How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 167

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat, episode 167

(167)

After seeing Sereraji off to the Imperial Magic Workshop, I was heading back to the main gate to go to the Street of Learning.

“Your Majesty, I have some good news.”

A servant approached him secretly and said.

Judging from the uniform and badge, he was an attendant who had met the main palace, and Jaylilith herself.

“What is it?”

“His Majesty the Emperor has sent word that it is ‘Freuheit’. He says he will send 60% of it to you.”

It seemed that the 10,000 gold coins that the Marquis, the youngest daughter of the former Freuheit family, had said she would send had arrived.

If it's 60%… …then it's 6,000 gold coins.

It was enough money to build about ten decent castles.

“… … I will convey my gratitude to His Majesty the Emperor for his kindness.”

I smiled with satisfaction and handed the servant who brought me the good news a small purse filled with silver and gold coins.

The way to gain loyalty was to repeatedly show small favors and let them enjoy them.

The servant was startled, bowed his head, and left his seat.

I looked up at the summer sky and thought.

“Hehehe.”

It made me laugh.

It's a good day.

* * *

“Your Majesty. I am sorry, but it seems difficult for the student council to accommodate your request.”

I squinted my eyes when I heard that.

Jin, the elite student council president with blue eyes and stylishly trimmed gray hair, was bowing his head in front of me.

“I need to submit this document to the chairman… … Who is inside?”

“Shh. His Highness the Archduke Valencian has arrived.”

“Hey. Don’t joke around. No matter how elite our chairman is, there’s no way His Highness the Grand Duke would come to see him. He must have made it up.”

“But you were wearing a double-headed eagle medal on your left chest! Not just anyone can wear that.”

“Then really… … this is a big deal. I have to report all of this.”

I listened intently and heard several voices coming from the student council room.

They looked like members of the student council that Jin had formed.

Seeing everyone come out and work even though it was vacation time, it seemed like it was true that they were busy.

I said, lowering my voice.

“From what I’ve heard, it seems like you’re really busy. But the activity fee I give you isn’t that small… … Do you need more budget?”

This statement had an ambiguous meaning.

It meant that I really needed more budget, and that I was wondering if you were having second thoughts in the meantime.

Jin, as expected of a bright elite, understood the meaning of those words and his already pale face turned even paler.

However, Jin was the president of a huge organization with tens of thousands of cadets.

As expected of a collaborator I had chosen, his expression quickly softened and he began to explain.

“How could I possibly do that? If you have time, would you allow me to explain?”

Of course, I nodded.

Because we are seeking local collaborators to hear the raw voices of the local community.

“Okay. I allow it.”

Jin took a stack of papers out of his desk and pasted three large maps onto the blackboard.

The map showing the area around Learning Street had each street in a different color.

“First of all, these documents are related to the fights that took place in the Learning Street area over the past week.”

“How many people are involved in a fight?”

“We only classify it as a ‘fight’ if there are more than 100 people in attendance from both sides.”

No matter how frequent brawls are on the streets of learning, it is unlikely that a fight involving more than 100 people will occur often.

But the stack of documents in front of me seemed to be as thick as two of my finger joints.

… … Most mixed race people like me have very long and slender fingers.

“Even though we only investigated the mastermind, it’s to this extent.”

“It seems clear that there is a problem.”

I bit my peeled lips.

If something like this happened when the great lords visited, it would be like smearing shit on the royal family's face.

“Due to the injuries sustained in the process of stopping and dispersing this fight, a lot of the activity funds Your Majesty has given are being used as healing prayer offerings and potions.”

“Have you investigated the reason?”

If you keep talking about one thing at a time, there will be no end to it.

Ultimately, you have to eliminate the cause, and you probably know how to do that.

After hearing what I said, Jin let out a deep sigh and slumped his strong shoulders.

The fancy uniforms and golden ribbons also hung together.

“I will recite it to you. Given the nature of the Academy and its members, I promise in advance that I may use somewhat rough language that I feel embarrassed to use in front of His Majesty the Grand Duke.”

“Let me listen.”

* * *

After that, the reasons for the conflict that Jin read to me totaled five chapters.

Disputes over a studio apartment contract, bumping shoulders in the street, having a party after final exams, noise between floors, noise between walls, a fight with kids from the next school that escalated after making eye contact, not following class leave times, the kids from the next school having bigger sausages in the cafeteria, securing a seat at a cafe, squabbling over textbooks, fighting over seats in public restrooms, disputes over trash disposal… … .

“How are you?”

“It seems like a mess, but it’s not.”

I let out a deep sigh after hearing that series of reasons.

Now I think I know what that map Jin had stuck on the board was.

“Those maps. Are the population density and floating population density charts correct?”

“Yes, that is correct, Your Majesty.”

“The frequency of fights and the population density seem to fit perfectly together.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Land in the capital is expensive, the academies are crowded together, and most of the cadets are poor.

It is common for academies to share classrooms in the same building, restaurants and cafes are always full, and finding a studio apartment or registering for classes is like trying to find a needle in a haystack.

I don't think the problem was this bad before the regression.

… …Because Helena conscripted them all.

… … The Academy originally had a historical background where children of local nobles entered to exchange ideas and serve as hostages, so judicial power rested with the Dean.

This was a system that allowed the incidents and accidents of children of the great aristocracy to be minimized so that they were not known to the outside world, while at the same time allowing them to be properly punished.

The capital guard, the chief of police, and the high court could only tremble in fear before the children of local nobles who came with about ten expert-level swordsmen, but the headmaster, a renowned scholar from an old noble family, could easily appease and sometimes even punish the children of nobles.

And the world has changed, and today even the Dean of the Academy gets hit by people every day.

If our academy kids fight with kids from other academies and get hurt, we will call in the swordsmanship professors and establish swordsmanship and martial arts courses as required graduation courses, but we will not punish them.

In short, we cannot hope to discipline ourselves.

However, since the judicial power lies with each academy, it is not possible to deploy security guards or police chiefs.

So I had Jin form a student council and a group of illegitimate children to use as a kind of private army, but even if they were a hundred-strong fighter, there was a limit to how much power they could exert in a chaos where hundreds of people were involved.

I said, looking into Jin's blue eyes.

“I understand your grievances. But the local nobles will soon rise up. We can’t afford to see you like this then.”

Jin nodded.

“I think so too.”

“I can only say, do your best… … .”

At that moment, the door to the student council room opened wide.

I thought I vaguely heard a voice shouting that other students should not enter.

A student as big as a bear called out to Jin, blood pouring from his head.

“Chairman! From the west, the kids from St. Margaret’s Academy and our Academy kids are fighting.”

Jin stood up, closing his eyes tightly.

“What is the scale?”

“About 1,800 people on both sides combined.”

I opened my mouth wide.

1,800 men was a large force, equivalent to at least two battalions and at most four battalions.

Moreover, since they are all Academy cadets, they will be in much better shape than the mediocre peasant soldiers or soldiers from the poor, and the cadets of the Faculty of Magic, Faculty of Theology, and Faculty of Swordsmanship will literally show off superhuman skills.

Jin spoke to the large cadet, putting on the armor hanging on one wall.

“How many people can gather now?”

“Including the chairman and me, about 30 people… … .”

Jin closed his eyes tightly and went out of the student council room.

“Your Highness, please excuse me.”

The cadet, who had just noticed my presence, quickly bowed his head.

I stood up, laughing hysterically.

“Jin. If you go, you might die.”

The student council members who heard my voice all let out a sigh of surprise.

Seriously, my goodness, what are two of them? The same voice was heard occasionally.

Jin answered, holding an iron club about the same length as his sword.

“I am the president, Your Majesty. I have a duty to protect the students of the Academy while also strictly enforcing the rules.”

“The knights and purifiers will not retreat until the enemy is three times their size. The 25th Soletaras, who led 500 knights and swept away 20,000 elite soldiers, 40 times their size, has left his name in history. But you are trying to charge into an enemy 60 times your size. How reckless.”

Jin took the eye color-changing potion out of his pocket and drank it.

It seemed like he was saying that we should pay the activity fee.

I said, feeling my body heating up.

“I’ve been feeling a bit suffocated lately, but this is all for the better.”

I can't sleep because of this crazy feeling of pressure.

"yes?"

“I’ll help you. You don’t need to thank me. You don’t need to pretend to know me. Just watch me for a while and pretend to chase me away to gain fame.”

It's been a while since I've been able to fly around so splendidly.

* * *

“Fire!”

“It’s a wave of fire!”

Some magicians and alchemists classify flame temperatures as: red flame is about 800 degrees, yellow flame is about 1,200 degrees, white flame is 1,500 degrees, and blue flame is over 1,650 degrees.

That is, even if the temperature of a natural flame is low, it can cause great harm to humans.

But magic fire was different.

“What kind of mess is this that you dare to make in front of me, the Grand Duke of the Empire! Hurry up and go back to your stinking rooms, wash your feet, and go to sleep!”

Valencianus created a fire the temperature of hot coffee and swept through the entire street.

It was a flame that was created by burning only mana, and because the temperature was so low, there was no chance of it spreading.

On that subject, it was 6 meters tall, enough to scare away even the most ferocious of cadets.

Shut up, there was a room and they weren't coming out to steal it, shouts like that were heard here and there, but it was impossible to stop the royal family who had inherited talents through the bloodlines of all kinds of different races.

Especially if the royal family had been on the verge of going crazy from all the stress and pressure they had felt over the past few days.

"ha!"

Students from the Department of Swordsmanship and the Department of Magic were able to cut through or overcome low-temperature flames and run.

Valencian told them about the melee.

“Get out of my way!”

“Get out of the way! Now it’s my turn to hit you, so take it!”

After dodging the sword of a swordsman, he kicked the shin and calf with the toe of his shoe and knocked him out with repeated strikes to the cheek.

“The enemy of the saint!”

“Ha! Do you want to be bitten by a wyvern too?”

He avoided the seminarian's purifying flame, snatched the rosary away, and strangled him with it, knocking him unconscious.

“Wind!”

“What a waste of tuition!”

After enduring a wizard's spell with his body that had gained strong magic resistance through the ritual of praise, he snatched the staff and struck it on the top of his head.

“The wizard put down his wand! He is disqualified!”

“You took it… … !”

“You dare call me ‘you’? Let’s go to Wyvernpit!”

Even the most angry college students had no choice but to regain their sense of reason and fear as dozens of people rolled on the floor in an instant.

“Eww!”

“Jump!”

“It’s Valencian!”

“The damn Grand Duke is trying to burn us all to death!”

“He killed two Marquises and raped their daughters! People like us will be eaten alive!”

“Run away. It’s not you!”

A cadet fell to the ground while running with his lover.

“Ahh!”

“Ugh!”

Waves of fire surged all around, and from afar, a white-haired, golden-eyed grand duke approached with brisk strides.

He was much more handsome and dangerous than rumored, but he had an air of arrogance and cruelty.

“Chairman, please save me!”

Jin responded to the voice that shouted reflexively.

Jin ran out with gray hair and sparkling blue eyes.

“The chairman has arrived!”

“I survived!”

Valencian thought as he clashed his swords a few times and ran away.

'I absolutely cannot show this sight to the great lords. We must come up with some kind of countermeasure. Institutionally.'

He thought of a name.

'Hardritan. I think it's time to use you.'

* * *

“Valencianus?”

A young royal with silver hair and blue eyes suddenly stood up from his seat.

He seemed strangely frightened.