How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 182

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The more you train the human body, the stronger it becomes.

Even someone as small as Tentia could survive a large-scale 'corpse explosion', Sword Master Severic with the blood of a giant could withstand the magical barrage of the Destructionists with his body, and Valencianus, who had undergone the Ritual of Bravery, was immune to fire, which were representative examples.

Cariosa was a first-class swordsman born from one of the finest bloodlines on the continent and trained rigorously.

He was wearing the family treasure, iron plate armor, so any attack would be ineffective.

However, the highest-grade consumable, the Obsidian Pillar, froze the mana of an area, and the iron plate armor was reduced from an absolute defense against siege weapons to a well-made suit of armor.

Her skin was as tough as leather armor, her muscles were like braided wire, and her bones were like forged steel, but Rudy's magic gun was the essence of magic created by great wizards hundreds of years ago.

Phew!

After a dizzying gunshot rang out, blood spurted from Cariosa's thigh.

A few scales fell off the iron plate armor that hung beneath her coat, and red dots appeared one by one at her feet.

It was a powerful bullet that could easily pierce through several eroders, but there was no blood flowing from the inside of Cariosa's thigh.

Rudy looked at it, his green eyes wide open and he was horrified.

'Valen said that this power was enough to pierce through a rock giant!'

But her passion only warmed her heart and cooled her head even more.

The human who could withstand the magic bullet that could pierce even the rock giants was now standing close to Valencianus.

Rudy pulled the trigger calmly.

Paaang!

The second shot hit his calf.

puck!

The tough leather trousers were torn and blood was inevitably spurting out.

Whistle! Whistle, and then click again.

Rudy spun the dismounted pistol around, loaded two large bullets, and pulled the trigger continuously.

After using up all 24 'Kaspar' bullets he was holding, he pulled out the revolver-type gun 'Agate' and fired an additional 36 bullets.

Immediately after being hit by the first bullet, Cariosa raised her right arm and covered her head.

"this!"

Bam! Bam!

As each bullet tore through her body, Cariosa twisted her body, trying to escape Valencian's grasp.

However, from the moment Valencian changed his pupils vertically, he drew on the power of his dragon tongue, covered his body with scales, and focused only on capturing Cariosa.

Even for a Cariosa, it was difficult to shake off Valencianus.

Valencian whispered in Cariosa's ear.

“Sink. Summerlin. To the deepest depths.”

Cariosa's black pupils dilated rapidly.

It was what her distant ancestor said as he sent off the sea monster Summerlin.

“Valencian!”

Cariosa's claws pierced Valencian's upper arm.

Shark-like, sharp teeth dug into Valencian's neck.

Valencianus did not let go of Cariosa's hand, even though blood was dripping from it.

Cariosa suddenly looked into Valencian's eyes.

Dragon, no. The cruel greed unique to the royal family was shining in those golden eyes.

A firm determination to never let go.

'You have to subdue me without the Emperor's hand… … You can drag me before the Emperor. You have to entrust me with the management of the East, but you can't give me the throne, and you can't even give me your body. Is that mean the only piece of meat you can give me is the Duke?'

Strategy.

This phrase, which was often used among the nobles, meant that they treated others not as people but as their positions, abilities, positions, or symbols.

'You said you wanted to marry into royalty and become king.'

Bang, taaang!

Cariosa closed her eyes as she heard the loud gunshot, shook Valencian off and relaxed her arms.

Perhaps thinking that this was a sign of a counterattack, Valencian tightened his grip on her waist.

'Just as I was obsessed with the royal family and came this far, are you obsessed with Asenortha?'

It's a political strategy after all.

Just as Cariosa suffered losses and protected the ports of other great lords, and Valencian killed his grandfather and went to negotiate with his granddaughter.

Because the position of a royal nobleman directly determined his character and position.

Strategy may be the most truthful relationship.

As Valencian was a grand duke, Cariosa was a grand marquis of the East.

‘This kind of obsession… … isn’t so bad.’

The blood that flowed drop by drop from Cariosa's body created several large pools of blood.

Rudy sighed as he looked at the empty cartridge, his gentle face distorted.

Sereraji completed her lightning spell and prepared to shoot Valencianus and Cariosa where they fell.

Tentia finally got up and climbed the stairs, still stabbed in the shoulder and thigh.

A blue-gray light shone in Cariosa's eyes, and a halo like sea fog seemed to ripple across her shoulders.

“By myself, by the waves!”

She sang loudly toward the sky.

Bam!

The next moment, a large crack appeared in the obsidian pillar, 'Bonma Stone', that Tentia had activated.

With the sound of glass breaking, the frozen mana was released again.

The knights' armor became lighter, the aquateg flowing from Valencian's uniform returned to its original place as if time had been turned back, and each piece of Cariosa's armor became imbued with a white light.

Rudy's face turned pale, and she held the two magic daggers 'Vitality' with a determined expression.

Cariosa glanced at her from where she was hiding in the bushes, then grinned like a predator.

And Cariosa raised both hands.

“Let’s stop here. I surrender. They say I can’t give it to you even if I kill you, but if I kill you, I’ll die too. A hunter must only fight fights he can win.”

* * *

As always, the aftermath of the fight was more difficult than the fight itself.

This was especially true when the captive was a high-ranking nobleman, and his army of 4,000 men were still alive and well in the castle, burning with the will to fight.

Fortunately, the prisoner had no further hostile intentions, and was very, very, very wealthy.

“I will pay for the healing potions for the injured guards and knights, the prayer offerings, and the repairs to their armor and weapons. Would a chest of gold be enough?”

“… … Yes. That’s enough.”

“Yeah. It was a shame about earlier.”

“Thank you for your kind words. I am the servant of Soletaras, and you are the Marquis of Asenortha.”

In this world, what determines a person's position is his or her position and title.

It was a law that people of different social status could not carelessly apologize or accept an apology.

“I didn’t know you could dispel that.”

“I apologize. Your Highness the Grand Duke of Sereraji.”

I was horrified when I saw Sereraji wiping the blood with a towel.

Fortunately, she had incredible control over the mana backflow, so she only suffered minor injuries and there was no problem with her heart.

“As a senior wizard, if you get dispelled, just give up on that spell. You might end up wasting your mana and your heart might burst.”

“Shut up. If we meet again, I’ll knock you out in one blow. … … Oh my. What is this?”

Her face was distorted with a look of indignation, but when Cariosa presented her with a box of large pearls and a pair of pearl earrings, her gold and silver eyes immediately sparkled.

“Ikaris. Among the pearls of the Eastern Sea, this one is particularly good at granting flight magic. There is a legend that it was imbued with the tears of a boy who flew through the sky and fell into the sea. Mobility is important for magicians, so use it well.”

"okay."

“… … .”

Cariosa looked at Sereraji for a moment, then added briefly, as if muttering:

“I heard the report that the arsonist was blown away by lightning… … I think I know what happened. I’ll keep that in mind. Disciple of Gestarte.”

“!”

Sereraji, Na, Rudy, and Tentia all hardened their faces at the same time, while Cariosa giggled.

“Hey maid. What family are you from?”

Rudy lowered his eyes and answered.

It seemed like he was trying to hide his tension and hostility.

“I am ashamed to speak to Your Majesty the Marquis about my humble family. I am a fallen nobleman in name only, so I humbly ask that you grant me your silence.”

After a brief silence, Cariosa nodded.

“… … Yeah. That’s right. You’re really good at shooting a shotgun.”

I sneaked between Rudy and Cariosa.

When I shook my head slightly, Cariosa nodded.

“The loser has a long tongue. Well. Now, can I meet His Majesty?”

* * *

The audience and banquet were held in an open-air tent with the drapery pulled up on all sides, just as in the time of Marquis Marcus.

The Marquis' Eastern Knights and Battle Mages, and the Imperial Platinum Knights and Battle Mages swarmed in and stood guard around the area.

Sereraji found himself among the battle mages once again, but this time he held his staff tightly in his hands without saying a word.

As I had previously told her, Jaylilith said nothing about the hole in my uniform at the neck, the broken pieces of Cariosa's iron armor, and the platinum armor of Sir Tentia that was missing the protective gear on the right shoulder and left leg.

“… … I overslept, so our audience was delayed. I’m sorry.”

“No. Thanks to the Archduke’s wit, I have had a very… … heart-pounding time these past three days.”

“Yes. As this is the older brother of Jaylilith, shouldn’t we do that much?”

“You are right.”

The conversation between the two flowed appropriately, in a manner befitting a nobleman and an emperor.

This means that subordinates like me have already agreed on everything and have had a final confirmation.

The dinner was a sumptuous feast, as befitting a feast, but Jaylilith and Cariosa had not tied their hair up and had not been respectful of the table manners, and had only had a sangria toast as a courtesy.

“The territory held by the Asenorta family seems a bit too much for a single marquis to handle.”

Jaylilith spoke monotonously, her golden eyes shining lazily.

If that had come out in a situation where there had been no prior agreement, it would have been a scary statement that could have been interpreted as demanding that we give up our land, but both Jaylilith, I, and Cariosa knew that was not what was meant.

“I am truly grateful that Your Majesty the Emperor is interested in the affairs of the East.”

“Therefore, I will make you a duke and grant you dignity befitting your position.”

Duke.

He was the second 'real' duke, following Severic, the Grand Duke of the North.

I am also a Prince, but I am a Prince in name only, without even a place to stick an awl, so my power cannot be compared with those two.

But Cariosa's mysterious face was dark.

Duke Cariosani, who originally intended to become king over the entire East, will not be satisfied with the temper.

Considering that they had an army of 5,000 men and an allied force of 65,000 men, it was a barely manageable result.

It is no exaggeration to say that it was somewhat embarrassing.

So I asked Jaylilith to give Cariosa one more gift.

“I also appoint him governor of the Anchor Isles, the Serpent Isles, and the Ship Graveyard Isles.”

I don't know how many rare metals, gold veins, and various reagent mines were discovered there before the return.

“!”

“Suppress the fishermen and pirates on the islands in the area, stabilize them through colonial policies, and mine the mineral veins and other resources on the islands. If conflicts with the Eastern Continent arise during this process, judge for yourself and decide in your name.”

These were places that had not been occupied until now due to territorial disputes with the Eastern Continent countries.

So, he was appointed governor, not marquis, of the three archipelagos.

Because I need to be able to move in the name of the Soletaras Empire.

"your majesty!"

Cariosa's eyes fluttered with blue-gray irises and vertically slit black pupils.

A flush came over her face, as if sprinkled with pearls, and several times her sharp teeth showed through her parted lips.

She bowed deeply to Jaylilith.

“I, Cariosa, am at a loss for what to do with the grace of Your Majesty the Emperor.”