How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 158

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat, episode 158

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Valencian looked at the finger and burst into laughter.

Her red lips and pale cheeks were curled up.

“Hahahaha.”

The Marquis of Venice was such a person.

A lord who loved his land and his people, and a leader of the crown prince's faction.

An ambitious man who once came close to holding the future of the empire in his hands, but whose 50-year-old ambition was shattered by a single person.

Despair turned the ambitious man into a vengeful spirit.

So much so that he reached out first to the eroding sect he despised.

“The Marquis of Venice.”

“It’s long.”

Venice resolutely rejected Valencian's earnest and beautiful voice.

“You’ve only called my name so far. Please listen a little longer.”

But the white-haired, golden-eyed Grand Duke was not that intimidated.

“I said it was long.”

“If you die like this, what are you going to do with your children? You have grandchildren whom you would love to put in your eyes.”

The Marquis of Venice did not bat an eye at the rude manner in which he spoke of his blood relatives.

“It’s still correct. Who would kill me without permission? Besides, those kids were locked up for trying to stop me from becoming a predator. Even if I die today, nothing will happen to our family.”

A strange look appeared on Valencian's face.

As expected, he was an old nobleman who would remain active in the forefront for several decades to come.

Venice continued speaking leisurely.

“You won’t be able to stay here for a thousand years either. Whether I live or die, you will eventually leave this place, and my vassals will put this black iron crown on my grandson.”

Even if his revenge fails, he cannot destroy what he loves.

“Young man, remember this. If you think about the life after revenge, revenge is not something you can do.”

Brown eyes flashed, and Valencian felt as if he had been hit hard on the back of the head with a wooden club.

It was something he had said to many people many times before his return.

“Wow. You’re really more energetic now.”

Venezion took his back off the railing and took a step forward.

“I don’t know how you knew there were intruders in my court.”

The atmosphere was such that it was unclear who was coming to catch whom.

“I don’t know how you knew I was dealing with the eroders.”

When Valencian heard those words, a bitter smile appeared on his face again.

“But, what do facts really matter in the first place? From what I can see, it looks like you came here with the intention of killing me from the beginning.”

An old nobleman who had been swaying the capital's social circles behind the scenes for 50 years said so.

Every movement, from shrugging his shoulders to waving his fingertips, was imbued with the leisure and dignity of a great nobleman.

Valencian nodded, his golden, vertically slit eyes flashing.

He ran his dragon-scaled hands through his disheveled hair and smiled cruelly and frivolously.

“As your ambassador, I have a proposal for you. I will give you a 5% tax cut for 10 years. Swear allegiance to His Majesty the Emperor.”

It was a frivolous and arrogant voice.

“I refuse.”

“I’ll give you one more. I’ll build you a duty-free trading city on the river below with imperial money. Pledge your allegiance.”

But it was strangely desperate.

“I refuse.”

“Aren’t you annoyed by the imperial counts next to you? I won’t say anything even if you capture and eat up to three of them through territory wars for the next 50 years. Swear allegiance to me.”

It almost looked like it was going to rain.

“It’s long.”

“If there is anything you wish for, please tell me. I will do my best to be the Emperor’s hand and foot and grant it.”

“There is only one thing I wish for, Jaylilith. It is the death of that self-proclaimed emperor, who is so unsatisfactory that no matter how much you chew him up, he will not be satisfied.”

Valencian's voice cracked faintly.

“Other than that… is there anything else you wish for?”

Venice gave a cold sneer to the middle-aged man's face.

“What do you think I wish for?”

Only then did Valencianus' eyes begin to sparkle with life.

It seemed like he was relieved, as if he had cut off all his attachments, but paradoxically, he also seemed frustrated.

“Yes. If you absolutely refuse to be loyal, there is no need to keep you as a vassal.”

The Duke of Tara ran forward, his hands covered in dark red scales in front.

“Die here today. Before it gets any worse.”

A knight in golden plate armor leapt from below the balcony and stopped him.

“How dare you!”

It was the commander of the Gremorius Knights, Zerpas.

* * *

Kwajik!

It was the sound of a hammer striking my left arm.

"world!"

The dark red scales were raised and cracked.

As if to prove his ability as the commander of a knighthood of a great marquisate that was like a small kingdom, Gerpas was terribly strong.

He charged forward, swinging a hammer with one hand like a whirlwind that was 1.4 meters long and weighed over 5 kg, and blue mana blades were clearly visible on the six viciously protruding horns.

The cracks on my scales looked like they could pierce even the armor of a knight with one hit.

“I’ll crush that half-assed head of yours!”

Phew!

Phew!

He swung his hammer with a terrible crack.

A piece of flesh fell off the tip of my nose where it had been lightly brushed.

now!

But I rushed at him, aiming for one of his exposed thighs and armpit.

"this guy!"

Phage crackle!

I had to retreat in a hurry to avoid the left gauntlet with the 'Shock Lightning' spell engraved on it.

“It’s so fu*king fast!”

He had already been using the 6th level of Imperial Swordsmanship, 'Asa', but there were no visible weaknesses.

It wasn't my lack of skill; it was just that Gerpas was strong.

There was nothing I could do as the large, distracting mass closed the distance between us in the blink of an eye, taking only a few steps.

If only the armor had been a little weaker, it would have been possible to catch him by burning him with flames from afar, but his armor was of high quality and was full of sorcery circuits.

Weak points such as the elbows and the back of the knees were covered with metal plates, and to prevent swords from being stabbed through the gaps in the armor, armor with many small holes was used.

If you cover it up with something like that, your vision might get a little darker.

“Oh my gosh!! How cruel! You are a wicked royal who enjoys sadism!”

Kang, Kaga River, Kaga River!

Gerpas blocked all of my sword strikes aimed at his neck, shoulder, armpit, waist, and inner thigh.

It was clear that the helmet had the ‘spell of expanded vision’ engraved on it, just like the helmet of Lord Tentia.

"shit!"

I took three steps back and caught my breath.

Even before the regression, he was quite strong, and after the regression, he grew like crazy using his experience, but that captain probably held a sword longer than me, including the 40 years before the regression.

Besides, after I had Yongchan, I strangely became less interested in swords.

Why swing your sword around so hard when you can just endure it with your body and burn it with fire? It's the same arrogant thought.

That's why Lord Tentia said that there are no swordsmen who have reached the highest level, and many knights are reluctant to use offensive magical tools.

If you only think about the achievements of the sword, it is actually better to not have armor at all.

… … Judging from the random thoughts that come to mind, it seems like life is worth living.

Yeah. I'm starting to get a rough idea of how to win.

“Yes. I am a wicked prince who enjoys sadism! You and your master will both die in agony!”

I stirred up the spirit of the verb.

Dark red scales covered both arms, extending over the shoulders and up to the neck.

It gives you an unfounded and arrogant confidence that you can block any attack.

Taat, he unleashed the first stage of the Imperial Swordsmanship, and kicked the ground head-on.

Gerpas measured the distance with his left hand and raised his hammer with all his might.

I raised my left arm and blocked the hammer.

A vicious lump of metal with six horns struck my arm.

Bam!

There was a sound like wood snapping, scales as hard as armor engraved with magical circuits crumbled, and elbow joints rolled down.

“Ugh!”

I groaned and grabbed the spot between the armpits of Zerpas's right breastplate with my hot right hand and cut it down.

My hands, heated by the flames of the dragon's words, tore the leather belt connecting the front and back plates of my breastplate, and I rolled on the floor while holding onto my breastplate.

“Ugh!”

Gerpas struck me in the heart with the spike on the back of his hammer.

puck!

The dark red scales shattered in an instant, and the vicious spikes entered and exited my body the size of a fingertip, but I eventually tore off the front plate of his breastplate.

“Sharp stabbing flames!”

“Inom!”

Now all that's left is to burn it to death.

Zerpas rushed at me with a scream of urgency unlike any he had ever heard before.

As a Sword Expert of the Higher Level, his physical abilities were amazing, but it wasn't enough to subdue me in one go after I had performed the Yongchan ritual.

Arrows of fire and spears of fire fly through the sky, their tongues flickering.

“A flame that burns like a furnace!”

The armor glowed red as the chest plate was damaged and its magic resistance was reduced.

“A flame that clings earnestly!”

A sticky river of flames clung to Zerfas's quilt.

“Wow!”

Even in that situation, the Knight Commander charged forward swinging his hammer.

Tongues of flame flickered through the gaps in the plate armor.

I felt like giving them a heartfelt applause for their noble spirit and loyalty.

I shook my head as I pulled out the black sword.

“This body is the Grand Duke of the Empire.”

Zerpas's hammer flew towards my head.

“Faithful knight. You could not stop me.”

I looked at the old man standing on one side of the balcony, smiling like a villain who had finally won, and watching us.

“No.”

A gust of wind blew from the soles of his shoes, and Gerpas's hammer struck the floor.

“… … !”

I wondered what kind of spell Venice was chanting, but in an instant, dozens of curses poured out.

The curse 'Haeju' lowers magic resistance, and causes conjunctivitis, hives, headaches, stomachaches, melting, fever, foul odor, and blisters.

It was a curse that would make even the most skilled knight collapse.

As far as I know, he originally enjoyed deciphering ancient texts more than magic itself.

The Marquis' knights and wizards followed him not for his brute force, but for his charisma, ambition, and vision.

This cursed baptism was a power gained by becoming an eroder, and it was not enough to penetrate this body strengthened by the Yongchan ritual.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

I ran towards him, cursing, and aimed my sword at Venezion's neck.

“You could have given up.”

My left arm was numb, so I couldn't catch him.

I pushed him down and made him lean against the railing so he wouldn't fall to the floor.

Venice said with blazing brown eyes.

“You could give up? You could quit?”

With a bang, the black iron pipe flowed down from his forehead and fell onto the balcony.

He gave me a cold rebuke.

“How could I quit when I didn’t start it!”

He lost his sister, his nephew, and his dreams all at the hands of Jaylilith.

“Couldn’t you have brought Jaylilith into the Crown Princess faction? Why did you send an assassin?”

“Did you survive because you were called the First Prince? Didn’t you end up killing them all?”

I shook my head slowly.

“The First Prince faction tried to throw Jaylilith away. Those who followed her to the end and proved their abilities survived.”

I didn't necessarily say that there were only eight.

The strength in Venice's brown eyes faded.

I said, returning my vertically split eyes to their original state.

This is the last one.

While repeating that to myself.

“Marquis. Swear allegiance to me, and I will live to enjoy wealth and glory.”

Venice was the first of the nobles who would never swear allegiance, and came to him with the intention of burning him with divine power the moment they met.

“Don’t burn everything you see in the pursuit of invisible emotional fulfillment.”

Because I came back for more wealth, laughter, and stability rather than bloody revenge.

“For the sake of the land and its people you love.”

Just as he had given a chance to the rebellious prince Justinian, he had also given a chance to Venice.

Because people who know they have a chance tend to be foolish.

But it was much harder than I thought to make someone who lived without thinking about tomorrow dream of tomorrow.

The old nobleman's resentment at seeing his sister and nephews' heads cut off before his eyes was deeper than I thought.

“Young Archduke. You are too greedy. That devil will never be able to receive my loyalty.”

Perhaps you were let down by his dignified appearance.

For a moment, I forgot that I was the one who sent double-digit assassins to 14-year-old Jaylilith.

Crunch!

The old nobleman reached out and tried to grab the back of the blacksmith's blade.

I thought it was a move to slash the sword and quickly counterattacked, but Venezion made a completely unexpected move.

Instead, he pulled my sword even tighter and stabbed me with a black poison.

“Your foolishness will kill you.”

While he was spewing such curses.