How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 164

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat Episode 164

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“He has a bit of… … the air of a skilled frontline priest, doesn’t he? It’s hard to say it out loud, but he has a certain sense of logic and persuasiveness that is realistic.”

Argos nodded at the saint's words.

“Yes, that’s right.”

The saint continued in a somber voice.

“So at that time, I felt a great sense of indebtedness to the Grand Duke. He gave me great advice when I was inexperienced on the front lines, and I recklessly unleashed my divine powers and provoked them for no reason.”

“You could think that way.”

“But he didn’t announce the fact that the Marquis of Venice was the invader. Until then, no. In fact, he still felt a sense of debt, and he said it was for the sake of the city’s stability and loyalty, so I understood for the time being.”

Argus, as was his custom, stroked his long beard, then realized he was in front of a saint and took his hand away, saying:

“Good job. … … I can also see where you had trouble.”

He was Bishop Hong, who had lived as a church judge, and he had memorized all the doctrines and scriptures.

“What would have happened if the saint had not raised the curtain of distinction over the entire city? Is that what you think?”

Mateos shut his black eyes tightly.

A tall, sturdy man in black and purple attire looked as if he might collapse at any moment.

He nodded and continued.

“I had two thoughts. First, I was thinking of establishing a new marquis and then subjugating him, although he didn’t mention it to me.”

It sounded like he was making some excuses.

“This is also a story that is likely to have happened. The knights and warrior priests there were elite, and who knows, Grand Duke Valencian might find a way to find the erosion priests’ stronghold and wipe it out.”

Argos understood the sentiment.

The thoughts that came to mind just now were thoughts that even the highest ranking priest of a great religion that ruled the continent should not utter carelessly.

The saint continued speaking cautiously, but always with the same firm voice.

“Second. If the Marquis had been safely removed and a new Marquis had been established, there would have been no need to subjugate the invaders of that city.”

“… … .”

“The reason is, I thought it was a kind of safety device. If the new Marquis rebels or there is something I need to show them, I can use the encroachers as an excuse to cut off their heads. And the one who ordered this was definitely Emperor Jaerilis.”

Argos frowned.

“That’s a scary thing to say.”

“Yes, Bishop Hong.”

Corrosion can be created simply by resenting the world, and once it has begun, it spreads like wild grass.

In the early stages of mental contamination, it is difficult to capture or purify, and by the time you can properly feel the energy of the old things, you have already crossed the river of no return.

And as he grows stronger through offerings and various rituals, a mere villager can become a monster that destroys a kingdom.

Exterminating the followers of the old ways was a top priority for humanity, transcending family and political strife.

As he gained power from the other world and became stronger, his way of thinking also changed, making it impossible to predict.

And to say it was unpredictable was to say it was unusable.

If this were true, it wasn't a problem on the level of not subduing the demons or driving them to attack the neighboring territory.

* * *

Argos spoke not as Bishop Hong, who had finally won the fierce political battle within the church and enthroned the saint, but as a mere cleric.

“Your Majesty, you said you had a strong premonition.”

“Yes, Bishop Hong.”

“The saint’s premonition cannot be ignored.”

“Yes, because the Lord has granted me many powers that are activated unconsciously.”

“If the Saint had not done so, if He had not covered the whole city with the veil of distinction, then something was wrong, and the Light had given the Saint a premonition to prevent that trouble.”

Argos asked carefully, repeating his words several times.

If we were to make even the slightest mistake, a meteorite might fall on the Cathedral of Soletara.

“What do you think would be the worst sin and the result?”

Mateos answered lowly and firmly.

“It’s probably just the Imperial Family’s continued attempts to weaponize or use the Encroachers. They’ve dealt with Gremorius with the Encroachers this time, so they’ll do it again, and again, and again. And so on.”

There was indignation in his black eyes.

“As you know, they grow exponentially stronger as their numbers increase. If the Emperor and the Archduke continue to keep the Encroachers alive for their own purposes of restraint and plotting, and if one morning they prepare enough sacrifices, then the world will end that day. All souls and bodies will fall into the hands of the Old Ones, and become sadistic playthings.”

“Then, what do you think the church should do?”

Mateos looked at Argos.

I thought of the knights sharpening their swords in the training grounds below, and the priests reciting scriptures and offering prayers.

He thought of the believers shedding tears when they saw him.

If they took even one wrong step, it was clear that the scoundrel Grand Duke and the tyrant Emperor would kill them all.

I had to correct them very carefully, but also very firmly.

“The Emperor will soon demand your oath of loyalty.”

“Yes.”

“That will probably be the moment when the power of the Church will be at its strongest, for I have promised to anoint the Emperor’s head before the great lords.”

“Yes.”

“I will try to use that fact to negotiate. I will always bring the clergy along in matters related to the old, and I will obtain a bill that greatly increases the powers of the Inquisition and the Inquisitors.”

Argos smiled faintly on his stern face.

A law expert with decades of experience is ready to add another feat to his resume.

A draft of the bill was already forming in his head.

Mateos concluded his speech calmly.

“And if the Emperor does not accept the bill, I will not anoint her. I will preach a sermon criticizing the Emperor publicly before the great lords.”

Argos let out a sound that was either a sigh or a cry without realizing it.

“Oh, light!”

It was essentially a declaration that they would turn Jaylilith into a puppet emperor.

Of course, if I continued to do that, I would have to endure the wrath of the Emperor, who had reached the absurd level of being a sword master and a great magician.

“Who else but me can do this? This position of sainthood must surely be for such a task.”

There was no fear in Mateos' black eyes.

* * *

“Everyone will fear you, Your Majesty, and bow down before your authority.”

Valencianus spoke as he stood next to Jerilis.

He was faithfully following the imperial edict given by his twin sister.

'Help me dress up.'

It was not an order that would normally be given to an Archduke, but Valencianus knew from his experience before his return that it meant to stay by his side.

“Is that so? How delightful.”

Jaylilith was wearing her usual black dress that day.

The dress with gold embroidery had no sleeves and a deep cut in the back, making it look much cooler for the approaching summer weather.

However, the hem of the skirt had large pleats and was long, making it look very elegant and dignified.

Jaylilith wore a golden tiara set with red diamonds, and white and dark purple brooches on her neck and chest.

The crown was that of the former emperor, and the brooch was that of his mother.

Her long, platinum-colored hair, which wavy gently, was left loose and draped naturally over her shoulders, arms, and back.

Her hair, which shone like jewels in the sunlight, needed no grooming.

A languid, leisurely atmosphere that only an unapproachable strong person, like a dragon that has just woken up from a nap, can have.

He truly looked like the emperor of the great empire of Soletaras.

“That’s enough luggage. How about you?”

Jaylilith stood in front of the mirror, closed and opened her golden eyes once and said.

Valencian replied that he thought the sun was setting and rising.

“Today is the best day of my life. It is truly satisfying to see you so handsome.”

“Ha, good!”

He too, together with Rudy, had been preparing clothes for a week, waiting for today.

He wore a white uniform embroidered with gold thread and decorated with red patterns, with a collar turned up and a neck sealed with a blue jewel.

The scales on the back of her hands were covered with black gloves like Jaylilith's, giving it a sense of unity.

Golden eyes that were worn and strong, pale cheeks that reminded one of royalty and a certain nobility, and hair that was hung up in a cheerful and frivolous manner in contrast.

There was something about him that was both cheerful and dangerous, like a flickering candle or a sharp blade that could snap.

It was the appearance of the greatest scoundrel in the capital, Grand Duke Valencian.

The maids and servants around them looked at the two and secretly exclaimed several times.

It was a dangerous workplace where an assassin was caught and taken to Wyvernpit this morning, but I was definitely able to enjoy the view.

“I have something for you. It is a heavy chain and a sweet right. Handle it wisely and shrewdly as you have done so far.”

Just before going out to the audience room, Jaylilith spoke to Valencianus.

She received a broad white sash from her attendant and tied it on Valencian herself.

It was a neat belt with a clear white jewel.

“I have one more office for you. You are now the constable of the capital and a ranger of the empire. Wherever you go in Soletaras, you will have judicial authority to represent me and the church.”

Valencian fell to one knee and expressed his gratitude.

“I am so grateful. I will do my best.”

“Yes. Now that I am the true Emperor, shouldn’t you also become the true Grand Duke?”

Jaylilith gestured to Valencianus's feet.

“Jim told you. You have the right not to bow your head before him.”

Valencian stood up with a sly smile.

“I will gladly enjoy it.”

The two walked together to the audience room with leisurely steps.

I could hear a lot of chatter.

“What do you think we’ll talk about today?”

“I have a guess. If it’s not a declaration of war, then that’s it.”

“Is stability finally coming? Or is this the beginning of a new chaos?”

At the mention of the imperial family's important announcement and their permission to observe, a large crowd filled the audience room and gathered in front of the palace.

“Bring His Majesty the Emperor here!”

Thousands of heads lowered their heads at the final declaration of the king.

The only ones who could raise their heads in this place at this moment were the Emperor and those who had been granted supreme rights by the Emperor.

Jaerilis ascended to the highest platform at the end of the corridor and sat on a angular throne, while Valencianus stood beside her.

The Emperor looked at the countless people who had gathered to see her, and the Grand Duke looked at the Emperor.

The two lifted their red lips and smiled in a way that suited their age.

“Raise your head.”

Jaylilith's voice spread like magic, resonating clearly throughout the hallway.

Even on the street outside the hallway, there were people who were startled when they heard the jade sound directly.

Thousands of hills rose again.

Valencianus found several familiar faces among the handful of people allowed entry into the capital's flying and crawling magnates.

First of all, there was no need to mention Tentia and Sereraji.

Knight Tentia of the Platinum Knights was standing motionless next to the pillar closest to the two.

Although he was wearing full body armor and a helmet pulled down, he was immediately recognizable by the burning ice 'Hwahan' on his waist and the red flame-resistant cloak he wore.

Today, Sereraji was present not as the Emperor's half-sister, but as the master of the Imperial Magic Workshop, standing among the masters of the same workshop.

The blue hood and robe, the cane, and the blue and yellow gold and silver bells were clearly visible.

Reading the expression on his stern face, it seemed to be saying, 'Don't think that I bow to you.'

Rudy was standing with Jaerilis' maids in the passage through which Valencianus and Jaerilis had entered.

Although it was not visible in the halls and halls, it was the second closest after Tentia in terms of distance.

'jin.'

Jin, the student council president of an academy, stood next to the dean with shining blue eyes made from magic potions.

It seemed like he was expanding his power by exchanging greetings with the nobles of the court just now.

'Cornell.'

Congressman Cornell, a slum-born member, sat among the members of the capital's legislature, dressed in black, with five or six of his faction members at his side.

At a young age, he was given prosthetic legs and a cane, which drew attention from all over the place, but he took them on with ease and showed off.

The red mask was seen briefly, as if he had bought the seat with money, and the Ivory Tower also sent several wizards, including Niar.

Gwangmyeong Church also sent Bishop Hong and priests to pay their respects to the emperor.

Valencianus was amused by the fact that they were all looking at Jerilis' mouth.

Before the return, everyone would tremble at the sight of her, but now, there was a faint feeling of respect or awe in her eyes that was appropriate for an emperor.

Jaylilith was also smiling.

'My Emperor.'

Before her return, she had been in battle for her second summer, but today she sat upon the throne to demand your oath of loyalty.

'If it continues like this.'

Valencian smiled warmly, unlike the rumors, as he thought of the world that the demigod emperor who loved the world and the world that the people who loved the emperor would create.

Finally the emperor opened his mouth.

“The capital has been in chaos for the past two years, and the most important work has been put on hold.”

The intellectuals already understood at that moment what the emperor was trying to say.

“But now I am ready to invite you.”

The emperor who ascended the throne by blood did not seem to intend to rule by blood.

“As the 47th Soletaras, I will make the demands that I should have made.”

A usurper tyrant was about to become the real emperor.

“My vassals, come up to the capital. Prove that the contract that has lasted a thousand years is still intact.”

I didn't know what the outcome would be.

But under the reign of J.R.I.L.L., the red-light districts, slums, and schools of learning were cleared out, the ivory tower and the church joined hands with the crown, and parliament was reopened.

The Emperor invested money in the Imperial Magic Workshop and Academy, installed magical streetlights in the streets at night, and taught new swordsmanship and provided weapons to his knights.

Whatever the process, the Emperor fulfilled his responsibilities as Emperor.

“Or swear allegiance to me.”

Now it was the vassals' turn to fulfill their vassal responsibilities.

“Raise a rebellion.”

Each in their own way.