How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 209

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The spirit essence transplant was complete, and I left the Imperial Palace Magic Workshop with Jaylilith's support.

The sky was blue, with white clouds floating around.

It was broad daylight.

“I must go in now and fight over the papers. I will order you to be detained for two days for showing a behavior that could be misunderstood by the people, so go in and rest.”

I nodded absentmindedly and followed Jaylilith to the main palace.

The workshop was at the eastern end of the palace, and the annex was at the western end of the main palace, so they had to go together to the main palace anyway.

A cool breeze blew for summer, and sometimes clouds obscured the sun, so it wasn't too hot.

Of course, it was Jayliless who had a hand in it.

As I pretended not to notice and lightly stepped aside, I saw blood splattered on Jaylilith's sleeve.

"your majesty?"

When I pointed at it, she clicked her tongue, and with a wave of her hand, it was all gone.

“But why are your fingers shaped like that?”

“Why are my fingers… … huh?”

The middle and ring fingers of my right hand were translucent.

The ground was visible beneath his fingers.

“!”

I was startled and reflexively recalled my original hand shape, and fortunately, my fingers returned to their opaque state.

“It seems to be a similar phenomenon to the incarnation of black magicians. There is no major problem, but I will be using white gloves from now on.”

“Do so.”

After a while, Jaylilith muttered.

I could see the roof of the main palace in front of me.

“You are becoming more and more of a burden to me.”

I thought about it for a moment and then answered.

“It is an honor.”

After seeing Jaylilith off to the office, I was about to return to the villa to receive my apology when I encountered a couple in the hall.

“Valencianus?”

“You’re safe!”

Helena was wearing brass armor, her red eyes sparkling like jewels, and she looked like she could die from happiness.

A current of joy rose over my shoulders and swirled around like a haze.

It was understandable, as I had been living with the Central Knights and Brass Knights in the camp every day for almost a month, and had also engaged in military activities several times.

On the other hand, Hadritan was dying.

The blue eyes lost their light and began to spin around.

Even the black briefcase and glasses frames seemed too heavy.

I thought I should find out what had happened over the past few days, so I asked them both.

“Are there any major problems in the capital city?”

* * *

Helena smiled brightly and nodded.

“You can rest assured, Valencianus. The noble alliance that Marcus had created has completely disintegrated, and everyone has returned to the capital. Of course, the escort is only about 100 people. Archduke Severic and Marquis Cariosa also returned to their hotels and quarters without any major conflict.”

I breathed a deep sigh of relief.

It seems that there were no unfortunate incidents of the remnants coming together to fight to the end, or of the great nobles drawing their swords to devour each other.

“What about the church?”

“There were no major problems with the church either. At least no military action was witnessed. The knights are quiet. I can guarantee that.”

“Citizens?”

For a moment, Helena's face hardened.

“There was a bit of a disturbance after Lord Tentia carried you into the palace, but it has been put down now. Don’t worry about it.”

It must have been total chaos.

Maybe they are still gathered in front of the palace.

With the military situation thus sorted out, I turned my attention to Hadritan.

He started talking, half-sobbing, before I could even get a word out.

“I’m dying, Valencian. Prices in the capital are going crazy.”

I expected that much.

“The lords are fighting among themselves, the merchants are scared and are not coming in, so there is a shortage of goods, and the citizens are hoarding all the supplies at the night market.”

I expected this much.

“So prices are rising, and thugs are starting to creep out, trying to get a piece of the action. The Black Iron Knights and the police chiefs are having a hard time keeping them out of the sight of the nobles.”

… … This is also somehow within the expected range.

It was obvious that any gangsters who could move in this situation would be connected to members of the National Assembly or nobles of the court.

I finished listening to Hadritan's words, thinking that I should send a letter to Captain Barbatos.

“Besides, I’m currently working on analyzing the value of the land that Marquis Marcus donated, which is no easy task.”

"that is?"

Hadritan gave a rough outline of the procedures for becoming a court noble.

It was said that this was a method of assigning value to everything, including lakes, forests, villages, and cities, and determining pensions accordingly.

“The administrators he brought in are trying to get even a penny more, and we have to get even a penny less, but since we don’t know anything about that area, we have no choice but to give them whatever they ask for.”

Come to think of it, it was still time to use that method.

I frowned for a moment and then said.

“Why don’t you just check the average income from his estate every year and his net profit, and then give him a percentage of that net profit?”

Hadritan had the same expression on his face as the Shining God who welcomed Mateos.

“You are a genius! Valencian!”

“What are you doing with something like this?”

* * *

I left the main palace, greeted by Hadritan and the administrators.

A carriage and a cart stopped next to the main palace, and a very welcome face got out of the carriage.

She had long blue hair and different colored eyes, Serenade.

“Sister?”

“Valencianus! You’re safe. I’m glad you’re recovered.”

Her yellow eyes smiled brightly, and her blue eyes swept me up and down.

Since she is also a skilled magician, she must have noticed that there was a different energy mixed in me.

“Thank you for saving my life. I bet you were really nervous at Marcus’s camp.”

“It’s okay. This body is a genius wizard, so I was able to get out quickly. Oh, did you want to hear me say sorry for leaving you behind?”

A mischievous smile appeared on her lips.

“It’s excessive self-consciousness, sis. Fix it quickly. If it gets worse, it’ll become incurable.”

Sereraji turned her head away, pretending not to hear.

“Isn’t the sound of birds really nice?”

“All I can hear is the administrators screaming.”

She chuckled, and I nodded at the briefcase she was carrying.

“Do you usually carry a bag like that?”

Sereraji shrugged.

With an expectant smile.

“It’s a list. I got everything I could from Marcus right away. I have to report to His Majesty the Emperor what I brought.”

"ah."

“Especially the gravity magic, it’s really amazing. I’m dying to study it as soon as possible! If you combine it with the Ikaris pearl that Cariosa gave you, you’ll get the best flying magic tool.”

He seemed quite excited.

She even stomped her feet like a child, which did not match her cool and fresh appearance.

I said, shuddering at the gap between me and the calm, blue-haired man.

“That’s good.”

She tilted her head like a cat.

“Huh? Is there some kind of conspiracy?”

Ah… … This is why I don’t like quick-witted wizards.

“What kind of conspiracy is this? A conspiracy to freeze to death.”

“Aren’t you the kind of person who would tell me that something good happened to me and that it was a good thing?”

I told Jaylilith what I had heard.

“… … So, I was granted an imperial count-level territory and absorbed Marcus’s entire magic engineering unit, but I can’t just leave it to him. He needs to learn other things and develop himself further.”

“Why, why are you telling me that?”

“Because only you can connect Marcus to the ivory tower while understanding and applying his magical engineering skills?”

For a moment, Sereraji froze like an ice statue.

“… … .”

Just by looking at her eyes, I could feel complex calculations going on in her head.

“If a discipline like magical engineering develops where magicians spend their lives in manufacturing, wouldn’t magicians be divided like they were when magic guns were made in the old days?”

Two eyes of different colors shone coolly.

Although I could feel the tension of a first-class lightning wizard, I shrugged my shoulders and smiled cheerfully.

“Well, we should hire more than we have now. Increase the number of students admitted to the Capital Magic Academy. Increase the amount of subsidies for hiring disciples, and secure more land for building large workshops. Of course, in the process, individual wizards may be treated more as craftsmen than scholars, but who knows what the future holds?”

Sereraji clenched her teeth as if she was angry.

“And to prevent that from becoming the norm in the wizarding world, it will take results so great that His Majesty the Emperor will look to the quality of the magical engineering force, not the quantity.”

The magic engineering unit is weaker than expected.

Then, for the sake of utility, increase the number of magic engineering units.

Taxes will be invested in related industries, and more wizards will transform into wizards as artisans.

Conversely, if the magic engineering unit is strong enough, it may be enough to maintain its numbers.

There will be no additional investment in the industry, and there will be no craftsmanship of wizards.

Now, it was both admirable and bitter to see Sereraji doing such calculations so easily.

"yes!"

“And even if it’s a joint investment or an ivory tower exchange, the thing that has to happen is that we have to control Marcus while also producing results-”.

“Sister.”

“It’s me!”

We spoke and laughed bitterly at the same time.

Sereraji gathered blue electricity between his index and middle fingers.

“You, you, you fu*king rotten little brother! Research is welcome, but why on earth are you throwing this load of crap at me?”

“Eww!”

“Stay there! Aren’t you going to answer?”

“I’ll share as much as I can! I’ll share too!”

“… … I can’t say anything about that. Right. I’m glad you came back safely this time too.”

“Say it again just this once-”.

“Yeah. I thought you’d stop if I said that. Now you’ve caught me.”

"world!"

* * *

I returned to the villa.

Looking at the large, well-trimmed evergreen trees, I realized that the time I spent eating and sleeping at the main palace without being able to leave work was longer than I thought.

As I walked slowly through the stone-paved garden on the lawn and entered the villa, the door opened wide and Rudy came running out.

“Lord Valen!”

Although she was dressed in a neat and wrinkle-free maid's attire, her eyes were full of red veins.

It was a sign that he had cried a lot and could not sleep properly.

I hugged her tightly, feeling like I was truly back to life.

“Yeah. I’m back. I was worried.”

“Lord Valen. Lord Valen.”

“Thank you. I survived thanks to you.”

“Thank you for coming back.”

I lay on the sofa in the villa's living room and drank the tea Rudy brought me.

I felt like my whole body was going to fall apart.

Somehow, I felt like my fingertips and toes were becoming slightly transparent, so I asked Rudy to give me some gloves.

“Your Majesty Valen.”

Before long, my article came in.

“Lord Tentia.”

She was also on guard duty, and was wearing plain clothes, unlike usual.

Of course, the plain clothes of the Tenthia were as knightly as his armor.

Her short, slightly curly red hair was neatly styled with oil, and her slightly blemished face looked as dignified as a prince from a fairy tale.

She wore a long, stiff white blouse, high thigh-high boots, and a perfectly ironed red uniform.

Of course, he had a belt around his waist, and he was carrying a sword, a dagger, and a sword.

It was a sight that made it possible to tell that he was a knight in plain clothes even from 100 meters away.

I got up from the couch and thanked her.

“I heard you risked a lot for me. Sir. Thank you so much, and I’m sorry.”

I knew very well that she was a devout believer.

But I ended up fighting the knights for them, so I ended up giving them a big shock unintentionally.

But Lord Tentia, as always, no, more than ever, accepted my words with a dignified attitude.

“No, Your Majesty. It was something a knight should do, and it was a test that had to be taken someday.”

These were words that even put my mind at ease.

“And I am satisfied with the answer sheet. Your Majesty, I only need to feel guilty about a bottle of wine.”

“Hahahaha. Okay. I’ll bring out the best treasure I have.”

If loyalty is the duty of a knight, then it is the duty of a lord to gladly receive and repay that loyalty.

I willingly accepted the loyalty of Lord Tentia.