How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 212

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Rudy said his new last name, 'Consecratus', a few times in his mouth.

It was a word that meant 'dedication'.

… … Among the aristocrats of the capital city court, it was fashionable to register many words as middle names of the family to give meaning to the names.

Words that are commonly referred to as 'sounding' – devotion, eternity, loyalty, determination – have already been registered by many families, and to use them one must first get permission or buy the rights at a high price.

In other words, just hearing a surname like 'Consecratus' would indicate that she was greatly favored by the emperor and the grand duke.

Valencianus carefully took out a luxurious box from Sereraji's bag, and from the box a pair of thin-rimmed glasses.

“These are the four-dot glasses that Marcus made. They go beyond simple tracking and have a magical power that allows you to see at night as if it were day. I was hoping to find something that would suit you, and I’m glad I managed to do so.”

It was almost the same as the glasses I used to wear.

Rudy carefully took the new glasses and tried them on.

"ah."

The impression was a little more kind, and I could definitely feel that my vision had become smoother, and even though it was the middle of the night outside, it looked as bright as early evening.

“Thank you, Valen.”

“Please take care of me in the future, Count Rudy.”

Rudy tried to smile, but he couldn't stop his hands from shaking.

'Oh my goodness. I've become successful.'

The feudal system of the empire had a virtuous cycle in which the servant's devotion led to the master's reward, and the master's reward led to the servant's devotion.

Rudy felt he had been lifted onto a bigger ledge, and he vowed to repay with greater dedication.

“Yes, Lord Valen.”

Sereraji smiled faintly.

“Congratulations, Count Rudy.”

Tentia also clapped her hands with a pleased expression.

“It’s a truly beautiful sight. I think I’ll remember it for a long time.”

It was like looking at a page from one of her favorite novels.

As Rudi sat down next to Valencian again, Valencian turned his gaze to Tentia.

“Kyung. It’s already difficult to make that kind of expression. I was thinking of giving you something to remember.”

"yes?"

Looking into those golden eyes, Tentia thought that it was a good thing she became a knight.

She knelt before Valencian could say anything, and he grinned.

“I am now Your Majesty’s knight. I swore allegiance to Your Majesty, Jaylilith, and became her vassal. As a member of the Platinum Knights who protect the imperial family, I am guarding you.”

The dignified and lowered voice suited him well.

“Yes.”

“But I am a greedy and wicked grand duke who tries to entice you with money.”

Of course, he didn't mean to take Tentia away from Jaylilith, and all four of them knew that.

'Are you thinking of buying me a mansion?'

'Did you get a new magic sword?'

'Your Majesty, you could probably give me the gold yourself.'

Tentia had been secretly expecting gold and had thought of some wonderful words of gratitude, but Valencian shattered her expectations in a good way.

“Sir Tentia. I grant you the Ruberstanium Manor. After you retire, if you wish, you may go down there and establish a territory and create a new family.”

“!”

The dashing knight looked as if he had been hit hard.

“The city of 5,000 people, located near a large lake and river, is the core. There are about 25 large and small towns and villages belonging to the estate. There are aquatic plants in the lake that have excellent medicinal properties, and they are said to be a specialty of the estate.”

Receiving land and people from a knight had a very great meaning.

“For now, His Majesty the Emperor’s administrators will run it for you, but the final net income will come to you every year. It is your land that can be inherited, transferred, sold, or gifted.”

They live and die for honor, but in the end, their lives are filled with killing and war, and all they have is a trained body.

"majesty!"

Being guaranteed a life after retirement, which would come someday, meant being chosen among the knights.

For the second children of a country lord knight like Tentia, having their own fiefdom was a complete elimination of the sorrow of youth who had left home to pursue success.

“Kyung will definitely become the best knight. I hope you will continue to fight for me and the royal family. I am reinforcing Kyung’s armor with Marcus’s magic circuits. Yes. I will make sure Kyung can do that.”

Tentia felt like she was about to cry.

This scoundrel, Hwang Hyung, knew how to make his knights loyal.

“I, Tentia! I swear my unwavering loyalty to His Majesty Valencianus and the Imperial House of Soletaras!”

* * *

The drinking party continued after that.

“Valentine. Did you see the newspaper? They called Sir Tentia the ‘Red Knight.’”

Sereraji said in a playful voice.

“Hahaha. That’s a cool nickname.”

Valencianus smiled heartily, his face flushed with anger.

“Yes, Your Majesty. I am quite handsome. Whose knight am I? Shouldn’t I be handsome?”

Tentia raised her head and smiled smugly.

“You stupid knife wielders! This is an insult. Try to get to the point!”

Sereraji grabbed the back of his neck.

“Your Majesty! To a knight, notoriety and obscurity are two things.”

Tentia refuted.

“You kept nagging Valencianus to be honest and faithful, and now you’re fighting the knights just like me! Now admit it. The church guys don’t listen to you!”

In the drunken Serenade, he poured out all the stories he had wanted to tell in a chaotic manner.

“I fought fair and square, and so did the church. It is natural that the church does not compromise on doctrine, it is natural that I cannot hand over my master, and it is very natural that the two who cannot compromise clash. So there is no need to say that we do not understand each other. We argued with our swords, and I carried out my will.”

However, surprisingly, Tentia came up with a logic that seemed to make sense.

“No. Why is sword fighting considered conversation!? You can’t even communicate with knights.”

Sereraji grabbed the back of her neck again.

Rudy smiled lightly at the sight.

But whenever I glimpse the inside of Valencian's gloves, I feel a renewed sense of inhumanity growing stronger around him.

'My Highness is cursed.'

I tried to hide the sadness that was rising on my face.

Thud, thud.

At that moment, there was a knock on the palace door.

“… … .”

Rudy frowned slightly and went out to the front door.

Anyone whose status did not match that of the landlord had to use the side or back door unless they were entering together.

In reality, all servants used the back door, and the servants from the main palace who came to the auxiliary palace used the side door.

Valencianus was not the type to invite many people, so the only people who could enter the palace through the main gate were fellow imperial family members Celeraziena Helena and the knight Tentia.

'Who are you? Are you perhaps… … Duke Cariosa or Archduke Severic?'

Rudy looked outside through a small hole in the door.

Someone was standing there holding a bag containing a bottle of alcohol.

'I see you are a servant of the main palace. I should warn you. The knight might beat you for being rude.'

Common sense would tell you that it would be absurd for a servant to use the same door as Emperor Valencianus.

So Rudy's gesture as he opened the door was rough, and his speech was also somewhat sharp.

“Who is knocking on the door at this hour?”

Tentia also frowned and shouted toward the front door.

“Who are you!”

Having been attacked by a heat wave just an hour or two ago, it was inevitable that they would be sensitive to intruders.

“It’s a burden.”

But the one standing at the door was Emperor Jayrillis.

His white hair and golden eyes were shining brightly in the moonlight.

“?!”

Rudy just sat down on the floor.

"your majesty!?"

“Please forgive me!”

Tentia and Valencianus put down their glasses and ran out, bowing their heads in front of the entrance, while Sereraji tried to escape out the window but met eyes with Jaerilis.

Rudy felt his mind turning blank as he guided the honored guest as the palace caretaker.

“Your Majesty. This, this, this way.”

The Emperor's presence was as bright as the sun, making her tremble all over.

“Where is this, this, this way? Hahahaha.”

Rudy brought a new glass, feeling as if he was going to faint.

Among the maids, there were several who actually fainted.

'Nothing will happen, right? Nothing will happen. Nothing should happen. Nothing should happen.'

Now, Jaylilith was not the same Jaylilith who had been sleeping across from Valencianus at his desk in the office one morning.

The halo was so strong that she couldn't even open her eyes properly, a single glance or gesture froze her body, and the inhuman aura she felt from Valencianus felt dozens of times stronger.

'Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.'

The reason Rudy didn't lose his mind was because of his instinct to protect Valencianus.

“Valencianus.”

The Emperor, who seemed to contain the whole world, light and darkness, entered and sat down opposite her Grand Duke.

Rudy paid full attention to the words coming out of her mouth.

If by any chance Valencianus were to be held accountable, he would have to pull off some trick to divert attention.

The emperor moved his red lips and said.

“The hot-blooded King just came and went. Despite the sudden visit, he didn’t panic and negotiated well.”

"ah."

Rudy watched Valencianus' face change from moment to moment.

The boy's frozen face turned gray.

“Your Majesty! Then-”.

Lightning flashed from his golden eyes.

“Yes. It was a success! The great lords of the southwest that he brought have also pledged allegiance to me!”

“I am sorry. He must have realized that serving someone like Your Majesty is the greatest blessing-”.

The Emperor's suffocating presence quickly faded.

“That bastard is too much. It’s thanks to you. Thanks to you.”

“No.”

“I am pleased, Valencian. I will also give you the position of Knight Commander. Please continue to assist me in my service to the Empire.”

“Isn’t this a tiring position where you have to coordinate the four knights who fight and are jealous every day? Think about it again just once-”.

“Instead, you can oversee the distribution of various magical tools and elixirs. Take this opportunity to take better care of yourself. It may not be my place to talk, but this is a position that is traditionally held by the royal family. Follow me obediently!”

Valencianus finally bowed his head and followed the order, and Jaerilis laughed brightly and languidly.

Looking at that sight, Rudy remembered what Valencian had said.

'There's a reason why the great lords act so wickedly. In other words, once that problem is solved, they're just people who have a lot on their shoulders.'

I also remembered that the god-like Jaylilith was actually the same age as Valencianus, and younger than herself.

“Today, let’s have a toast. Follow me!”

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

Before they knew it, Jaylilith and Valencianus were facing each other, laughing and drinking from each other's glasses.

“It was long.”

“Yes, Your Majesty. It was long.”

The bottles of strong alcohol piled up in an instant, Sereraji collapsed, and eventually even Tentia was lying down at the table, leaving only the twins behind.

She didn't look like the world's sweetest little angel, like when she was asleep, sitting across from me at my desk in the office.

The two's golden eyes gleamed like hidden blades, revealing the true nature of the imperial family, their red lips smiled twistedly as if they were walking, and their cheeks were hollow as if proving the weight of what they were carrying.

An inhuman aura rose from the Emperor's body and the Grand Duke's fingertips.

But Rudy could see that the two cared for and supported each other.

“I’m excited for every tomorrow that comes to Jim.”

“Yes, Your Majesty. I too am excited for all the tomorrows I will spend with Your Majesty.”

She thought as she watched the two of them smiling as if they were only looking at each other.

Since the royal family and the royal aristocracy were all of mixed race, it might have been natural that they felt increasingly inhuman.

But if we care for each other and take responsibility for what we have.

Even if he's not human, he's still a person.

“I will… … save this world. You and… … will live with my brother… … .”

“I will bring glory to your Majesty’s name. This time, this time, I will… … .”

* * *

Not all prisoners of war were the same.

Marcus disarmed himself and went to the luxurious rooms of the main palace to negotiate the donation of the fief while being served by twelve maids.

On the other hand, the boy with white hair and red eyes who didn't even have a name was groaning in the underground prison of the palace, his body bound in handcuffs engraved with all sorts of magic and sorcery.

"ah."

The boy knew of the existence of 'it', which was secretly planted in the boy by his creators.

There was a spell that would be activated when the boy was forced into a certain situation, regardless of his will.

'I know. I'm just a made-up doll. But I wanted to live since I was given life. That was all.'

But the boy willingly accepted the spell.

Thinking of my uncle by bloodline, who broke his promise like an old shoe.

'Valencianus. What you wish will not come to pass. Jaerilis will be a tyrant forever.'

Bam.

There was a snapping sound, and the boy's red eyes lost their light.

At that moment, a soul adorned with royal blood and imbued with the energy of the past, shining brilliantly yet ominously, left the body.

Only a very small number of sorcerers and the highest-ranking priests, including Mateos, were able to clearly sense the presence of the soul, but when the scope was expanded to include the ancients, the story was different.

The magic engraved in the soul spread its sweet fragrance far and wide, just as it had been planted in life.

“… … !”

Some being smelled that scent from beyond and thrust its mouth into this world.

So deep in the night, the darkest dawn.

Soletaraon, the capital of the Soletaras Empire.

1.8km above the central dock of the canal.

The sky was covered with summer clouds that had gathered before we knew it, like a curtain.

Woof.

It has a nucleus that emits a strong blue-green light, making it look like two moons are rising.

Tsk tsk tsk!

The nucleus formed a 500m diameter magic circle in the sky, spreading pale, turquoise-like light in all directions.

The old thing that created the nuke sent a part of itself to bring back the sweet soul.

Some of the things that were so old were sent.

Humans decided to call it a foreign substance.