How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 17

How to live as a tyrant’s spoiled brat Episode 17

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A longsword was not a very good weapon for fighting in a cramped basement.

However, Valencian was a skilled swordsman who was not too concerned with tools.

“What kind of guy is he!”

“Hey! Wait a minute.”

The three gangs of poor people flinched.

Valencian moved before they could even rise.

He gripped the handle with both hands and swung his sword, stabbing the neck of a man with a cross tattooed on his face.

It wasn’t a blow that split the cervical vertebrae, but it was an effective blow that severly damaged a thick blood vessel.

“one.”

“Ugh!”

“This kid!”

The man with the name tattooed on his neck tried to get up, drawing a dagger.

Valencian kicked him in the jaw as he put his sword away.

The man with the name tattoo staggered over with a squeak.

Valencian absentmindedly swung his sword and stabbed him in the side.

He drew his sword as he felt the sensation of the sword gently cutting through his lungs between his ribs.

“two.”

He said, pointing his sword at the third man’s neck.

“Three, do you want this? Or do you want to do whatever I say?”

The man wearing the knotted string bracelet had also lived a rough life, so the sight of his acquaintances dying one after another right before his eyes was shocking.

He spoke in a trembling voice.

“I will do whatever you tell me.”

“Okay, Sir Tentia. Come up.”

A knight in plate armor climbed the rope ladder.

There was a clanking sound from the armor.

Standing behind Valencian, she turned her head and glanced briefly at the bodies of the two paupers.

‘I knocked one down in one breath, and I kicked the other down and stabbed him in the side. That’s some good work. When did you learn it? You were full of bravado when you sparred with Lord Bonnell.’

“Your Majesty. What shall we do with the body?”

The man who heard the word “Your Majesty” opened his eyes wide like saucers and opened his mouth wide.

Valencian grabbed the wrist of the tattooed man, who was convulsing with a hissing sound at his side.

“Let’s do it this way, neighborhood-wise.”

“What is that?”

“Throw it into the canal.”

“Didn’t you say that slimes don’t eat people?”

“The living person.”

“It looks like they’re both still alive.”

“You’re going to die soon. If you put it in water, you’ll die faster.”

“If you ‘soak’ it?”

Tentia hesitated for a moment whether that was the right expression or not.

“If you throw it, isn’t it?” Okay.

“Please, I’ll do it. You’re not even wearing gloves. Your hands will get dirty.”

“Oh. Thank you. Sir.”

When he heard the word, Kyung, the man with the knotted bracelet twitched as if he had been stabbed by a sword.

Hiccup, hiccup, I had hiccups.

There were rumors that some high-ranking gentlemen or young ladies with sadistic hobbies enjoyed hunting humans in the slums under the escort of knights.

The man was the one who confirmed the truth of the rumor with his own body.

Avoiding arrows flying through the wind.

‘Damn. I joined the gang just to play the role of a herder.’

It was common for poor people who had joined the gang to block the streets where the young ladies of the lord could play in exchange for a few silver coins.

The man who had gone from being the prey to the hunted man once again found himself the prey.

Valencianus saw the man’s face turn pale and put his sword back in its scabbard.

A person with that kind of face never tells a lie.

“About three days ago. Didn’t a package arrive here? It was about the size of two palms, on light brown paper.”

“Yes, yes?”

“Don’t you know?”

The man knew what ‘I don’t know?’ meant.

The phrase ‘Then you should die’ was omitted.

He recalled a list of all the drugs, women and men who had passed through this passage over the past three days.

It was desperate.

“It came in! It came in yesterday! Wasn’t it a package addressed to a stone shopping center building at the intersection of the downtown area?”

“Yeah. I came to the right place.”

Valencian smiled with satisfaction.

It seemed like it took about two days for the package Rudy sent to reach the building.

“Do you know where that package is?”

“Our boss came and took it himself. There’s a safe in his office, and he probably put the money and medicine in there.”

The man who lived in the slums was quick-witted.

I could immediately tell that the parcel was what the ‘His Majesty’, who still looked young, wanted.

Valencian asked, seeing the man’s eyes shining like a rat’s.

“How long does it take to open that safe?”

“It will take quite some time because the safe has a complex structure.”

“Then let’s go right away. Stand up.”

“yes?”

“If you don’t like it, just wait down there. You’ll get eaten by slimes.”

Splash. Bubbling. Slurp. Slurp.

The wounded that Lord Tentia had thrown fell into the water, and the sound of slimes gathering could be heard.

‘If I give him time to think, he’ll probably plan to betray me. I’ll finish it quickly.’

Valencian tapped the scabbard of his left hand with the fingertips.

The man jumped up, then, unable to control his wobbly legs, fell down again, then got up again, trembling.

“Sir. Take the lead.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Tentia drew her sword.

The man shivered at the eerie, creaking sound.

His pupils shrank as if he had lost his mind.

“Take the fastest route, and lead me quickly. If you don’t find the package, I will kill you painfully.”

The dashing knight rebuked him coldly.

The man hurried up the stairs.

* * *

As I came out of the building, I squinted my eyes against the blinding sunlight.

The slum was dirty and ugly, as befitting a slum.

The cobblestones that should have been laid on the street were all peeled off, as if someone had taken them off and sold them, exposing the dirt and gravel floor.

Buildings made of rough wooden planks stood here and there, three or four stories high, and the finishing was so shabby that they looked like monsters stretching their tentacles into the sky.

It was the result of repeated, unreasonable reconstructions using the original stone buildings as supports.

The streets were filled with shabby people dressed in shabby clothes, their faces and clothes so tattered that the only thing that shined was their eyes.

In the alleys, screams and the sound of men and women fighting could be heard.

I held my breath as the foul smell surged toward me.

No matter how much I try, I can’t get used to this.

The underground water would probably be several times cleaner.

Muddy. Mossy mud clung to the steel boots of Lord Tentia.

She let out an unbecoming slur.

“If I go back, I should call an architect and suggest that we redesign the city plan. I guess we could also use the demolition process as a training ground for urban warfare.”

“Good idea.”

“Or you could set it on fire. The court wizards are anxious to try out some new spells.”

What kind of spells were developed around this time?

I remembered.

It was a flame swirl scroll.

“That’s a very good idea. What should I build next?”

Sir Tentia looked thoughtful for a moment and then answered.

“Whatever you do, it will be better than what you have now. We cannot allow a pack of beggars to live within the walls of Soletaraon, protected by His Majesty’s knights.”

She spoke without lowering her voice.

But there was no sign of resistance or resentment in the eyes of the passers-by.

Instead, he retreated to a corner or turned his body away, trembling in fear of meeting eyes with Lord Tentia.

To them, knights were no different from apostles of the gods above the clouds.

They are the ones who can’t even handle mana.

Even if you say hippopotamus, it would take a thousand men to kill an armored knight.

Especially if it’s the Tentia Lord.

“Nari. Could you please go a little slower? My legs hurt.”

The man with the knot bracelet glanced back and said.

I could understand.

Even if they belong to a gang, their physical abilities would be incomparable to mine or hers.

But I had neither the time nor the reason to consider that.

I shook my head at Sir Tentia, who asked with her eyes, “What should I do?”

She rebuked him with a coldness as frost.

“I feel like I need another guide. Are there no more men like you in this street? I don’t think your men will give you time to reach your leader. If you don’t want to get your head cut off, hurry your pace.”

“Okay, Nari.”

The guy went into an alley.

The poor people who had been living there were startled when they saw me and hid between the buildings or bowed their heads on the floor.

I observed my surroundings without giving them a glance.

I didn’t pay attention to what I saw and just focused on the sounds I heard around me.

It’s a place I didn’t come to often even when I fell as far as I could in my previous life.

There is no God or justice here.

“It’s in front of me. Nari.”

At the end of the alley, a three-story stone building appeared.

Like other slum houses, the building was extended by attaching wooden planks to the sides and top.

Still, there were stone steps left on the road in front of the boss’ hideout, and I saw a boy about my age sweeping the floor with a broom.

Dada, dada, dada.

The sound of footsteps running between the alleys was getting louder.

“Okay. Thank you.”

I spat out coldly.

“lily?”

The man who heard my voice frowned.

“kyung.”

I looked at Sir Tentia.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

She answered politely and then stabbed the bastard in the back with her sword.

“Cough!”

The man who saw the sword sticking out of his stomach made a face full of indignation.

He gritted his teeth and knelt on the floor.

I kicked him in the back and murmured as I once did.

“When did you call the gang? Did you send a signal when you stopped to tell them to slow down?”

The sound of footsteps was approaching.

Between the dark alleys, rat-like eyes gleamed.

“It’s true that even a cornered mouse will bite a cat.”

Sir Tentia waved his sword, shaking off the blood and speaking in a disapproving tone.

“I’ll go in and see. Let’s teach them that a mouse is a mouse by asking the cat.”

“Are you okay alone?”

“Even so, he is a royal. He is the pinnacle of bloodlines. He has many other skills besides kicking the legs, so don’t worry.”

I left the slowly creeping out gang and Lord Tentia behind and headed towards the leader’s hideout.

A boy who had been cleaning in front of the building was seen running away into the alley.

I stared at the firmly closed wooden door for a moment.

“flaw.”

Then he drew his sword and thrust it forcefully between the planks.

A distinct sense of incongruity was transmitted through the sword, along with the sound of a piece of wood breaking.

The sensation of stabbing flesh rather than wood, and the startled scream came a beat later.

I muttered as I watched the blood flowing under the door.

“You always have to be careful when rushing in.”

I swung the door open before they could get into position.

Inside, there was a group of about fifteen people gathered.

He looked quite flustered, as if he hadn’t expected an attack.

Those who saw me ground their teeth and prepared their positions.

Armed with hatchets and daggers, perfect for swinging in narrow alleys.

The look in his eyes and his demeanor were quite menacing.

It was a gang that maintained the position of predators in this street where tomorrow was not guaranteed.

No one bowed their heads to show respect even when they saw this platinum blonde.

Even in a world where the authority of the imperial family had fallen to rock bottom, it was unexpected that the emperor’s own blood relative would come directly to this slum.

And in this world, unexpected things often happen.

“A flame that blooms while swaying.”

I mocked them and recited the spell.

I felt like I was exhaling endlessly, and the mana that had been stored in my heart flowed out in an instant.

The sheep were still in poor shape, but the control engraved in their souls was still there.

Ten fist-sized fireballs burned faintly.

“magic……?”

The one in front opened his eyes wide.

“It’s late.”

I threw all ten fireballs into the hallway.

Then he closed the door and took three steps back.

Time passed to count to two.

The door opened with a creaking sound as if it had exploded.

Guys with their whole bodies on fire rolled around on the floor in the hallway, screaming.

Those who still had their wits about them tried to put out the fire by shaking each other’s bodies.

However, the flames imbued with mana did not die down easily and spread all the way into their hideout.

“The flame that follows rises.”

I stepped into the smoky hideout, some of the flames trailing behind me.

I thought as I stabbed the heart of the man who was rushing towards me, harming the smoke.

How high on the floor would you place the safe to ensure you can escape at any time?