prayer of repentance.

“Oh, Light. I have committed an indelible offense against your son… … .”

Mateos was also a man of compassion.

The saint answered the maid's sweet voice, full of guilt, with affection and dignity.

“Lamb. It is not the sword that kills, but man. You, who were struck, are not guilty. On behalf of the Father who is light, I forgive you. Lift up your head… … ?”

For a moment, when I turned my head, Mateos' words stopped for a moment.

“… … Grand Duke Valen. Where are we going now? I think we’ve been here before.”

I smiled cheerfully and answered.

“Of course it’s a wyvern fit, right?”

The Black Saint's mouth opened again, and sentences full of anger and shock poured out.

“You! You serpent and devil’s son and daughter! You who are eroded by the chaos and confusion of the past! Where are you taking me, whose father is the Lord of Light? How can I entrust my body to that beast with its terrible wings and its vicious mouth, full of the products of the eight deadly sins?”

“Saint! Will the Lamb become the Daughter of Chaos in less than a minute?”

Rudy's face turned pale, and I laughed as he walked away.

* * *

Before House Gremorius took over the abandoned fortresses, mines, and palaces hundreds of years ago, the land was home to a thriving dwarven kingdom.

Before the demons of the underworld and the great greenskin horde laid waste to the dwarven kingdom, it was one of the greatest mining cities on the continent.

The first Gremorius defeated the descendants of the greenskins who had destroyed the mining city, slew the demons of the underworld, and taught the dwarves who had come to reclaim their ancestral lands to him in metallurgy and forging.

Although the Gremorians suffered many invasions after that, the fortresses built by the dwarves were as majestic as those to the north.

They lived like turtles with a spring inside their shell that never runs dry.

The fortress was strong and the mines were deep.

Since they were already wealthy, they did not covet more, and since they were already safe, they had no need to threaten others.

That was the case until the birth of Gremorius this time.

Venezion Kimelion Gremorius.

He was a great lord, wearing a black iron crown that shone black over his beautiful black hair, just like his father and grandfather had done.

Unlike previous lords who only cared about the profitability of their mines and the thickness of their fortress walls, living as kings in a well, he was deeply interested in the happiness of his people, their culture, history, and magic.

“Don’t overdo it. This month’s goal is to get 80% of the delivery done.”

“But the profit… …!”

“The health of my people is more important than profit.”

“… … I will accept it.”

“I heard that they are still using the passage that the dwarves used.”

“Considering safety, the middle ground is too much. Their technical skills are still beyond our reach… … .”

“Put up some braces and widen the passage. No matter how precious the gem mine is, we can’t have children under the age of ten crawling around in it.”

"……All right."

“Let’s hold a festival this spring, too. So that the people of Yeongji can wash off the dust and wear fancy suits and bright dresses.”

“Yes! Let’s try it!”

The vassals and retainers who had been hesitating for a long time soon came to know the new lord's true feelings.

The new lord was a much more 'worthy' lord than the previous Gremoriuses who had lived and died surrounded by gold in their fortresses.

“Our lord is a noble and wise man.”

“I can’t tell you how much better my life has become thanks to you.”

“Your hobbies are noble. How can magic and deciphering gore be hobbies for an ordinary person?”

“The lords of the past were obsessed with mines and gold, and whipped them to dig deeper. As expected, the higher-ups said that work and hobbies shouldn’t be the same. Hahahaha.”

He had hobbies that he could enjoy without having to rule the people of the land, and he achieved something of his own as a mixed race person.

“It was the dwarves who summoned the demons. Their greed to dig deeper ruined everything.”

He was able to interpret records from over a thousand years ago through self-study alone.

A new wind blew into Yeongji, where happiness was increasing beyond counting.

* * *

“His Majesty the Emperor’s Secret… … .”

“If it’s too much of a burden, you can send a collateral relative.”

“Isn’t there an empty seat behind you?”

'I will take this opportunity to establish a deep connection with the royal family and go out. I cannot endure this fortress forever.'

Grace's foresight and long records gave him a clear view of the near future.

'In the past 100 years, the number of annual demonic appearances has nearly tripled. Compared to 300 years ago, it's more than 10 times more.'

As time goes by, the number of eroders and demons will increase, and one day the walls of that fortress will collapse.

His father, his grandfather, and countless other ancestors had held out, hoping that day would never come in their generation, but he was different.

'We have to go out. We have to develop an aggressive policy based on a stable base. We can't survive here alone.'

He sent his younger sister and older sister to establish blood ties with the imperial family.

“Sister. Gray. Listen to me. You two must lead the social circle. Join the mainstream faction and create a spirit of innovation. Only when the royal family, the high lords, and the church come together can we stand against the invaders and create a better world.”

Contrary to fears, his two older relatives got along well.

“Oh my god! Is there a diamond this big?”

“If you wish, I can give it to Youngae Besen as a gift. Hey, don’t refuse. I’m sure you’ll want to wear this tiara with someone who suits you.”

“I would also like to return the favor. Is there anything you would like?”

“Then. This time in the Imperial Diet… … .”

With the enormous support of Venice, the two became high society figures and then high society titans.

She enjoyed the emperor's favor and had many intelligent sons and daughters, who became the crown prince's closest associates.

“Your Highness the Crown Prince.”

“You can call me by my name when we’re together.”

“!”

“I can always trust you, my siblings. If there’s a position you want, just tell me. When I become the emperor, we’ll lead the empire together.”

“I want to take on the foreign ministry. I want to negotiate with the nobles and bring benefits to the imperial family.”

“I want to be a count of the palace! I want to rule the capital and be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor.”

My siblings represented my mother's voice, and those two mothers represented the voice of Venice.

The Crown Prince and his siblings had grown up, and Venezion, who was old enough to be their father, had also become a respectable middle-aged man.

One day, like any other day, I received a letter from my older sister and younger brother.

[1 A divine being has entered the Prince's faction.

14 years old. They say she survived in the basement of the palace magic workshop. There's no detailed information yet, but she's said to resemble His Majesty.

[I'm worried about the funeral because I'm good at kendo and magic.]

It won't work with mediocre poisons or assassins.

He is already a great swordsman.

I sent it several times, but it all failed.]

To this Venice replied:

[Okay. I'll send the Iron Masked Sword Demons.

Could you please tell me your name in the next letter?

I know I'll never hear it again, but it still makes me curious to see them talking like that.]

How could I forget that name?

[Jay release.]

That name changed everything.

Months later, Venezion saw the heads of his sisters, nieces, and nephews cut off by Jerilis.

“That Jaylilith’s older brother… … is coming to my territory?”

He still wore his black iron crown over his beautiful black hair.

Only the eyes remained cold and settled.

“Yes. Tell him to come. Take him to the innermost part of this fortress. He will gladly accept you. I will show him how cruel the dwarves’ torture methods are.”