How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 178

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat, episode 178

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Cariosa accepted Valencian's offer.

The 65,000-man army was only marched a day's journey from Soletaraon.

The Eastern lords who had come with her arrived at the foot of the walls of Soletaraon, accompanied only by an escort of about three hundred men and a group of administrators.

The old minister of the palace treated them with respect, and the eastern ministers headed to the chartered hotel satisfied.

Two days later, Cariosa arrived at the foot of the walls with Valencian.

Leading an escort of 4,000 men.

The guards and marshals tried to tell them that the limit was 300, but only someone with 5,000 elite soldiers could tell someone with 4,000 elite soldiers to follow the rules.

The commander of the Brass Knights, who led the 30,000-strong army called together from the central region, threatened, not threatened, and appealed, not appeal, while the chief of police demanded an absurd amount of money for the military tax from Cariosa.

however.

“I will give it to you.”

"yes?"

“Didn’t you say you would? Get out of the way.”

I had no choice but to keep my mouth shut and step back like a mute who has eaten honey in front of Cariosa, who held out a chest full of gold bars.

“The safety of this body is of the utmost importance.”

The wall built of gold crumbled miserably before a hammer made of more gold.

So a great army of four thousand men entered the walls of Soletaraon.

The citizens of the central region, seeing the armor of the eastern seamen with their blue-scale patterns and their white shark flags, trembled in fear and prayed that they would not turn into plunderers or rebels.

Although it was not expected that the Emperor would be defeated even against such elite soldiers, it was quite possible to predict that the Emperor would turn a blind eye to 'some disturbances' in order to secure their loyalty.

However, the seamen who followed Summerlin's descendants were by no means mercenary criminals.

They were united by iron discipline and solidarity, and did not arbitrarily threaten the citizens of the capital.

Barbatos, who had increased the number of police chiefs in anticipation of their flocking to the red-light district every night, and Red Mask, who had been thinking only of making money, were flustered.

Of course, it wasn't without incidents.

Originally, Valencian and Hadrian had not planned to bring more than 1,000 troops per family into the castle, and of course, the open fields they had prepared in various places could not accommodate 4,000 soldiers.

“First, push them all to the east!”

“Then we need to find a new garrison for the six families.”

“Nowhere near the palace. Use whatever means necessary to create space.”

“There is a market! There is plenty of space, including the warehouse space.”

“Okay. It will be closed during the period of the nobles’ stationing.”

“Then there will be backlash from citizens and merchants.”

The imperial administrators and Hadritan 'somehow' created space.

“Valencian… … .”

“You can’t say that the invaders came in twice. Compensate them with the military tax you collected. So that they don’t starve to death.”

“Couldn’t you have stopped it?”

“You reduced 65,000 to 4,000. Did you need more?”

“… … No. That’s enough.”

"okay."

Valencian flew over the marketplace on his wyvern, creating low-temperature flames.

“Hahahaha!”

A wave of flames swept through the market, and as merchants fled, police arrived to clear the scene and bring in the military.

The people were not fools, and they realized that Duke Valencian had closed the markets to bring in his troops.

“How much bribe must have been received!”

“That crazy man!”

“My parents fell while running away and broke their legs.”

A torrent of profanity erupted.

The palace maids and servants were so afraid to go outside that they had to send errand boys to do the shopping.

But Valencian was always being reviled.

“All 4,000 troops have set up camp.”

“There have been no military clashes with the Black Iron Knights or the police officers yet.”

“The audience preparations are complete, Your Majesty. His Majesty awaits.”

Always been in pain.

“Okay. I’ll go up right away.”

I endured it this time too.

* * *

“A marriage alliance. He wants to take you as his son-in-law and become king.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Valencian reported politely, and Jaerilis tapped her ring-clad fingers on the desk in her office.

Knock, knock, knock.

The emperor's worries did not last long.

“That condition is unacceptable. If the East becomes independent, the voices for independence in the North will also grow louder, and then the Empire’s territory will be split in half. After stabilizing the Empire, I planned to liberate the entire continent from the threat of invaders through an expansion policy. I cannot accept conditions that go against my wishes.”

“If Your Majesty refuses the crown, Cariosa will surely want the title of Archduke and his own convictions.”

There was not the slightest tremor in Valencian's voice as he spoke of his desire for a conscience.

His belief was that if you enjoy the benefits of bloodlines, you must take responsibility for the bloodline, and so it was only natural that he could enter into a political marriage.

Moreover, Cariosa was a noblewoman with a mysterious air, and her personality was not so cruel or twisted.

If we were to compare marriage to a contract, it was quite a contract.

But the emperor shook his head again.

“That’s not allowed either. I don’t want to let you go yet.”

“Your Majesty. Yes.”

Valencianus tried to protest, but Jerilis answered firmly.

It wasn't a voice that always had a lazy, relaxed tone.

"stop."

The irresistible power of the verb resonated through the office.

“I protected you once, when you and I were ten years old. Only eight years have passed since then.”

A convulsion came over Valencian's face.

Before that day, he was an eternal sinner.

Now that Jaylilith had brought up the story of that day, all he could do was follow along obediently.

“I will accept it. … … Then, what do you plan to do with the Marquis Cariosa? Shouldn’t we entrust her with managing the eastern part? She is certainly a capable noblewoman.”

Jaylilith tilted her coffee cup for a moment.

A sadistic murderous glint flashed through the Emperor's golden eyes, and a languid heat filled his voice again.

“Call the Marquis Cariosa to the palace. Cut off his right arm first, and then we can talk again.”

“Your Majesty, please calm down.”

“Then you try to calm me down. Tell me how to make the Marquis Cariosa swear allegiance to me without giving me the crown or you.”

“… … .”

“The more people have, the harder it is to deal with them. When dealing with such people, it is easier to instill a sense of urgency in them to protect something than to give them something. Jim often chooses his life for that thing. What do you think?”

Valencian chewed his lips.

The crack tore open and thick mana-infused blood gushed out.

He thought about what Cariosa had, what Cariosa cherished, and what among them he could easily destroy.

“What about the forces?”

"influence?"

Jaylilith frowned, and Valencianus knew it was not annoyance but question.

“The counts and marquises who came with her will also have a rough idea of the situation. Cariosa will be given a higher title than she has now, whether it be a duke, an archduke, or a king. Then, they will start a war on their territories and swallow them up one by one. The royal family, who should be mediating this, will turn a blind eye. That’s why they were promoted in the first place.”

“That is indeed so.”

“Of course, there are those who want independence in the East and those who want to unite and revive around Asenorta, but I think that the future of serving Asenorta, who was originally a direct vassal of the same emperor, as their lord, may not be pleasant.”

Now, they are all direct subjects of the same emperor, but if one of them becomes a duke, an archduke, or a king, the ranks of those who were considered equal will be divided among themselves, and if those who have risen in rank declare a war on territory and demand submission, they become lords who must be served.

Even if they were just a count and a marquis, they would feel that difference, but the direct marquises who were originally of the same rank would be going crazy and delirious watching the situation unfold.

“In the East, since there is no competition, it may be thought that it would be advantageous to bow first, but wouldn’t things be a little different in the capital?”

Valencian laughed sadistically.

Jaylilith laughed in unison.

“Yes. We can’t just bring the eastern army here overnight.”

“However… … When I deal with the great lords, I ultimately do so in Your Majesty’s name. Even if I did something on my own, Your Majesty would be insulted as if I could not manage even one grand duke.”

Valencian said with concern in his voice.

Jaylilith smiled lazily as if to ask what he was worried about.

“Your Majesty, you are called a scoundrel, but I am called a tyrant. I am called a murderer of emperors, a murderer of kinsmen, a usurper. If you insult me to my face, you have your head cut off, but if you insult me behind my back, what does that have to do with me?”

“You are truly generous.”

“Okay. How do you plan on moving?”

“If you want to provoke internal strife, you must not attack from outside.”

“That’s not true.”

“However, there is an exception when the attack only benefits one of the members.”

A sadistic and evil smile appeared on Valencian's face.

“If you will entrust me with the task, I will have the Marquis of Asenorta bow to your Majesty for the authority to subjugate the eastern nobles.”

The emperor smiled with satisfaction.

“Do so. But don’t risk your life.”

“Don’t worry. We have no direct ties to the Asenortha family.”

“Will it take a long time to prepare? Is there anything Jim needs to do?”

“I think one day’s preparations will be enough. If the magicians and knights move in the capital, they will be noticed, so I don’t think we will need the help of the Emperor. And-.”

"and?"

“Please let me sleep for four hours.”

* * *

Two days later.

“Your Majesty, there is chaos.”

Cariosa had to listen to the bizarre reports from the servant and the knight in his hotel room.

“What a mess?”

“All the great lords of the East who followed Your Majesty to the first floor hall are now gathered and are shouting loudly that they must meet Your Majesty.”

Summerlin's blood-sucking instincts told her that this was no easy task.

“Tell them I’ll be down in 20 minutes.”

She calmed the confused by offering time and reassurance.

It was the judgment of a great nobleman who beheaded the fish-men who invaded the beach at the age of 13, and launched a landing operation on the fish-men's stronghold at the age of 14.

She wore a cotton garment over her muscular body that glistened as if sprinkled with pearls, and over that a tough crocodile skin garment.

He wore iron plate armor made of hundreds of scales sewn together with engraved magical circuits, thick iron gloves on both hands, and a belt made of shark skin, carrying the magical swords 'Storm' and 'Tailwind' with scabbards also made of shark skin.

He had his blue hair tied up in a tight ponytail, a helmet tucked into his side, and a coat made from the skins of sea giants and sea serpents.

It was a somewhat burdensome plan for midsummer weather, but it was necessary to do this much to establish Asenorta's authority, and Cariosa was no longer in a state where she could be affected by heat or cold.

“I came to the capital to become king, but before I could even receive the crown, I faced a rebellion from my future vassals. Anyway, you and I are both impatient.”

Cariosa muttered as she slowly came down to the first floor hall.

As she took each step, the Eastern nobles who had gathered on the lower floors murmured.

Translucent blue-gray irises and vertically slit black pupils swept over them as if they were going to devour them.

Summerlin, who once ruled the eastern seas, was now showing his teeth even on land.

However, those who have resisted and resisted the Asenortha without being subjugated yet are also those who have at least one legend in their family.

“Cariosa. What’s going on?”

“Why did all our supply wagons burn down?”

I was able to hold the world's second most powerful swordsman accountable.

Cariosa pretended to be taken aback by those words, but he got to the point.

“It seems like lightning has struck the prairie. Why are you blaming me for neglecting your guard?”

A Marquis shouted, his head in a rage.

“There’s nothing wrong with the Asenortha family’s supply wagons!”

Cariosa gritted her teeth when she heard those words.

“Aren’t you planning to make a secret pact with the royal family and destroy us all? Are you planning to make us depend on you?”

Thinking of the prey that was bleeding sweet blood.

'Valencianus.'