How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 187

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A boy with his hood pulled over his head ran like a gale across the rooftop.

The movements of the body as it jumped from roof to roof were surprisingly agile.

Even though Diega was following Amon while drawing on his power, the distance between them was still growing.

"shit!"

'You shouldn't use your strength in front of people.'

Although the Amon faith was not a heresy, it was still not looked upon favorably.

Even Cornell, Die's idol, was shot with a silver arrow during a speech, causing a huge uproar.

'But I can't let go of the guy running away in front of me… … .'

A boy with his hood pulled over his head tried to jump over a street.

“Look at that kid!”

“Oh my god… What’s going on?”

“Who seems to be chasing me?”

People looked at Dié, and Dié instinctively hid between the cracks in the building.

'shit!'

The stigma of being born in the slums still remained in the boy's heart, making him fearful of people's gaze.

While Diega hesitated, the hooded boy jumped off the edge of the roof.

Several fainting girls fainted, and people screamed as they tried to catch the boy.

But the boy did not fall to the floor and turn into a lump of red meat.

With a thud, the boy leapt across a road more than eight meters wide, waving his arms and legs in the air as he advanced, grabbing the edge of the building on the other side.

With a thud, the stones fell and the pedestrians below screamed again.

Then Christian ran out, kicking the ground.

“Get out of the way!”

He was tall and carried a longsword, and in the capital city, only nobles, guardsmen, constables, knights, or students of the Academy's swordsmanship department were allowed to carry a longsword.

And the Academy's fencing department student meant a fighter with skills that even the average thug wouldn't be able to make eye contact with.

It was only natural, since he would have been involved in hundreds of fights throughout his academy career.

Pedestrians screamed and split left and right, and Christian leaped over the wall, trying to slash the ankles of the hooded boy, or rather, the eroder.

The moment Christian jumped, the hooded boy let go of his grip on the edge of the building.

“!”

Christian's sword cut through the air, and the boy fell into the crowd.

Dee drew his dagger and ran out.

“Hey! Are you okay?”

“I woke up.”

“Let’s go to the hospital or the temple.”

“Who are you guys! Who are you to have drawn your swords… … .”

Deen flinched for a moment before shouting that the kid was an eroder.

If you provoke a thief on this crowded street, something unmanageable could happen.

Meanwhile, the hooded boy escaped from the people's hands.

"shit."

He threw himself into the crowd and disappeared as if he had never been there in the first place.

“What just happened?”

“Oh, where did you go?”

Diana locked eyes with Christian and let out a sigh.

People were looking at the two with questioning and wary eyes.

Diana grabbed Christian and dragged him into the alley.

First of all, I had to rejoin Onelly.

* * *

The five gathered in a back alley, and Onelly bowed her head.

“Tracking… has been lost. That’s impossible. It shouldn’t have been possible… unless they literally disappeared.”

Christian hesitated and said.

“It may be true that the problem just disappeared. It suddenly disappeared while I was running. I don’t know if it was transparency, astralization, the power of a rare magical tool, or its own ability, but it will definitely appear again.”

"House said, panting.

“I told the police chiefs too. I told them that the eroder had appeared, and that I had seen a mad wizard just in case. They all said to take action. So for now… … .”

The merchant looked around at the gloomy-looking young men, then coughed and said.

“But I guess I’ll live another 15 years, so to speak, when things get stuck, the right thing to do is to go back before they get stuck.”

“What do you mean?”

“How about going back to that old wizard? I don’t know for sure, but maybe he could ask for a new tracking spell or a higher-dimensional spell?”

Hoses said with a small sigh.

“I won’t report it. Confession… … Ah. Why are you putting me through this ordeal… … .”

Onelly bowed her head as if she was grateful and stood up.

“Then again… … let’s go.”

Dee had a bad feeling about this, and soon realized it was true.

“Wizard?”

The wizard's house he had persuaded two hours ago was now ablaze, reduced to ashes.

“That’s ridiculous.”

“It was definitely here, wasn’t it?”

Christian and Hoz looked around in confusion.

There was not a single soot mark on the building next door, but all that remained of the house where the wizard had stayed was charcoal and ash.

Onelly trembled and hugged her shoulders.

She fidgeted with my handkerchief.

“No. No. No. You didn’t come here by any chance, did you? You couldn’t. I definitely cut it off properly… .”

Hoses gently tugged at the hem of Oneli's clothes.

“Sister. I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I can barely feel the energy of the old days. It’s magic, but… … This, it’s a very unfamiliar energy to me too… … .”

Oneli slowly raised her head, and Dié turned away from her and approached the merchant.

His eyes were shining as if he had found something.

* * *

“Diegun. Do you know what this is?”

Dien swept away the ashes and guessed what the lump of iron was originally like.

“Isn’t it a pot?”

Among the ashes stood a large, three-legged cauldron, half-melted and crumbled.

The merchant tapped the pot and said:

“That’s right. This is a pot. But it’s not an ordinary pot.”

"yes?"

“This is a potion for making magic potions. It is made of a very strong magic alloy that must withstand all kinds of reagents and poisons. As far as I know, this pot cannot be melted by magic below 5 circles.”

Dee let out a sigh as she saw the pot crumble like candle wax.

Next to him, Onelly nodded as if agreeing with the merchant's words.

Before long, Christian and Horse had come over and were listening to the merchant.

“That means a fire with a power of more than 5 circles occurred, but such a wizard is not common in the capital. Since I didn’t sense any of the old energy, that eroder can’t be the culprit either. Then who on earth could burn this place down in just one hour? So precisely that it wouldn’t even leave soot on the surrounding buildings, and at the same time so powerfully that this cauldron would melt.”

Dee naturally muttered a name.

“… … Valencianus.”

If that terrifying scoundrel, who survived by eating the heart of a dragon and gained supreme body and power, could cause such a fire, then so be it.

“Hose muttered in a voice that was slightly filled with guilt.

“The rumors were true. The Archduke Valencian is covering up the incident for fear that the great lords will turn away without swearing allegiance if the presence of the Encroacher is revealed.”

Christian gritted his teeth in indignation.

“We have to stop it. Somehow.”

Deen asked the man who was playing like a warrior.

Indignation was always welcome, but the boy from the slums wanted to distinguish between indignation and naive naivety.

“If the rumors are true… … what can we do?”

Christian said confidently.

“There is someone who can help us. He is very smart and brave. He has connections with the nobles of the court and the senators. He can control the newspapers, and if he gets there, even the Archduke Valencian will not be able to stop people from finding out about this.”

Deen smiled inwardly, satisfied.

Hoses and Onelli also regained their strength.

It would really be possible if the real powers in the Academy stepped forward.

Hoses asked, walking towards the street of learning.

“What a great person. What is his name?”

Christian answered.

“Jin. He is our prestigious student council president. He recently received investment from the court nobles and built large one-room buildings. He can easily spread the word about this place.”

Diana looked back.

“Where did the merchant go?”

* * *

Dié and Hoses waited outside, while Jin and Onelly entered the student council office.

“Welcome, Christian. How’s your vacation going?”

He has gray hair like waves, blue eyes, a sturdy body with a school uniform that fits tightly on his shoulders, and a tall stature.

Jin, the beautiful student council president, welcomed the two of them with cool tea.

O'Neill blushed with excitement at seeing the rumored chairman in person, and Christian responded with a polite bow.

“Thanks to the chairman taking care of each and every cadet, we are doing well.”

“Thank goodness, Christian. What brings you here during the holidays? Maybe joining the student council? You’re always welcome.”

“Actually… … there is something I would like the student council to take action on.”

Christian cleared his throat.

Jin's blue eyes lit up, as if he knew that this was no ordinary matter.

“Tell me more.”

“The explosions that have been occurring recently are not the work of a mad wizard, but of an encroacher, and Archduke Valencian is hiding this fact for fear that the nobles who came to swear allegiance will use that as an excuse to return.”

Christian continued his story without hesitation, following the six principles.

“… … Chairman. The house was burned down in broad daylight, and two people disappeared. Given the circumstances, they must have already died. My friend is still lying in bed, sick. Thanks to the priest, he was spared from death, but we don’t know when cadets from other academies will show up and lynch him.”

The ending was filled with emotion and speculation, but it only served to further emphasize his indignation.

“If it’s true… … it’s a very serious matter.”

Jin answered with a frown.

Christian concluded his speech carefully and firmly.

“Only you, Chairman, can tell us and the people of this capital the truth. Please move the path of learning to uncover the plot of Archduke Valencianus and help us eliminate this dangerous invader.”

Jin remained silent for a moment.

The silence was so long that Christian, who had expected him to nod cheerfully, was taken aback.

At that moment, Onello saw Jin's eyes turn yellow for a moment.

“Mr. Chairman?”

“Ah. Look at my mind.”

He smiled faintly, took out a bottle of medicine with no label from his bosom, and drank it.

“I was hit with a pretty strong curse while trying to break up a fight before the holidays. It’s too expensive to get it purified by a priest, so I’m just using medicine.”

Christian said worriedly.

“The chairman’s health is directly related to the entire distance of learning. Please purify it as soon as possible… … .”

Jin shook his head from side to side.

“No, no. A sponsor bought it for me, so I didn’t even put any money into it.”

"ah."

He continued speaking cheerfully, holding up one finger.

“But there was this story he told me. There are many things that people are better off not knowing. You know, while we were playing, somewhere, a demonic realm opened up and a territory was reduced to rubble, and in the north, everyone our age became a warrior with a hundred battles… … Just imagine if he kept telling you this. You wouldn’t be able to enjoy your academy life then.”

“Mr. Chairman?”

“That won’t do. I am the student body president of this academy and the representative of the Learning Street Student Association.”

Christian suddenly felt his fingertips stiffen.

I tried to get up from my seat, but my legs didn't have the strength.

"no way……!"

Onelly slumped forward weakly at the desk.

Jin urgently reached out and supported her to keep her from hitting her head.

Jin was his usual gentlemanly and cheerful self.

Jin half stood up and looked down at Christian.

“Christian. There is no connection between catching and killing the savages and informing people. In fact, they only get in the way of each other.”

The blue eyes sparkled brightly.

Christian said, feeling a terrible chill.

“That sponsor… … .”

“I’m sorry, Christian. Please sleep for a while. I couldn’t kill you.”