How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 157

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat Episode 157

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As I followed Venezion down the corridor behind the throne, I was blocked by the Encroachers and the Marquis' knights.

I threw my body to avoid the spiked feet that fell from above my head, and raised my sword to block the longsword that was slashing at me before my eyes.

“How dare you insult His Majesty Venezia!”

The Marquis's knight swung his sword with such force that it seemed as if it would split my head apart.

Card grab!

The blue mana blade swaying longsword was clearly a magical sword with several layers of magic attached to it.

“Ugh!”

Judging from the fact that it felt heavy like a sledgehammer despite not being that thick, I guess it was 'sharp', 'sturdy', and 'heavy'.

But my sword, 'Black Sword', was a treasured sword forged by the northern dwarves.

The black metal that the race of that ore touches naturally becomes imbued with mystery without the need for any special enchantments.

I took a step back and drew him in, while simultaneously bringing my sword down so that the tip of my sword extended forward, and twisted my wrist to stab him in the armpit.

"majesty!"

Sir Tentia grabbed me by the throat.

I rolled along the floor, drawn by an irresistible force, and then a three-toed foot slammed down where I had been standing.

"crazy."

Even the knights who were about to rush at me hesitated for a moment when they saw the invader.

It was about 3m tall, not that big compared to the other eroders here, but it walked on two legs and was still holding the same axe and spear it had used in life.

It looked like a mix of a chicken and a human, but its red eyes rolled around, making it look innocent at first glance.

“Kkokkagagagagagagak!”

Of course, it would have been a different story if the bastard had come swinging his axe like a pinwheel.

The Marquis's knight, unable to believe that a heavy infantryman would point a weapon at him, charged forward and swung his sword.

“… … It’s not good.”

bang!

A knight in full plate armor bounced away like a kicked ball.

Sword expert knights have the strength of dozens of men and are strong enough to crush commoner invaders, but the invaders who are sword users have strength that is one level higher than that of such knights.

At this, I winked at Lord Tentia and lit a flame on my palm.

“A flame that blooms while swaying.”

The true value of fireworks comes from control.

I lit a flame just as big as a bonfire and covered the devourer with it.

The creature's steely body was impervious to basic fire magic, but I forced fire into its eyes, beak, nasal passages, and ear holes.

“Find yourself in pain! You epitome of sin and corruption!”

The bastard swung his axe in a frenzy, and I blocked it with my sword, but was immediately pushed back.

It was then that Sir Tentia raised his sword.

“Whew.”

I didn't know what she talked about with her father and brother.

Don't. It was clear that a piece of foolishness had been stripped from her sword.

The mana blade, with its rich, blood-like texture, rippled, and the sword she raised above her head drew a brisk circle.

Thud, thud, thud, thud!

The bodies of the eroders, who had been cut down in succession in the red circle, were like banana trees hit by an axe.

Flesh and blood were splattered everywhere, and the eroder belatedly tried to resist, realizing that it was a diversionary tactic, but Sir Tentia's sword was already mercilessly tearing at the eroder's body.

thud!

Eventually, before long, the half-human, half-bird predator collapsed on the ground, bleeding profusely.

* * *

“Did you just see that?”

“I alone am taking out that eroder… … .”

“Can you penetrate that armor?”

The knights and soldiers of the Marquis who had been blocking us unconsciously took a step back, and she lifted her visor to show them her manly face and red eyes.

“Your lord has sinned against the god of light! Therefore, Archduke Valencian will hold a just trial by the authority of the saint, so do not oppose justice!”

To this, one knight responded by raising his face.

“Shut up! Do you dare insult His Majesty? Although it is shocking to learn that there are intruders operating in the court of Gremorius, our loyalty is unwavering.”

Sir Tentia took a step towards the numerous swords and axes.

“Do you think that a Marquis, famous as a wizard, didn’t know that there were so many Encroachers?”

Asking in a voice that didn't tremble at all.

"that……!"

“If you didn’t know, that’s incompetence. If you knew, that’s corruption! Can’t you get out of the way quickly?”

The three virtues of a knight are to follow his lord, serve the church, and protect the weak.

This is something I have ordered, and the saint is with me, helping the people of the Marquisate of Gremorius.

In a word, Lord Tentia was now in a state of ecstasy.

“My sword is accompanied by chivalry, so think about what you can do for House Gremorius! Your Majesty, stand close! I will pierce through you.”

She lowered her visor and charged at the dozen or so knights and what appeared to be a hundred hoplites.

Honestly, I wanted to grab that cloak and stop him right then and there.

I knew where the Marquis would run to, and I could just go around the corridor between the pillars instead of going straight for it.

But nothing could stop the romantic knight's sword.

“Ahahahahaha!”

Tentia Kyung swung the sword he held in both hands left and right, striking down the flying swords and axes.

Her sword did not waver one bit, and the weapons of the Marquis' knights and elite soldiers were filled with regret, confusion, and anxiety.

In a showdown between those with the highest level of skill, one beat can determine life and death.

What's more, if both of them were sword experts, there was nothing more to say.

Lord Tentia activated the Imperial Swordsmanship 'Ilche Gaego' and 'Asa'.

A red haze spread over her plate armor, and she accelerated even further.

I kicked the enemy's chest with my steel boots to open the way, and swung my sword as if it had eyes on its back to push away the weapons aimed at me.

“Your Majesty! More! Come on!”

I'm sorry.

I apologized to Lord Tentia in my heart.

The Marquis of Venezion is a key force in the anti-Jaerilis coalition, and as an encroacher he inflicts enormous damage on the Empire.

They were trapped in the fortress city, producing an endless stream of powerful aliens and invaders that would trample upon the empire.

“The tip of this body’s sword does not waver at all!”

So it is only natural that it should be removed as soon as possible.

“Your Majesty! Your Majesty! I will stop you here, so go quickly!”

But 'as of yet' nothing has happened.

That doesn't mean I'm trying to kill you just because of that.

'It seems that the power of the Marquis of Venice is so strong that even the veil of discrimination cannot fully reveal its true nature.'

That you lied again.

“Should I die?”

That Lord Tentia believes in it and is risking his life.

A hint of guilt rose again in my rotten and torn heart.

But it is the duty of every lord to ensure that his knight does not have to think about anything.

As I say this, I run into a hallway decorated with brass and copper.

“I will definitely kill the Marquis of Venezion and bring peace and stability to the Marquisate of Gremorius!”

Ah, if you change the Marquisate of Gremorius here to the Imperial Palace, it might not be completely wrong.

Chasing away the guilt with such pointless thoughts.

* * *

The palace, which was carved out of an entire volcano, was incredibly huge.

Hundreds of brass candles stood in the tunnel-like hallway decorated with red copper, glowing softly with a red metallic light.

Valencianus ran down the hallway, recalling the nightmare before his return.

'shit.'

At that time, it would take Jaylilith about a month to conquer one of the Empire's marquises.

Any army would fall apart in an instant as they flew through the sky, burning military supplies with their fire spears and destroying castle walls with their wrath spears.

Conquering for a month, staying for 1-2 years to stabilize, and then moving to the territory of another rebel lord was the routine until the 18th year of his reign.

… … The Gremorius family’s territory was not very large for a marquisate.

They had a firm grip on enough farmland to support the people who worked the ore veins and mines in the area, but they did not want to take more than that.

Yet it took her two years to set foot in the Marquisate of Gremorius and reach its capital, Cimmelion.

Hundreds of magical tools were stored in hundreds of fortresses, and sometimes demons, aliens, and denizens crawled out from the depths of the mines.

Kimelion added.

Jaerilis and Valencianus spent five winters in this city.

Maze-like tunnels, countless food, countless invaders, countless resistance fighters, countless foreign objects… … .

An endless stream of enemies crawled out of the underground tunnels.

'no.'

Even if I died and woke up, no. Since I died and woke up, I couldn't do that again.

thud!

The door closed in front of me.

It was a steel door that was over a span thick and had a locking latch as thick as a sledgehammer.

thud!

The door behind me closed too.

A closed corridor that reminds Valencian of a nightmare he is very familiar with.

'How many soldiers were lost like this?'

Cheeeeeeek!

Small holes next to the door opened, and white and green steam poured out.

The Marquisate of Gremorius was also renowned for its alchemy.

It was natural, since their livelihood was to efficiently extract minerals from rocks.

Valencian opened his yellow eyes vertically and smirked.

His hands were wrapped in scales, and they grew redder and redder.

In the Yongchan ritual, in 'Hwajeong', I did everything I could to strengthen my innate fire magic.

Thanks to the bloodline ‘Eternal Life’, my physical condition wasn’t bad today.

“Get out of the way. My knight is waiting.”

Boom!

The thick steel door was ripped open, and the alchemists who were injecting venom at the door screamed.

Valencian struck them one by one, knocking them unconscious, took all the poison from them, and then walked away.

It was a maze of corridors, but he knew where the Marquis would go.

* * *

Venice looked down upon her city from a balcony outside the palace.

Terrible screams could be heard and smoke could be seen rising from all over the city.

I knew that some erosion cults were active deep in the mines.

The tunnels of this city have been dug since the time when a foreign race ruled the world over a thousand years ago.

Eradication was impossible, and the best solution was to stamp them out so they wouldn't come up above ground.

Of course, it was definitely a shock that he came all the way to his palace and started flirting with the knights and wizards.

'I had a rough idea.'

When I think about it, most of them are rookies who recently joined or those whose skills improved overnight.

'You damned bastards. You've dragged me into this, so you're going to touch my knights too? Do you think I've dedicated this territory to your god?'

I guess I'll have to teach him manners.

After making that pledge, he looked at his left hand, which had turned black.

It wasn't terribly ugly, but it was more than enough to show evidence of erosion.

Of course, the purification worked as an attack, so it wasn't enough to kill even after purification.

In the first place, he was voluntarily eroded for the sake of knowledge, not because his mind was tainted.

If I wanted, I could give up some of my power and knowledge and escape the erosion right now.

But… … without this knowledge, it was impossible to defeat the Emperor.

To fight a god, you need godlike power.

“Marquis of Venice. I knew you’d be here. A great lord who thinks he’s innocent doesn’t hide or run away.”

Although a little tired, the arrogant voice still came through.

Venice turned around with a leisurely smile.

That smile wasn't something that was born with you or something that came from the heart, it was something that you worked hard to achieve.

“Call me Your Majesty, young royal.”

“Even if I am a Grand Duke in name only, I cannot say “Your Excellency” to the Marquis.”

Valencian, dressed in white, walked out onto the balcony.

His neatly slicked-back hair was slightly disheveled, his face and uniform were stained with soot, and the backs of his hands were covered in translucent, dark red scales.

He smiled wickedly and made the suggestion in a half-respectful tone.

“I didn’t know that such people were active in the Marquisate. If you pledge allegiance to His Majesty Emperor Jerilis, I will join you in suppressing the invaders. What do you think?”

He is an old nobleman who knows everything.

He is not the type of person who would just lie to get out of a situation.

Unlike before the return, the military has not yet been raised.

I have no expectations, but if by any chance you could give up revenge, it would be a great help.

Venice had a dignified sneer on its middle-aged face.

He raised his left fist and showed only the middle finger.

“Shut up, you snake.”