How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 155

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat, episode 155

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According to the vassals' reports, Valencianus was riding on three wyverns with a party of only five.

He said that there was one knight from the Platinum Knights, one lightning wizard who was his half-sister, one administrator, one judge, and one man wrapped all over his body in an unidentifiable black robe.

Venice issued an order to refrain from any hostile action, and his loyal vassals treated Valencian and his party according to the customs of hospitality and imperial law.

He gave Wyvern an old lamb, and Valencian and his men a bed, a lamb, water, bread, and salt.

Valencianus, the brother of the accursed Jaerilis, was treated with respect, contrary to rumors.

“It is said that he went to bed early and set out as soon as the sun rose, did not shout for wine, and refused all the girls and boys who were brought along just in case.”

“Do you know why that little boy wants to meet me?”

At the voice of Venice, which was seeping with indescribable anger, the herald swallowed and simply relayed the words of the vassals.

“I’m sorry, but even those in the group were said to be confused.”

The Marquis nodded with a dignified, old look on his face and an unrefined expression on his face.

He too had shed a lot of blood in his 70 years of life, but this was the first time he had felt this much emotion.

'If I kill that guy, the devil might come to my parents' house. I don't care.'

He lost 50 years of dreams, his older sister, younger sister, and nephews who were like his own children, all in one day.

'I will make you feel the same pain. You, Emperor, are probably a living being who knows how to feel pain.'

Even in the midst of all this, his foresight signaled a crisis.

According to the network of intelligence he had laid over the capital for the past fifty years, Valencian was no fool, even if he was a scoundrel.

Even if he appeared to be a thoughtless brat, if he had survived under Jaylilith, it was clear that he had some form of competence.

'I'll check if the sword you're hiding is sharp enough to bring five people into the middle of my territory. Still.'

“Butler.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Send my grandchildren to a hideout near Wyvernpit. Do not let them come up until I personally order them to come back.”

“Yes, I understand.”

The butler faithfully carried out Venezion's orders as he had for decades.

It was a place intentionally designed to be like a prison, and the rule was that if a contemporary Gremorius acted against the imperial family, all of his successors would be imprisoned there.

Even if the current Gremorius were to die, this was to prevent the family from being destroyed by having his successor claim, "We resisted but were imprisoned."

“They say Valencian has arrived at Wyvernpit.”

“Okay. Let’s get ready to welcome him.”

Venice moved into the audience room.

* * *

The throne room of the Gremorius family was as magnificent as that of the imperial family.

The corridor dug deep into the side of the volcano was 12 meters high, 15 meters wide, and 500 meters long.

His throne was made of five metals: gold, silver, copper, iron, and lead, and his 200 enormous chandeliers were decorated solely with diamonds and white opals, without a single crystal.

“It won’t take that long.”

As the old man with a middle-aged appearance sat on the throne, the Gremorius family's troops began to move from the passageways on the left and right of the corridor.

“Knight Commander Zerpas. I hereby accept your orders.”

There were eighty knights in full plate armour plated with gold, and twice as many servants in full plate armour plated with gold and silver.

Here, the 'Knights' were those who had reached the 'Sword Expert' level and were skilled enough to handle the 'Mana Blade' like Tentia, and the Seeds were 'Mana Users' who trained to become such knights.

Up until that point, it was a shocking force, but then 500 elite soldiers wearing black iron plate armor were added.

“General Paoric. Here you are.”

They were all composed of 'mana users' who knew how to manipulate mana within their bodies, just like the seeds of the knights.

“Grand Warlock Solberius is the Lord of the Court.”

The sixty battle mages also wore armor or breastplates made of iron plates sewn together.

They carried several crystal balls storing mana to prepare for mana depletion, and they were Warlocks among Warlocks who had mastered swordsmanship to the point where they could fight two or three regular soldiers.

“We- we- we- we- came.”

The spirit masters were not many in number, but they all had confident smiles and shining colorful eyes.

The strange whispers carried by the wind were because the spirits they commanded sensed their murderous intent and tension, and they mourned mockingly for their enemies who would soon be torn to pieces by the order they were about to receive.

“Ahem.”

Finally, gathered around Grace were the paladins, purifiers, high priests, and bishops.

“Your Majesty, we are not your servants, but servants of light.”

The old high priest showed some discomfort to Venezion who called them like a hunting dog, but the seventy-year-old nobleman silenced the bishop with a gaze that was sharper than the black iron crown beneath it.

“If Valencian is seriously injured, we must save him.”

“… … Yes, Your Majesty.”

He didn't want to kill Valencianus, he wanted to harass Jerilis.

Therefore, that bastard archduke must never die.

Even if Valencian managed to break through them all and stand before him, it would be difficult for him to swing his sword at the knights gathered like a shield.

“He came.”

The servant came running and whispered.

At the end of that corridor, the door opened and a mere six people walked in.

Venezion looked at the six people with sparkling eyes like he was in his twenties.

'You came.'

The administrator and the judge had pale faces and were on the verge of fainting, and the man in black had his shoulders drooping as if he was very intimidated.

Venice didn't care whether such people lived or died, so the first one to stop the old nobleman's eyes was Tentia.

She was wearing a full-body plate armor made by the best wizards, using the best sorcery circuits engraved on the best steel, according to the will of the most powerful man on the continent.

The red ribbon hanging behind the helmet followed the nod of the head, and the red cloak, which seemed to have been enchanted with fire resistance, followed along leisurely like the setting sun.

As I watched him make eye contact with each of the 80 knights through the narrow gap between their helmets, I felt as if memories of the times when I would have paid a thousand gold coins to get one of those knights were coming back to me vividly.

“Duke Sereraji.”

The next person to catch the old noble's attention was a wizard with long blue hair and a blue robe.

He was a young legend who became a magician in his twenties and was rumored to awaken the dragon blood of the royal family and even use dragon language.

While Tentia continued her fight with her knights, locking eyes with them, Sereraji did not meet anyone with her cold face and different-colored eyes.

"joy."

"I……!"

Solberius, the greatest wizard of the Gremorius family, gritted his teeth at the arrogant attitude of asking who could be his opponent.

Venice silenced Solberius with a single glance this time and looked at Valencianus, who was at the head of the six men.

'She's just like my sister.'

Her platinum hair was slicked back in a frivolous and cheerful manner, and her eyes sparkled with a magical golden power.

As rumored, he was wearing a white uniform with a red belt and a sword slung at his waist.

As twins, they looked very similar in their clear skin, beautiful face, high nose, and red lips, but when compared to the cursed yellow devil, there was clearly a big difference in the aura they gave off.

The Jaerilis that Venezion saw on the day of the 'Bloody Coronation' was already a Swordmaster and a Grand Wizard, while Valencianus, regardless of the truth of all the strange rumors about him, was not yet a Swordmaster or a Grand Wizard.

But even in her languid state, she still had the same arrogant and cruel, dangerous and beautiful aura that attracted the attention of those around her.

Venice commanded his knights with a look of utmost satisfaction.

“Catch him and make him kneel before me. First, I will put out his right eye.”

If I kept tearing that damn archduke to pieces and reattaching him, I thought that this speed that felt like it was going to explode would calm down a little.

Zerpas stamped his heels on the floor to obey the order, and the knights in golden armor stepped forward one by one.

Valencianus reached out to the judge, who looked as if he might faint at any moment, with a mocking expression on his face.

The judge trembled and handed a scroll to Valencian, who unrolled it and cried out:

Venice refused to listen to his words at all.

Even if that scroll was not actually a document, but a magical scroll given to him by the yellow demon, his wizards could easily block the magic contained in the scroll.

“Venezion Kimelion Gremorius. You have colluded with the Encroachers, and you have been encroached upon yourself. I hereby revoke your marquisate!”

So when the white-haired grand duke shouted in a voice full of joy, I was a beat slower to understand what he meant.

"……what?"

He leaned forward, as if pulling the armrests of his throne closer.

At his questioning voice, the knights slowed their steps towards Valencianus.

Valencian held the scroll out in front of him with pride.

A madness flashed from his bright yellow eyes that made it impossible to read the next number.

“The saint will verify this!”

The next moment, he took off the cloak that the man following behind was wearing.

Jet-black hair, jet-black eyes, a height taller than Valencian, and a strong and deep face.

He looked more like a young knight than a saint, but the shining mark on his forehead was clearly a stigmata.

Venezion stood up from his throne made of five metals and tried to shout something.

A terrible sense of despair enveloped him.

"this-!"

But the saint was quicker to spread his splendid divine power in all directions.

Paaaaat-!

Suddenly, a bright light burst out, forcing everyone gathered there to close their eyes tightly.

Valencian, who was standing closest, had his black cloak wrapped around his eyes and was still shedding tears.

The Son of God prayed to his father and spread the 'curtain of distinction'.

The angry saint, who had been suffering from wyvern aerobatics all week, spread his curtains in anger, no, indignation, hoping that the Archduke Valencian would be revealed as the Encroacher.

The immense divine power formed a spherical ripple that extended 11km in diameter from the saint, sweeping through the entirety of Kimelion, the capital of the Gremorius family and the city of treasure.

Pupupupu!

And the appearance of the eroders who were active throughout the entire Kimelion was revealed.

* * *

“I knew this would happen.”

I looked at Tentia and Sereraji with a bright smile.

Before my eyes, an eroder was being crushed like a lobster that had failed to molt.

Because he had mutated while wearing armor that was enchanted with a magic circuit, his bulging flesh and muscles were crushed by the armor.

“If you brought me here as a comrade, I hope you will give me more advice next time. Even a worthless kid like you knows that if a genius like me dies in a place like this, it will be a loss to the empire.”

Sererajia prepared her 'magnetic field' with a sharp look, and Sir Tentia drew her sword and wrapped it around a red mana blade.

The saint collapsed on the ground due to fatigue from the flight and exhaustion of his divine power.

… … In fact, just sweeping this corridor would have been enough.

Of course, I had no intention of saying that and criticizing the saint.

Since the 'Veil of Discrimination' was meant to reveal the existence of all heteromorphs, my pupils were also split vertically.

“That’s too bad.”

Mateos said that as he looked at me, who had no tentacles, no flesh, and no eyeballs growing.

I think I know what you were thinking, but I'll have to practice my spins on the way back.