How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 166

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat, episode 166

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The empire was, by all accounts, the most powerful nation on the continent.

Before the return, when the rebel prince Justinian opened his borders and brought in invaders to take over the capital, it was impossible to know what would have happened if Jayrillis had abandoned the capital and returned after reorganizing his army.

In his pre-regression life, it took nearly 25 years for the 'Tyrant' Jaylilith to subdue all the High Lords and take their oath of loyalty.

Even the empire that had been so devastated, once united, achieved many victories against numerous kingdoms, republics, and invaders.

Even a wounded giant proves that he is still a giant.

Moreover, in this life, 'Emperor' Jayrillis was in his second year on the throne.

The empire had not yet wasted its national power in civil war, the great lords held on to their lands, and saints were born early.

That is, if I properly receive the oath of loyalty this time, if Jaylilith sits at the top of the bound empire, if I take the reins of this giant organic life form and make it move!

It was no dream to wipe out the seeds of erosion from the continent.

Rebellion? Invasion?

Who would dare to rebel against the Emperor of the united Soletaras?

Gwangmyeong Church? Ivory Tower?

The two will keep each other in check and compete for loyalty to Jaylilith.

The fight against the eroders won't be easy, of course.

But it will not be able to withstand institutional pressure and continental offensives.

If we support the Gwangmyeong Church and include it in the administrative network up to the local level, make people satisfied with their lives through various tax reduction policies and support policies, and prevent the seeds of misfortune from sprouting by blocking land wars with the authority of the emperor.

The power of the eroders who thrive on misfortune will surely shrink, and in such a situation, they will not be able to withstand the attacks of the imperial knights, ivory tower wizards, light church knights, and heretical inquisitors.

Then, Jaylilith becomes the saint who drove out the eroders from the continent.

Her name will remain in history and be praised forever.

If I could just get you to swear allegiance, all of this would become a reality.

Thinking about it like that, my heart felt like it was being held tightly by cold hands.

I couldn't sleep at all.

It was 42 years since his last life before returning.

The peace I had longed for appeared before my eyes.

That's what I thought.

No matter what happened, there had to be no problem when the great lords came up.

So I made a promise.

I won't let anything happen.

That's why Sereraji's face turned so pale that I was worried.

* * *

Concerts and performances were held in the old slum square.

In the square where fights once took place, people sat on mats with their children, eating packed lunches and laughing.

Congressman Cornell, who came from a slum background, looked down at the scene from a sofa at the top of a six-story stone building.

She was an orphan, a disabled child, and the daughter of a sinner, and now she was the leader of the slums' strongest vigilante group, the high priestess of the Amon cult in the capital, the head of a redevelopment cooperative, an investor in numerous workshops that had moved into the slums, and a member of the Imperial Diet who had begun to form factions.

She had a clever and intelligent look, had short brown hair, wore a black suit, and wore a high-quality metal prosthesis on one leg.

But she looked a little nervous, because of the man sitting on the sofa opposite her across the low, wide table.

“I bet the vigilante group is well organized?”

Valencian, dressed in a white uniform, came to ask about my well-being.

His yellow eyes were gleaming with madness, his cheeks were even paler, and his red lips had white crusts on them.

It was a clear indication of how much burden he felt about this oath of loyalty.

Having become a member of the House of Representatives within a few months, Cornell quickly grasped many of the mysteries contained in Valencian's questions.

“They are all made up of Amon followers under my command and are very loyal.”

First of all, he asserted that there was no danger of the vigilantes turning into gangsters.

“We are cracking down on a variety of minor crimes on the ground. The recidivism rate is dropping precipitously week by week, and we are on track to achieve a crime rate that is lower or equal to that of other constituencies within the next two weeks.”

The reason why the vigilante group had to be created was also to show that it was well managed.

“All leaders and above of the old slum gang are under surveillance. Any abnormal behavior can be eliminated immediately.”

He said that rather than dealing with problems after they occur, they are managing them so that they do not occur.

Only then did the color return to Valencian's face.

He changed the subject with a sigh of relief.

“Good. Okay. Do you happen to have any diaries or official minutes left?”

Even Cornell, who is quite adept at this, failed to grasp the intent of the question this time.

“It exists, but… … if it becomes a problem, I will discard it.”

“No. Organize it and make a report-style record.”

"yes?"

“The local lords will want to see you too. It may be the first time in history that a slum has risen from the bottom. Every lord will want to know the secrets and tricks, and the ratio of slums to population in the central city is higher there.”

Cornell let out a sigh.

"ah……."

“This is your chance to make your reputation even more famous. … … Just in case, I’m telling you, don’t leave.”

She said with a bashful smile.

"thank you."

It was fortunate that Valencian still seemed to have the presence of mind to joke.

He tried to stand up with Tentia's support, and Cordell pointed to the map on the wall and spoke urgently.

“Your Majesty. This land is tied up in pieces as imperial territory. How can you free it?”

Valencian nodded, glancing at the map.

“I see that it’s land that some royal family bought before the slums expanded. Yes. I’ll let you buy it at a low price. … … Is this also your trick?”

“Yes.”

Cornell nodded with a bright smile.

Valencian nodded and went down to the aqueduct with Tentia.

Cornell breathed a sigh of relief once he was completely gone.

'You've become more fearsome.'

In the place where the leisurely cheerfulness disappeared, only sharp tension remained.

She called her officers and gave them an order.

“Keep quiet until the oath of allegiance is over. It doesn’t matter if the construction is delayed a little. Let’s keep quiet, thin, and long.”

* * *

The red mask man broke out in a cold sweat as he faced the VIP who had barged in without notice.

Even through the paper mask, Valencian's eyes were clearly interested.

'Did you notice that I was trying to get deeper into the smuggling business? Or that I evaded taxes by manipulating the books last time?'

Behind him stood a maid with long brown hair.

The Red Mask already knew that she was a first-class marksman with a pistol and an excellent dagger user.

“What brings you here? Is the amount of money you owed last month…?”

Valencian shook his head.

The red mask swallowed and asked.

“Then how about a game… … ?”

“You’re lucky.”

He cut off the enemy's words.

An arrogant, cold silence filled the room.

"yes?"

“You can get involved in tobacco smuggling. But make sure you firmly hold onto control, and keep a close eye on the strange guys so they don’t sneak in. If there are any suspicious guys trying to sell tobacco from unknown sources, you can just soak them all.”

The red mask asked in a bewildered voice.

“Isn’t Your Majesty wary of me setting foot outside the red-light district?”

Valencian nodded.

“That’s right. That’s right. That’s not the time. The great lords have come, and there absolutely can’t be any suspicious tobacco around.”

He spoke in a voice that sounded like dried blood.

“Of course, the great lords will bring many attendants. Those attendants will want to enjoy the night in the capital. Manage them well so that the attendants of other great lords don’t fight each other, and filter out the commoners while they’re here. It’s not unpleasant if it’s too crowded. Also, manage the children’s venereal diseases more thoroughly. Call a priest and have them purified. Do you know what I mean?”

The red mask answered with its head bowed deeply.

“Yes. VIP.”

Only then did Valencian smile in satisfaction.

“Okay. Let’s go for a long ride.”

* * *

“Little brother! You look like you’re going to collapse at any moment. A few days ago, when you were subduing the Church of the Invaders, you were still bluish like a failed potion… … Today, go and rest.”

“Haha. When I see you say that, I can tell you’re really serious.”

“Hmm… … His cheeks were always pale, his eyes were always unfocused, his dirty eyes were always like that, and his unlucky smile as if he knew he was handsome was always like that. Now that I analyze it closely, I wonder if it’s still the same.”

The two headed to the ivory tower and talked endlessly.

Valencian frowned like a boy his age.

“If you’re going to say that, give me a bottle of vitality potion and say it.”

Sereraji smiled and spoke with a sarcastic tone, like an academy senior dealing with a loser junior.

“There is no such thing as a magic potion of vitality. What they sell on the magic streets is basically a mixture of alcohol, coffee, and various tobacco leaves. The most important ingredient is the various tobacco leaves.”

Valencian's frown deepened a little.

“What kind of tobacco are we drinking?”

“I know of things like soma, peyote, mandragora, blue lotus, and lepopora bark.”

Sererazi spoke nonchalantly, and after a while Valencian, recalling the names, began to spew forth the six-letter words.

“This is crazy. It’s all drugs! Let’s see if I can keep these bastards alive. I should send them to the Inquisition and burn them all.”

Sereraji tilted her head.

“Didn’t you originally send it to Wyvernpit?”

Valencian shook his head.

“That was originally the case, but the great lords are coming soon, so they are trying to manage public sentiment. Since there is a big event coming up, they are stopping the executions. Only the royal family.”

“You’re saying this without even closing your eyes.”

Sereraji laughed bitterly, and Valencian chuckled.

“Besides, do you know how poisoned the bodies of those who make such things are? We can’t feed such things to our wyverns.”

Sereraji let out an exaggerated sigh at the sight of such a Valencian.

“How nice it would be if you could call this older sister as softly as you did when you said ‘our Wyverns’. I’ve developed a bad habit.”

“If I had just had my mouth shaved twice a day, wouldn’t my mouth have been a little softer?”

“Doesn’t meat become more tender the longer you cook it?”

“If it’s overcooked, it becomes tough and hard.”

Valencianus answered like that and stretched while looking up at the ivory tower that seemed to pierce the blue sky.

There was a thud on his back and a refreshing, graceful smile appeared on his face.

“Anyway, it’s been a while since I’ve been able to breathe air that doesn’t smell like blood, so I feel a little better. It was a good thing I walked here from the entrance of the Ivory Tower Special Zone.”

Sereraji smiled faintly as she looked at that face.

There was a playfulness in the words that came out of his mouth.

“… … My legs hurt. I can’t use my body after all. And remember, it’s your fault that my legs hurt today.”

“If you train hard, your legs won’t hurt. Even if you don’t say thank you.”

“You’re just talking nonsense, you little punk.”

After a long fight, the two entered the ivory tower and met with several elders, including Blahon of the Ice Age, Iphije of the Half-Elf, Seorisso of the Ice Age, Gestarte of the Flash, and Crios of the Blood Ancestor, to convey the imperial will.

“All the great lords will come up and buy magic tools. This is a good opportunity to earn gold, so if you want to make money, make some magic tools. The silver, black iron, platinum, and other ores mined from the mines of the Gremorius family are being sold at a low price at the royal family’s direct merchants.”

“We ask that you refrain from conducting experiments above 5 circles or erosion-related experiments while they are staying in the capital.”

Sereraji poked Valencian in the ribs while speaking in an impertinent tone, and Valencian tried to bite off his finger on his way out.

* * *

“Is there anywhere else you want to go?”

“Yeah. I think it’ll be a little easier this time.”

To put it in advance, it was his mistake.