How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 174

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat, episode 174

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Normally, when knights competed in pure martial arts, they would take off all of the magical tools they were wearing or perform them inside a semi-magic field.

“His name is Albertos, a knight of His Majesty Marcus.”

“I am Tentiara, a knight of His Majesty Valencianus.”

Because the presence or absence of a magic tool can overcome the mediocre gap in skill.

The repeated improvements to magical tools do not end with simply adding 'sturdiness' to armor or 'sharpness' to swords.

He has carved all sorts of spells into his swords, allowing him to shoot out blades of fire, lightning, and wind, and he has infused his armor with strange magics such as 'reflection' and 'shock absorption and release', and he wears rings with different magic engraved on each finger.

“What should I do with the magic tools?”

“It’s a voice that you’d regret not having, so please use it. This Tentia will give you special permission to use it.”

Of course, there were many knights who did not use offensive magical tools for reasons such as using too many magical tools would make them dependent on them, or getting close to the magical circuits engraved on the magical tools would interfere with the mana flow in the body.

That's what happened to Tentia.

“Don’t regret it, Lord Tentia.”

It wasn't Albertos.

Pearl, luck.

At the end of July, when the sun was blazing, Albertus threw off his cloak.

Tentia took a deep breath when she saw the giant.

A soft magical glow was emanating from the heavy brass-colored special armor.

Gears and chains were also visible under the armor between the joints.

It was a magic armor, a product of magical engineering.

Valencian gave Tentia a worried look.

Tentia shook her head and lifted her visor to show her face to Albertos.

The two knights, having confirmed that neither of them was afraid, closed their shields.

“You’d better call a priest!”

“I don’t know how to take off that armor, so don’t complain even if your heart stops beating!”

They clashed like two buffaloes.

bang!

There was a sound like siege rams crashing into the walls.

Valencian smiled at that moment, and Marcus clicked his tongue.

Tentia rushed in like the wind and took the lead.

As she brought down her sword, she wrapped herself in a sticky red mana blade.

The burning ice, the flames falling down, drew a red line.

Albertus then raised his sword with one hand and tried to strike back.

“No way!”

Tentia was a knight who could win a tug-of-war with dozens of men without armor, and her platinum armor was also a piece engraved with many auxiliary techniques, such as strengthening strength.

Since she was swinging the sword with both hands, there was no way even a sword expert could block it with one hand.

Carddddddd-!

The black-gray mana blade and the red mana blade clashed, and the ground beneath Albertos' feet caved in.

Squeak!

The plates and gears screamed, the armor plating shook, and its broad back trembled.

Tentia pressed down on Albertos as if she was going to bury him in the ground.

Albertos' body slowly tilted, and it seemed to anyone that he was being pushed.

“I understand, Lord Tentia. That’s… that’s it.”

“Your voice is too relaxed to speak so casually. Your words and actions don’t match!”

“I will make it match from now on.”

Cheeeeek!

Steam billowed from between the armor plates, and a flash of magical energy surged forth.

Gears and cogs spun furiously inside the armor plates, steel wires fashioned by the mad genius Marcus along the muscle structure contracted, and a strong gust of wind shot out from beneath his feet, creating a rebound.

Phew!

Tentia, who had been pressing down on the sword, was lifted into the air.

earth!

Albertos struck the ground like a flash, wrapped an electric current around his longsword and swung it, striking his abdomen.

Of course, Tentia wasn't the type to accept that as is.

She lifted her knees into the air, lowered her elbows, and grabbed the sword.

Phage crackle!

Sparks flew loudly from the spikes on his elbows and knees.

thud!

Once again, the two knights fell to the ground, and Tentia raised her sword above her head and rushed forward, swinging it around.

It was a red disc that had repeatedly ground down the eroder's body.

Instead of blocking it head-on, Albertos infused the mana within his body into the sorcery circuit engraved on his left gauntlet.

Phage crackle!

Blue lightning flashed from his fist, and he radiated the electricity as if he was throwing a net.

Of course, Tentia's platinum armor was a magical armor that could even repel lightning magic, and Albertos knew that, but from the beginning, it was an attack aimed at buying just one second.

Card grab!

The red disc cut through the lightning, and Albetos slid in between.

Steam rose between the plates at their knees and elbows, and a strong wind blasted from the soles and backs of their steel boots.

He held the sword with one hand, and Tentia held it with two.

The two-handed side was stronger and more precise, but one hand was longer.

Kaang-!

There was a sharp crack, and Tentia was kicked back like a ball.

Her legs, bent over and stopped, were buried in the dirt up to her knees.

“Should I try more?”

“Of course! I’m just starting to feel better!”

* * *

One by one, the platinum knights and steel knights let out a sigh.

'Tentia. I was always defeated seven times out of ten times in our duel… … But I never knew your skills would improve so much. I wonder if I'll be able to win even once now.'

'Sir Albertos is the one who uses that magic armor the best. How can he stand up to him without even one magical offensive tool? Not to mention the huge difference in physique. His skills as a human are superior. Is he really the platinum knight of the royal family?'

The duel between Tentia and Albertos continued for 30 minutes.

Tentia swung her sword lightly like a whirlwind and gracefully struck Albertus' entire body, while Albertus struck Tentia's shoulder armor, breastplate, and helmet with measured movements.

“Ugh!”

thud!

Tentia stepped on the ground, gathering strength and accelerating as if an afterimage would remain for a moment.

The sword swung with both hands while changing direction mercilessly struck and cut Albertos' side, elbow, shoulder, and helmet.

These were attacks that would have been fatal regardless of whether he was wearing armor or not, but Albertos silently accepted them and swung his sword.

There was a thud and this time Tentia was pushed back, and Valenciaus shut his eyes tightly.

'Kyung. I thought I had become strong enough… … but is it still difficult among fellow geniuses?'

Albertos rushed in and grabbed Tentia's right leg with both hands, then tackled her by pushing her in the stomach with his shoulder.

Tentia kicked the ground with her left foot, regained her balance in an instant, and struck Albertos' nape and temple five times with the egg-sized chunk of iron under her sword's grip.

Boom!

The one who rolled on the floor was Tentia, but the one who stumbled, unable to withstand the shock, was Albertos.

At that moment, Tentia escaped by hitting Albertos' jaw with her elbow.

Phage crackle!

I was hit straight by lightning and fell backwards.

“Oh, oh, oh.”

Marcus clicked his tongue in disapproval.

Because Albertus took a deep breath instead of rushing forward even after landing a big blow… … thought Valencianus.

'As soon as we arrived at the capital, we got into a fight between knights, not to mention a duel. It was a gamble. If we won, we would have to face Jaylilith, but if we lost, we would have to face the officials.'

Valencianus intended to stop the duel at this point.

The goal was to get Marcus to swear loyalty, not to flatten his nose, and he knew how strong Tentia would become in ten years.

'Sir. Don't push yourself too hard. It's only been a year.'

If you overdo it in one fight now, you might not be able to reach the top.

It was the leisure characteristic of those who knew the promised victory of the future.

“Marquis. This is enough-.”

“Haaah!”

At that moment, Tentia shouted loudly as if to tell them to stop talking nonsense.

The two were about ten paces apart, and although it was obvious that both of them were not in good shape even through their armor, their spirits were still high.

Valencianus thought as he looked at the mana blade that was sticking to Tentia's sword like hardened blood.

'I'm sorry, sir. I insulted you.'

Her beautiful platinum armor was bruised and bruised, the red ribbon on her helmet was torn, and she limped, but she still looked dignified and majestic.

'It's a realm that is reached by doing your best every single moment of every day.'

* * *

Tentia suddenly felt her breathing become ragged.

It seemed like my ribs were broken.

The bones did not dig into the body because the mana supported the body and the plate armor functioned like an exoskeleton.

Then we could fight.

"flaw."

Albertos was strong.

It was indeed a knight worthy of being sent out by the Marquis.

Phew!

A movement that accelerates while blowing wind behind your back.

Phage crackle!

A lightning bolt followed by a rush.

Hurrruk!

A fierce flame spews out from the pipe at the elbow.

Saaaaak!

From the explosive strengthening of his body to the one-handed slash that he would scream, nothing was non-threatening.

However, Tentia thought that Albertos' movements were somewhat crude.

The knight could train his mana and body and become perfect in himself.

'Imperial Swordsmanship.'

Within her body, mana enveloped her muscle fibers and tendons, assisting her movements.

Sometimes as hard as steel, sometimes as flexible as a mollusk.

The flow should have continued naturally, but something felt off.

Tentia looked at Albertos as if he were a mirror and found the part that bothered her.

'Found it.'

The numerous magical circuits engraved on his armor were unconsciously influencing the flow of his swordsmanship.

If you were conscious of it, you could rule it out.

As if eliminating enemies who would make her lord conscious, Tentia completely took control of the parts of her body that were influencing and being influenced.

'I've only been strengthening my strength with mana so far, and I've barely thought about increasing my durability.'

I had the best armor, so I didn't have to try to block the spear with my body.

However, there are techniques that can only be used if the strength of the body itself is secured.

Saaaaah-.

Red mana filled my body like a spider web.

At that moment, Tentia felt as if the gears that had been spinning were now in sync.

Now I felt like I could finally focus all my body's strength into one point.

"flaw."

“Let’s fight!”

Albertos wrapped his sword in electricity and shot at me.

Clad in heavy armor, he looked more like a golem made of steel than a human.

Tentia raised her sword with graceful movements.

Saaaaaaaaaaaaa-.

Imperial Swordsmanship Level 6, Self-Discrimination.

It was a realm where one could cut down the target in front of one's eyes without any regard for it.

He lowers his body slightly and pushes Albertos' sword up with his shoulder.

You can rely on the strength of your armor to take the slash head-on, but you need to bend your body like this to gain the counterforce to the downward slash.

The red mana inside her body expanded and contracted, gathering strength.

The red mana blade cried as if it were alive.

Albertos and Marcus opened their eyes simultaneously.

Albertos sensed defeat, and Marcus was able to see through the glasses how the mana moved within Tentia's body.

Tsk-tsk-tsk!

The reconciliation was loud and loud.

Albertos fell to the ground, steam belching from the cracks in his armor.

Tentia took off her helmet and tucked it under her side.

Sweat was pouring down like rain from all over my body.

She walked over and knelt on one knee before Valencian.

“Your Majesty. I have returned victorious.”

* * *

The Marquis' technicians, alchemists, and magicians moved Albertos to the infirmary inside the airship, and Marcus narrowed his eyes at Tentia.

I shrugged and said to Marcus.

“Marquis. The rain has stopped, so let us go in. His Majesty the Emperor is looking forward to dinner with you.”

Marcus nodded.

“Understood, Your Majesty. I will go in obediently. Then, would it be okay to increase the number of guards a little? How about 500?”

Smiling brightly as if she had wanted this from the beginning.

My face hardened as if I had been hit with a bullet.

I said let's go in, and it looks like I had ordered Sir Tentia to take down Sir Albertos, so it was hard not to increase the escort here.

It was impossible to say, “Bring only 100 of our knights into the capital, where there were many knights who could defeat your knights.”

“300 people. How is it?”

“Okay. I’ll do 300 people.”

Hardritan raised his white eyebrows as if to ask if that was okay.

I nodded and smiled.

As if he had been waiting, Marcus assembled a force of steel knights in golem-like armor, battle mages with magical steel tentacles hanging from their backs, and heavily armed infantry carrying what looked like magic guns.

We passed under the gate, and a formal checkpoint followed.

And the guard and the constable said,

“Then there will be a military tax collection.”

Marquis Marcus' face hardened.

“Armed tax?”

“I am receiving it on all blades longer than a span, all armor pieces except for the breastplate, magic tools, and helmets.”

“If you don’t want to pay the tax, we can store it in our storage locker.”

“However, please understand that a storage fee will be charged at this time.”

I smiled and faithfully paid my share of the military tax in silver coins.

“Shouldn’t the Marquis pay his dues quickly?”