How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 161

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat, episode 161

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Sereraji smiled bashfully and shook his head.

“Does it have to be me? I don’t want to be labeled or associated with anything other than a genius wizard.”

But Valencian let out a soft sigh.

“There’s nothing we can do. We need to let it be known that we were saved by the royal family and have come to favor with them, but there are only eight royal family members left. Of those, six are actively working externally. No, only four.”

She smiled bitterly as she watched Valencian's yellow eyes sparkle.

“Even if you say you saved them, it will only backfire. After all, who would believe you if you said you saved someone?”

“That much?”

“Even I find it ridiculous. Hmm. Right. Didn’t that warmonger named Helena get promoted recently? Doesn’t she need merit too?”

Valencian answered, still swinging his dangling left arm.

“I agree, but… … she’s not the type of person who would be famous for saving people. Besides, there was already a rumor that she defeated me in the old slums and saved Cornell.”

“Even if your mouth is crooked, try to speak straight. It’s not that the rumor started, it’s that the rumor was spread.”

“That’s it. That’s it.”

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

Sereraji shot back sharply, and Valencian nodded with a smile.

“Okay. Thanks for understanding.”

He covered his body with scales again and jumped up onto the gate of the mansion, which was over 5 meters high.

“If that’s the case, why did you ask?”

“Procedure is always important!”

Laughing and joking with Sereraji's cold protest as background music.

Phage crackle!

A trap using lightning magic was activated and his arm was engulfed in lightning.

The force was strong enough to burn all of the dragon's scales and make him fall, but he landed safely and managed to unlock the magic lock and the lock made of thick iron pillars on the inside of the gate.

During the process, three more traps were triggered, but my strengthened body was able to take them all in the end.

“Sister. Look at my hand. It looks delicious.”

“Finally! Looking at the remnants, it seems like a lightning trap from a school with a long history. As expected from the Marquis.”

Valencian smiled, showing off the branch-like scars running across his white hands, while Sererazi held a staff in his left hand and made a handprint of intricate circles and triangles with his right.

“Be careful.”

“But you’re the only one who worries about me. I knew that.”

“Don’t talk back. Besides, there’s no Lord Tentia right now. Who will be my shield if you die?”

“Don’t gossip about your older sister either.”

Ten shadows appeared in the narrow garden.

They were literally translucent and distorted, with the other side showing through.

Valencianus charged, drawing his black spear, and Sereragie fired a chain of lightning strikes.

However, the sword skills of the Marquis' Shadows were not inferior to those of the knights.

Saaaaak!

Valencian brought his sword up and split the jaw of one shadow, but at the same time two shadows stabbed him in the left side and back with their short swords and twisted him.

Pfft pfft!

The short sword contained a poison so deadly that a single drop could kill dozens of men.

But poison and such could not stop the Grand Duke who had foreign blood flowing through his veins.

“Hehehe.”

Valencian, smiling faintly, stretched out his tattered left arm and aimed at the face of one of the shadows.

Phew!

The shadow calmly swung its short sword and pierced the back of Valencian's hand, but he reached out and grabbed the shadow's face.

With a bang, smoke rose and shadows rolled across the floor.

''A flame that burns like a brazier.' Now you can use it on your body too.'

He spun the black tower around and aimed for the shadow that was digging to the right.

As the shadow took a long leap back, Valencian unleashed a blade of fire from his sword.

Wind and flames gnawed at the shadow's body, a terrible scream rang out, and a contented smile appeared on its yellow eyes and red lips.

The seven remaining shadows rushed at Sereraji at the same time.

Sereraji still had her own field of influence.

Countless blue powder-like things clung to their bodies, slowing down the shadows.

“You are wearing leather armor with the ‘Nanbansa’ spell engraved on it.”

“!”

“Are there any other defensive spells…?”

earth!

The moment she stuck her staff into the ground, seven blasts of electricity shot out toward the seven shadows.

Flash!

Blue lights flashed and seven shadows rolled across the floor.

* * *

There were a few more shadows within the mansion, but they were no match for Valencianus and Celerazi.

Valencian took all the poison and sword blows they hurled at him, and unleashed an overwhelming lightning blast on Celerazie, frying them to a crisp.

Once they were safe, they began searching the mansion in search of the Marquis' successors.

Before sending knights from the afterlife to find the successors, the situation had to be sorted out.

“Did you find it?”

"uh."

“Find the children, not the jewels and gold coins!”

“If I show them that I’m taking all this out, won’t they crawl out on their own?”

“Little brother. You asked me to come, so I came. Just show a little more seriousness and give me faith.”

Valencian had a sullen expression on his face, and then handed Sererazie a large yellow diamond from among the jewels.

“With this level of brightness, can I use it for a staff or magic tool? Take it.”

Sereraji glanced at the jewel for a moment, then put it in his robe pocket.

“… … Yes. You’re right. It’s not common to find something of this size and transparency.”

“Wow. You didn’t even say thank you until the very end.”

“I was thinking of doing it if you listened to me until the end. This time, your hasty personality is ruining things again.”

Valencian shrugged and returned to his search.

“Sister. Isn’t this the same reflection magic circuit from earlier?”

“This isn’t it! What the hell did you pick up again… … Oh my. How did you find this precious thing? Please give it to me quickly. It’s going to get dirty.”

"oh my god."

He suddenly held out a silver plate, and Sereraji snatched it away with a shudder.

“… … Right. So that’s how you put on and take off leather armor. It’s ridiculous to carve a reflective spell into leather.”

“Can you take that and make it a little smaller? I can give it to Rudy and I can use it too.”

“It won’t matter since it won’t be an exclusive magic. The reverse calculation will take about a week.”

Sereraji smiled unusually innocently, and Valencian took a step back in embarrassment.

“Why are you making such a surprised face?”

“It really came out.”

“What did you say?”

“I told you, if you take everything out, they’ll all crawl out on their own.”

Five or six young masters and ladies came up from the basement.

Their faces looked slightly similar, so I could quickly tell that they were brothers, sisters, and cousins.

“Who are you to come here?”

A black-haired young man who looked to be around the same age as Sereraji drew his sword and asked in a wary tone.

Since the Marquis was very old, all of his grandchildren were adults.

'We can communicate much better.'

Valencian opened his eyes vertically and radiated a fearsome aura.

“This body is Valencianus Soletaraon Soletaras. If you do not put away that sword immediately, you will be beheaded without mercy for insulting the imperial family.”

His white hair was tangled and blood-soaked, hung carelessly behind him, his red lips smiled like a predator, and his scaly arms gave off a smell of smoke and charcoal.

The young man, faced with the wounded beast of a royal family, staggered and retreated.

'First of all, you can't do it. You can't just be weak. You have to have the courage to keep the promise you made to me.'

The one who stepped forward, supporting the young man's back, was a woman with a gentle appearance.

“Your Majesty Valencianus?”

She stepped out with her sleeves rolled up a bit, and I thought I saw a bluish mark.

“Do you know me?”

“This is my first time meeting you in person, but I’ve heard rumors about you.”

As the woman stepped forward, her cousins tried to stop her.

"what are you doing?"

“Why are you here?”

One young man even blatantly grabbed the woman's wrist.

Valencian felt intrigued and relaxed his temper.

'The story is worth listening to.'

Unlike her gentle face, her brown eyes sparkled so brightly that they reminded me of the old nobleman I had killed a few hours ago.

“Yes. I am Valencian. Who are you?”

It was not the woman who answered, but the young man who had first taken up the sword.

“Your Majesty. She is… …!”

“I didn’t ask you, you arrogant bastard.”

Valencian kicked the young man in the chest with his bloody white shoe and turned back to the woman.

“Keep talking.”

The woman answered somewhat quietly.

“A daughter of the Gremorius family. My name is Grace. I am the eldest grandson of His Excellency Venezion, Count of Cimeirion and Marquis of Gremorius.”

“Eldest grandson?”

“His Majesty the Venetian had three sons and two daughters, and I am the eldest daughter of the eldest son.”

Valencianus thought of the name Grace.

'I led Gremorius in place of Venetian, who was going mad in his final days. For ten years after Venetian's death, I devoted myself to putting together the family that Jaerilis had torn apart. While pretending to be loyal to us on the outside, I secretly swore revenge and provided funds to Justinian. … … His abilities are certainly there. However, he is not an easy opponent to hold in your hand and manipulate. We will need a safety device.'

“Could you tell me why you came here and killed our guards?”

Her hands and feet trembled, but her eyes did not.

Valencian smiled inwardly and answered.

“The Marquis of Venezion, the Encroacher, is dead. As the Archduke who executes His Majesty the Emperor’s justice, I have come to rescue you from his captivity.”

He spoke the word 'rescue' with emphasis, and Grace's eyes opened wide.

“… … I was so shocked by my words after being locked up for several days. Thank you for saving me, Your Majesty.”

“Okay, Your Majesty. Can we talk upstairs for a moment?”

“I still… … Yes, Your Majesty.”

Valencianus left the bewildered young men and women behind and headed to the third floor with Grace.

Sereraji smiled bashfully and spoke to the Marquis' grandchildren.

“Were you close with him?”

“Yes, yes?”

“We should have been close.”

The young man who had first taken up a sword had an expression on his face as if the sky was falling down.

* * *

Saint Matthew and Bishop Hecharta did not understand Valencian's proposal.

“Archduke Valen. What do you mean by not publishing the Marquis’s death?”

His expression wasn't very bright, but he calmly said what he had to say.

“Over 100 swarms of swarms have run rampant, causing countless deaths and injuries. Shouldn’t we use the authority of the Marquis to rally the people and drive out the swarms of swarms?”

“You’re saying that it won’t do any good to create an atmosphere of distrust toward the Yeongju family?”

“Yes, your majesty.”

As for the common people, it is Gremorius who has lived and followed them for hundreds of years from generation to generation.

Erosion digs into the minds of anxious people, so there is no need to confuse people by informing them that an eroder has come from the Lord's family.

When Valencian came out like this, it was a shocking thing for Bishop Hecharta, who had finally made up his mind.

After delivering a sermon harshly criticizing Gremorius, he intended to strengthen the power of the church.

Saint Matthew's face wasn't very good either.

“Archduke Valencian. Then, it seems that the Marquis of Venezion suffered damage because you forcibly revealed the identity of the invaders in the Marquis’ audience room.”

"yes."

“Yes, isn’t that right? If that happens… … .”

“I have finished speaking with the new Marquis.”

Valencian spoke with a satisfied tone, his golden eyes shining.

Mateos noticed that there was some kind of secret agreement that he was unaware of, seeing her relaxed and easygoing demeanor.

'no way.'

“Archduke Valencian. Is this perhaps related to the oath of allegiance?”

Valencian looked back and forth between the saint and the bishop and answered.

A slight embarrassment crossed his face, something Mateos hadn't realized he would notice right away.

“Grace is smart, but she’s still a child. If she becomes a marquis at this age and is attacked by the church, she’ll be shaken for a while.”

“… … .”

“I am sorry to say this to His Holiness the Bishop, but the Imperial Family needs the support of powerful lords rather than a strong religious authority.”

“I understand.”

“Huh. That turned out well.”

The saint and the bishop nodded.

He continued with a satisfied smile.

“I have been promised Grace some gifts. She will swear allegiance to ‘bring the Archduke Valencianus to the High Court of the Capital for the murder of the Marquis by negligence, etc.’ The verdict… … may come so far in the future that even the God of Light will find it tiresome.”

"then."

“The saint and the bishop know the truth, and I also know the truth, so Gremorius will not say anything different later this time. If the bishop does not use the truth as a weapon and sing a song demanding a tithe from the young marquis, there will be no need for assassins to come to the cathedral.”

"haha."

An unusually peaceful smile appeared on Valencian's face.

“It ended well.”

For a moment, Mateos felt like he had to say something.

I don't know why, but I wanted to stop.

“Then… … the Archduke’s name will once again fall to the ground. Even if you are a sinner, there is no reason for you to be accused of a crime you did not commit.”

Valencian shrugged and stood up.

Smiling so arrogantly.

“If you are blamed for a crime you did not commit, won’t you just be blamed for the crime you actually committed?”

As expected of a frivolous bum, he ended his speech with an appropriate story.