How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 198

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Sereraji was unexpectedly popular with the people of the capital.

People wanted the royal family that led them to be worthy of their affection, and so they wanted to give affection to them.

Jaylilith was too distant and lofty to love.

The Emperor of the Empire was a being who deserved awe and fear rather than love and affection.

Valencian was a man of great promise, acknowledged by everyone, regardless of gender, age, wealth, or social status.

Even if he wasn't a bastard, the people of the capital subconsciously knew that they shouldn't love the emperor's twin, especially the older brother who was first in line for the succession.

Helena, Hadritan, and Denia rarely appeared in public.

Although he had loyalty and affection towards the royal family, neither the Emperor nor his brother were worthy of his affection, and all of his affection was directed towards one magician.

“Tell it to Sereraji!”

“Your Majesty! Please help me!”

Ability proven by those from the ivory tower.

A compelling narrative of an elite course, a year of decline, and a glorious comeback.

A pro-people move by investing in slums.

The exhilaration of defeating and expelling Valencianus.

Long blue hair that gives an intelligent impression and mysterious and elegant gold and silver Liaodong.

A fresh, cat-like appearance that maintains an appropriate distance for admiration.

A proud attitude, always carrying a full wizard's gear: a staff, a wide-brimmed hat, and robes.

When I bow my head and see you from afar, you even show mercy by lightly raising a hand and cheering back.

Sereraji had all the qualities to be hailed as a hero.

She walked out leisurely, picking up her cane.

“Dispel.”

For a moment, a yellow light flashed, and the ball of flame that had gathered to the size of a ripe melon disappeared as if it were a lie.

Dispel requires more mana than casting, but Serenade spent over 20 minutes preparing the spell using all of his verbs, spells, seals, staffs, and potions, and it was a clean success.

I was left feeling a little dizzy, but it was a cute price to pay.

"this-!"

Valencianus showed his expected hostility, and Sererazie clicked his tongue and struck his staff on the ground.

“Little brother. Let’s go back.”

earth!

An electric current flashed from the yellow jewel, and the shocked Valencian fell down like a rotten piece of wood.

At the last moment, he was skilled at slightly twisting his body to avoid hitting his head on the rock.

Sereraji twirled his staff and pointed it at Valencianus.

“Your lack of freedom is their safety.”

Stone chains were pulled from the stone floor and bound Valencian's wrists and ankles tightly.

“Waaaaaaaaaah!”

The next moment, a roar louder than the thundercloud she had called forth shook the area.

'When the police chiefs arrive soon, can I just pack everything and head back to the palace? I hope Lord Tentia comes quickly.'

“Sereraji!”

“Sereraji! Sereraji! Sereraji!”

“Your Majesty. May you live long and prosper!”

“Please kill that bastard.”

“Revenge!”

She was beside herself with the outpouring of screams.

The loud voice, the aftereffects of powerful spells, the foul smell that could not be helped no matter how much the slimes purified her, the glare that tormented her eyes that had not yet fully adapted to the dark, the incomprehensible turmoil of emotions carried by the shouts tormented her.

'You want to go in quickly. I guess I'll have to give you some red medicine since the horns and scales won't go away.'

As I held onto the cane so tightly that the tendons in the back of my hand turned white, the crowd split apart with a murmur.

'Who… is here?'

* * *

Charurk, cheeeeeeek, weeeing.

There was the sound of gears turning, steam gushing out, and chains turning.

A familiar face looked down at her from above the hole.

“Your Majesty, I will serve you from now on. Is that alright?”

A striped suit, subtly colored black eyes, gold-rimmed glasses, and a good-natured, intelligent smile.

But Sereraji, a fellow wizard, could immediately recognize him.

Behind that suit and those glasses, there was a madness that would make even the most ignorant of the invaders run away in fear.

The most dangerous lord in the West.

It was Marcus, the Iron Blood Lord.

“His Highness the Grand Duke Valencian is also with us. After all… … Shouldn’t His Majesty the Emperor know what he was trying to do? But we can’t just throw it to them.”

The voices of the angry crowd were still loud.

As Sereraji hesitated, two mechanical engineers jumped down into the sewer and approached her.

Sereraji unconsciously took a step back, but then glared at the boy standing next to Marcus.

'Why is that kid here?'

White hair, half-closed red eyes.

It was the eroder boy that Rudy and Tentia had taken away.

* * *

Rudy was from a fallen noble family in the capital, and Tentia was from a long-standing knightly family.

Rudy has long brown hair, and Tentia has short red hair.

Rudy had a gentle and kind impression, while Tentia had a manly and cheerful impression.

Rudy began her career as an apprentice maid at the age of ten, and Tentia took up the sword as a page at the age of seven.

Rudy served the nominal royal family hundreds of years in the line of succession, while Tentia entered the academy at the top of her class, graduated at the top of her class, and was knighted.

Rudy was trained in the fighting doctrine of the Assassins, and Tentia was a knight among knights.

Although they are two different things, if there is something similar.

“Sir.”

“Yeah. I felt it.”

He was extremely sensitive to murderous intent and hostility towards the same people.

Rudy opened the carriage window curtains slightly and looked outside.

Even though I was running along the road to the palace, I saw strangely few people, and the few I could see had a very steady gait.

"iced coffee."

Rudy regained consciousness by holding the six-shot Agate and the magic dagger 'Vitality', adjusting his four-point glasses, and repeatedly strengthening and releasing his body in place.

Her kind green eyes had a sharp, glassy quality to them, and she smiled brightly.

'Up. The carriages following behind and above the building are all traps. The coachman seems to have been threatened, and I don't see any large weapons. They're either skilled or have magical tools, but since we're in the capital, there's a high chance they're skilled. It'll be important to subdue them with rapid fire.'

Crunch.

Tentia untied the right loop of her red cloak, turned it over, and hung it on the wrist of her left gauntlet.

If you wear full-body plate armor, you don't need a separate shield, but since you don't know what kind of magical tool your opponent might use, it's better to block the attack with your arms rather than letting it hit your body.

I didn't bother to put my hand on the sword.

She was a knight among knights, a first-class swordsman, and could draw her sword at any time and in any stance.

'Screams and galloping sounds are heard from the street next door. They seem to be following the galloping four-horse chariot… … A small force of light cavalry. Marcus. Are they finally moving?'

Tentia was basically the type of person who thought that if one's body was good, there was no need to worry about one's head, but he was interested in how to better protect and follow his lord.

I also closely watched as Valencianus and Jerilis met with the great nobles of the North, Central, and East since last year and laid the groundwork for their oath of loyalty.

And in her view, the most dangerous of the nobles who had now come to the capital was Marcus, the Iron Lord.

'It will clash with the Ivory Tower in that it is trying to develop a magic gun, and it will clash with His Majesty in that it seeks expansion rather than stability. It is likely that it will bring in other nobles with the common goal of obtaining permission to expand its territory.'

The circular intersection with a traffic island in the middle was quickly approaching.

The coachman pulled on the reins to slow down the pace.

At that moment, enemies appeared as if by magic.

“Kyahahahahahaha!”

Light cavalry came charging from the right lane.

“Hit!”

Light infantry poured out from the left avenue.

The groom, seeing the bright blue blade, pulled back on the reins and lost consciousness.

Of course, Tentia and Rudy had no expectations that the coachman would come to his senses in the first place.

Rudy held Agate in his hands and waited for her to approach, while Tentia kicked open the door and ran out.

* * *

'A terror bird?'

The creatures that the enemies that came rushing in from the right were riding were flightless birds that looked like slightly larger ostriches with a strong beak.

Tentia had heard of the dreadbird light cavalry that lived in the southwestern desert.

Although it was weaker than a horse, it was a beast that nomadic peoples often used for raids because it changed direction quickly and ate less.

A hundred or so light cavalrymen riding on such fearsome birds charged forward, shouting strange war cries.

They wore geometrically patterned surcoats over their chainmail armor, caps made of rolled cloth, and were armed with bows, javelins, and crescent-shaped swords.

“Arrrrrrrrrrrrr-!”

“Arrrrrrr-!”

Tentia stood alone in front of them, lifting her visor to reveal her manly face and red eyes.

“I am Tentia, a knight of His Highness the Grand Duke of Valencian. I do not fear you, and I am ready to fight. Who will challenge me?”

“Heeheeheeheehee!”

“Heeheehee!”

A mocking voice rang out among the light cavalrymen.

Warriors in the Southwest regarded such fighting methods as 'ignorant'.

The man in the lead pulled the reins and charged without revealing his name.

A javelin left his grasp and flew through the air, followed immediately by a crescent-shaped sword.

“You have not revealed your names, so you cannot be my prisoners!”

Tentia accelerated, kicking off the ground with each step.

Thud, the sound of a javelin bouncing off a gauntlet without piercing it.

Judging from the considerable shock, it seemed like the opponent was also a sword user.

“Knight! Die!”

Before my eyes, the Terrorbird cavalry raised its sword.

Instead of blocking, dodging, or deflecting the attack, Tentia swung her gauntleted right fist and struck the fear bird down.

The Sword Expert's movements were heavy and fast.

Neither the rider nor the fear bird could avoid it, let alone see it.

Boom!

It was the sound of a broken necked bird bouncing back like a kicked ball.

The panicked cavalryman rolled on the ground without even being able to do anything, and only then did Tentia draw his sword.

“Okay, wait a minute!”

“You didn’t tell me your name. I don’t know you.”

There was a reason why the journalists insisted on such 'ignorant' methods.

Tentia beheaded the bewildered light cavalryman, then lifted his head and threw it at the light cavalryman following him.

“Now! Who is the nameless one who will challenge me!”

A mana blade with a sticky texture like blood burned from the long sword 'Hwahan'.

'You're still amazing.'

Tentia ran out, but Rudy waited in the carriage.

'The sorrow of one without full plate armor.'

The left door opened, and a light infantryman shoved his upper body in.

He was wearing a leather armor with plate lining on a light infantry theme, with gears and chains visible at the joints, and what looked like a musket at his waist.

The 'T' shaped eye sockets of the helmet were made of a material that was either glass or crystal, and were magical tools with spells similar to spectacles.

“You’re lucky.”

The elite soldiers serving Marcus were relieved to see the white-haired boy target inside the carriage, were delighted to see that the boy was still alive, and cheered when they learned that the only person inside the carriage was a delicate-looking maid.

"yap!"

He was still laughing when the maid thrust a blade made of ice into his eye socket, piercing his eye and causing his head to spin.

The elite soldiers fell without even being able to scream, and the light infantrymen drew their bows.

Strength training and point throwing really came into their own when using archery.

Pfft, thud, thud!

The carriage transformed into a hedgehog, and Marcus' soldiers calmly opened the carriage doors.

“Welcome.”

What was waiting for them was Rudy, lying face down at the foot of the chair.

“And goodbye.”

Phew!

Kaspar the Magong fired a shotgun volley, and the ten or so people gathered in front of the door fell to the ground at the same time.

“Ahhhh!”

Rudy flew with 'Life' and 'Agathe' in his hands.

“You’re trying to interfere with Lord Valen, aren’t you? Ah, you who are wasting your breath! Please all go to the God of Light.”

Grabbing the scruff of the neck and using its body as a shield, he fires Agate, stabs the gap in the helmet and the joints with his vitality to kill it, swings the blade he made with his blood and cuts off its neck, rolls on the ground and stabs the back of its calf, jumps up and pierces under its chin… … .

The maid and the knight, two 'servants' swept across the battlefield.

However, the assassins of the late Yeolsaam approached the carriage without even a shadow, and while hundreds of soldiers were being slaughtered, they took one boy and leisurely disappeared.

At one point Rudy saw that the carriage was empty.

“Hehehe.”

He smiled and wiped the blood that had splattered on his cheek.