How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 21

How to live as a tyrant’s spoiled brat Episode 21

(21)

The blue and yellow gold and silver rings of the Serenade shook.

Even when commoners won money from a single card game that they could not save in a lifetime of work, their eyes were indifferent.

I muttered as I refilled my empty glass.

“Drugs crossed the line.”

“Drugs? What are you talking about?”

Her voice, which had been monotonous as death, rippled.

“I heard that a lot of drugs are flowing from the red-light district to the slums these days. Wasn’t that something you made?”

“Have you eaten?” he asked in the same tone.

“No. Since there is no workshop, can’t you say that you ‘made it yourself’?”

“Valencianus.”

“If you go south from here for about 10 minutes, there’s a building with a seahorse statue in the garden. It’s too common a place for an adult entertainment establishment to be in this expensive red-light district. But that building has a basement, and the owner of that building is an alchemist who was excommunicated by his master when he was young.”

Sereraji held her glass tightly.

The liquor that had been sparkling shook as if it might spill out at any moment.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard that you learned magic from the Optics, Earth, or Imagery schools.”

“The crafty owner makes high-end drugs and sells them to various people on this street. To casinos, fancy restaurants, and fancy brothels.”

“Up to there.”

“But recently, there have been too many drugs being distributed. The entire red-light district has been fined. They must have found more products and customers to make up for it. They turned drugs, which used to be a service, into products, and started reaching out to the slums that no one had paid attention to.”

“… … .”

“But the owner, who had already earned enough, did not want to take a bigger risk. Instead, he probably decided not to make any more medicine.”

Sereraji bit her lip.

“You couldn’t accept it, right? I understand.”

A promising genius wizard would go crazy and panic if he suddenly had his wand taken away and was unable to practice his magic.

“I get tired of gambling and drinking quickly.”

“I don’t know if this is a quote or a story from experience.”

Of course, this is a story from experience.

I know because I’ve done it all.

At least I tasted the bitterness of losing at gambling.

So I could become addicted to the sweetness of my daughter.

I was able to forget the death of my loved one and my helplessness.

But the genius lightning wizard and astrologer could not give in.

“Sis, you’ve even learned astrology, so your soul is on a different level from that of ordinary magicians. Even if you wanted to lose, you wouldn’t be able to. If you tried to force yourself to lose, the table legs would suddenly break and the game would flip over.”

“Did you read my memories? Didn’t you feel the flow of mana?”

Sereraji shook her shoulders.

“So you got addicted to medicine? Medicine made by a skilled owner, with no side effects. But he said he wanted to quit. What did you do?”

She, who had been listening quietly, chuckled.

A sadistic smile appeared on his lips as he regained his composure once again.

It seemed to recall good memories.

“I personally showed you that a wizard of my caliber can kill a single person without a wand. I also showed you how to mass-produce them.”

“As mass production progresses, quality deteriorates.”

“It’s half true and half false. To maintain quality, prices go up. I know that the red-light gangs didn’t even think about selling quality to the slums.”

“Is it possible for you to get your medicine again, Sister?”

“You know everything. Did you follow me around?”

Sereraji smiled faintly and pointed to the cupboard.

A large glass bottle was filled with ice cubes the size of a little fingernail.

“I gambled to pass the time. I took drugs to relieve my boredom. That’s how I lived the past year.”

It wasn’t someone else’s words.

I lived the same life before I returned.

Much longer than a year.

“You. You talk too much.”

Sereraji, who had regained her composure, cut me off.

“Let’s do that. You little punk who kicked Lord Bonnell in the leg.”

“Has the rumor spread here?”

“I wonder how he managed to defeat the knight and still not lose his head. Some people are arrested and imprisoned just for learning magic.”

“You’re alive, right, sister?”

She smiled bitterly.

“Is this living?”

“… … .”

“You know it. You don’t live by eating bread and breathing. But Your Majesty doesn’t seem to want to keep alive a relative who could be a threat to your reign. What else can I do but medicine? Where can I find joy in life?”

I took a deep breath and said.

“Loyalty.”

Sereraji smiled bitterly.

“Loyalty is a loyalty that will kill you.”

“If you’re going to be hired somewhere, wouldn’t Jaylilith be the best employer?”

“gibberish.”

“He is a wizard who ran away after being caught distributing drugs. He is a fugitive wanted by the royal family and the church, so he cannot reveal his identity. As a wizard without status, his employment is also unstable.”

“ah.”

“My salary can’t even cover the cost of reagents and supplies, and yet I’m made to do the same work as a great wizard. My old, lecherous employer keeps trying to drag me into bed, and my jealous wife suspects me of it.”

“yes.”

“Isn’t it better to live under His Majesty than that kind of life? Even during the War of Succession, if you really had to be specific, my older sister was on His Majesty Jaylilith’s side.”

“It’s the Wizard’s Despair chapter. It’s strangely detailed. How do you know that?”

Sereraji made a face of bewilderment.

My older sister lived like that for 20 years.

Being treated out of place and in a place you don’t belong.

After that, he meets the rebel prince Justinian and becomes his lightning bolt, and eventually dies fighting the imperial court magician.

And that wizard is someone my older sister didn’t even treat as a human being during her ivory tower days.

The skills I’ve gained so far are skills, but the difference between the staff and the potion was also too great.

A series of words came to my tongue and then disappeared.

“Stop taking your medication, let go of my hands, and come back.”

“What awaits you when you go?”

“Alcohol and Rehab.”

“How is that rehabilitation?”

“That’s rehabilitation.”

“What if he doesn’t come? I already live like a king here.”

Sereraji said provocatively.

I noticed bags of chips piled up here and there.

“How long do you think this can go on?”

I took it without blinking an eye.

“You didn’t say anything about taking me with you.”

“There’s no need to reveal your secret plan in advance. And a sword against an electric wizard? Even at this distance, the odds are just too bad.”

I lifted my hand, which had been fiddling with the sword at my waist, onto the desk.

“I know, I know.”

She too put both hands on the desk.

Blue sparks flew between the fingers of both hands.

“uh?”

My voice leaked out in embarrassment.

I knew she was a genius, but I didn’t know that at this age, she could use lightning magic without any warning.

You’re only twenty now?

“Valencian. I don’t know about anything else, but I can’t be loyal to you.”

Blue sparks flashed.

I said, raising one hand.

“Just listen to one more thing.”

In a voice that only a regressor can have.

“Yeah, but the scream comes first.”

But Sereraji had two eyes of different colors shining and smiled eerily.

* * *

“You’re late.”

The manager of the casino ‘Future’ muttered.

“Maybe it’s already collapsed. It’s that ‘nightmare’, isn’t it?”

The manager of the casino ‘Sky’ muttered.

“Isn’t it inevitable? Is it just a matter of one or two days that unfortunate accidents happen in the red-light district?”

The manager of the casino ‘Snake’ spoke smugly. The manager of ‘Future’ shook his head as if he was not satisfied.

“If it were normal, I wouldn’t have even been able to look at you.”

“Why are you being so stiff when you called me?”

“… … .”

The manager of the ‘Snake’ continued speaking with a hearty laugh.

“It is the first time that His Majesty the Emperor has neglected and oppressed his relatives in this way. How surprised I was when they first appeared on this street.”

“But now, it’s not that hard to see one or two of them no matter which store you go to.”

“In the end, we’re all the same people. Ordinary people who want to find meaning in life, and who are doomed if they can’t.”

“Can I bury it if necessary?”

The ruler of the ‘future’ raised his head.

The manager of ‘Snake’ nodded.

“Have you finally made up your mind?”

“I figured out how to make the medicine a long time ago.”

“And the trick to mass production.”

“The chips tied to that girl are 70% of the cash.”

The executives of the casinos gathered here added, following the leader of the ‘future’.

“You must be upset too. I’m 50%.”

“I am 60%.”

“I’m already at the point where I should file for bankruptcy.”

They locked eyes.

These people had been ruling this red-light district for at least 10 years, and at most over 30 years, and had become adept at doing business with their fists.

“You can’t just wait to die while being held by a leash.”

The ruler of the ‘future’ monotonously recited:

He spoke to the man who was standing behind him like a shadow.

“Gather all the kids.”

Other managers and presidents added their own comments.

“Whether I die this way or that way.”

“Let’s just bump into each other.”

“Good idea. I already called our kids.”

“I’ll call you now. I’ll be on standby.”

“Didn’t you say ‘hope’ wouldn’t come?”

“There’s a story that Madame Lavesia was stamped on the imperial family. She said she’ll be refraining from doing so for a while.”

“Huh. They’ll have to come to their senses when the ‘Nightmare of Gold’ invades their karma. It’s not something I do to survive alone.”

“I guess I’ll have to ask him to buy me a drink later.”

The ‘future’ manager, who had checked the dagger blade, spoke resolutely.

“If things go well, I’ll buy it.”

Thirty large men, each with a scar on their cheek, gathered, wielding steel clubs and daggers.

“We are temporarily closed today! Please leave!”

“Wait a minute! I was winning, how could this be happening?”

“… … .”

“Now! I was thinking of leaving now!”

The customers who had gathered since morning or stayed until morning read the mood and ran away to ‘Mirae’.

The moment they opened the front door of the ‘future’, they had to see a black rush of prayers.

The number of prayers mobilized by the big shots of the red-light district to their limits exceeded 300.

The hall of the spacious ‘Future’ casino was so packed that some people had to wait outside.

Most of them were from famous mercenary groups, and their skills and loyalty were on a different level from those of the poor gangs.

There were also many sword users who could feel and use mana.

“I believe you. Do well.”

The ruler of the ‘future’ spoke to the large captain of action.

He answered haughtily, resting a four-cornered mace on his shoulder.

“They are still young, not even twenty years old, and they can fly and crawl.”

The action captain brought by another manager had a sharp appearance and was wearing a gray uniform.

He nodded, fiddling with his two short swords.

“Do you know this world where people who have grown up preciously die and are killed?”

The leader of the action team, holding a spear, whistled.

“You don’t need magic or anything. If a bunch of people come at you and stab you in the stomach, you’ll panic and go, “Huh?” and then you’ll disappear.”

There were four stairs leading up to the guest rooms: one in the middle, one on each side, and an emergency staircase.

The prayers first herded the guests into the room.

“Huh?”

“What’s going on?”

“It’s dangerous, so go in and don’t come out!”

After that, they took over the four passages and headed to the 6th floor towards the ‘Golden Nightmare’ which would leave the karma empty.

The gray-uniformed action leader in charge of the right staircase touched the scar that ran from his forehead to his cheek.

After much thought, he opened his mouth.

“you.”

“Yes, brother.”

“The kids blocking the third alley are also our kids. Go out there and go to ‘Hope.’ Tell them to open a secret passage to escape to the sewer. If I tell you, your older sister will pretend to listen.”

“yes?”

Prayer looked at the action captain with a puzzled expression.

“Shouldn’t we leave at least one escape hole? It’s not someone else, it’s that ‘nightmare’.”

“Brother. Are you nervous?”

A prayer asked cautiously.

The leader of the action team was a former knight candidate, and up until now, he has only shown bold actions that match his nimble appearance.

“Don’t you know who’s with the nightmare right now?”

“yes.”

“About a month ago, ‘Hope’ was completely wiped out. At that time, he single-handedly took down all the prayers there. He didn’t tell us, but he must have been a member of the royal family.”

Hesitation began to appear in the eyes of the prayer warriors.

“We’ve been fighting pretty safely so far. Our numbers are similar, and our weapons are daggers at best. We’ve only fought people who can communicate well, not people from other races like orcs.”

The action captain stopped on the stairs for a moment and looked down at his men.

He said, further chilling the already chilled atmosphere.

“Other kids ignore them because they’re young, but you shouldn’t do that. They’ll attack us like we’re bugs, not people.”

I heard sparks flying from above.

“Ahh!”

Along with a desperate scream.