How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 22

How to live as a tyrant’s spoiled brat Episode 22

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The messenger’s urgent cry echoed through the high-ceilinged audience room.

“Governor Bernhardt has sent a message. He has spotted a medium-sized Greenskin force of Orcs and Goblins on the border with the County of Zyvenslon. He is trying to suppress them on his own, but would be happy to receive assistance from a high-ranking wizard.”

After reading the report, Jaylilis quickly decided to provide support.

“Send a 5th Circle Court Magician to the Governor, and convey my intentions to Count Verminsrus. I expect their cooperation.”

The next scholar to come in bowed his head and spoke slowly.

“The results of the research Your Majesty commissioned from the Imperial Academy have arrived. The efficiency of the magic lamp that collects sunlight during the day and radiates it at night has been improved by approximately 82%.”

Jaylilith answered in a soft voice.

“Thank you for your hard work. Prepare a plan and budget for mass production and report back. Let’s install concentrated streetlights throughout the capital as soon as possible.”

The next messenger came running in.

“There have been reports of a demonic realm forming on the outskirts of Margrave Freuheit’s fiefdom… … .”

“Answer that you will support Jim’s knights, but large-scale conscription is not permitted. You are making a shallow trick. Are you trying to gather an army under the pretext of the Demonic Realm?”

“It is said that twenty-three of the twenty-four royal family members who escaped were killed.”

“Jim greatly appreciates that achievement!”

Messengers and administrators poured into the office one after another, and Jaylilith dutifully processed all the paperwork and reports.

Being an emperor was a busier job than people thought, and although Jaylilith was a tyrant, he was not a bad ruler.

His superhuman senses were not only used to wield a sword and control mana, but also to discern the truth and intentions hidden behind the dry strings of letters and numbers written in documents.

She ran the country, sometimes tackling problems with unprecedented boldness, and sometimes wholeheartedly supporting the stultification of administrative officials.

A shadow was cast in front of Jaylilith, who had just signed another piece of paper.

“Is the Minister of the Palace here?”

The emperor, who recognized his opponent just by hearing his footsteps, raised his head.

She smiled with her back to the colorful mosaic of colored glass, looking as beautiful as a sculpture made by a master craftsman.

Shh, the snow-white teeth were revealed in a pleasing way.

Even her smile and that of the emperor could not stop the nagging of the old nobleman who was now past middle age and approaching old age.

Minister of the Palace. As the title ‘Minister’ suggests, he is the minister of a department called the Palace Ministry.

The Imperial Court oversees matters relating to seniority and inheritance disputes among the nobility, imperial ceremonies and ceremonies, and matters relating to members of the imperial family.

“Your Majesty. This month alone, thirty-four of your blood relatives have disappeared. The Red Moon Palace is now completely empty.”

Jaylilith sighed inwardly.

The advantage and disadvantage of old people is that they fear death less than young people.

“That’s great. There are now thirty-four fewer future traitors.”

“your majesty!”

“Don’t say you don’t know. They are the ones who should die.”

She spoke of her brothers and sisters’ lives with a bright smile, as if she had bitten into a cake.

“No matter how much you hate them, they are His Majesty’s half-siblings. How can you act as if you don’t know that if you kill them so recklessly, the imperial authority will also decline?”

“So, externally, they were all treated as honorable suicides?”

“Where in the world are there people who commit suicide at the rate of ten to thirty people a month for a year?”

“… … .”

“Now, there are even members of the royal family who are embezzling royal property to escape debts in the red-light district.”

“They are thieves.”

“That is not it! Your Majesty is the Emperor of the Empire and the head of the Soletaras family, and you must respect the dignity of the family members…!”

“That’s why.”

The young emperor firmly cut off the words of the old minister who had served the former emperor for a long time.

The palace minister felt the air in the room become cool even in midsummer weather.

“You must know. You were involved. Why did the Emperor sow so many seeds to give birth to us?”

“!”

“I am the Emperor. The previous Emperor’s purpose has already been accomplished. And I have no intention of allowing anyone to repeat it. The surest way is to kill them all.”

“Then will you kill Archduke Valencianus someday?”

“… … .”

There was silence for a moment.

Jaylilith carefully held back the squirming flesh that was threatening to burst out.

She knew more about the royal family as a race than anyone else.

If you kill people recklessly, you could end up doing something that could have been done in a year for 10 years.

The air in the room, which had been cool, returned to a temperature suitable for summer.

“If he harbors rebellious intentions, then of course he should be killed. But he… … is different.”

“Why are you here?”

“At least outwardly, isn’t he someone who is willing to be loyal to me? It is also the nature of a monarch to give such a person a chance to prove his ability and loyalty. This is not trust, but a test.”

“Then what if he recommends the royal family? Will you believe in the one he believes in?”

“… … .”

“Your Majesty, please answer.”

Jaylilith thought of her only full-blooded sibling.

Can you trust him?

Can he trust those he trusts?

The answer didn’t come to me right away.

“I know he won’t recommend another royal. He is my blood relative, so he will understand that I cannot help but be cold to other blood relatives.”

* * *

‘He is the great wizard of the future. I really want to take him with me and recommend him.’

Valencianus thought so and pushed the desk away from where he was sitting.

My body leaned back as the desk was pushed away.

“Ugh!”

The edge of the desk hit Sereraji’s thigh hard.

For a moment, her body shook and the tips of her fingers rose upward.

Phage crackle!

A bolt of electricity shot out with an eerie sound and struck Valencian’s head.

The trees were scorched, the stones were cracked, and smoke was rising.

“Listen! I said listen!”

He fell to the floor, turned around, and got up, kicking the desk again with his hind legs.

“Do you think I’m going to get hit again?”

Sereraji slammed the desk with both hands.

pop!

There was a loud noise and sparks flew, and the desk was torn in half and blown away.

At that moment, Valencian straightened his posture and drew his sword.

“Does it have to be like this? I said I would spare your life, not that I would kill you.”

“I have no intention of being loyal to a monarch who can abandon me at any time.”

“I won’t abandon you. Unless you abandon Your Majesty first.”

“How can you be sure?”

He bit his lip.

‘Well, I saw it myself.’

Tyrants are often swayed by personal feelings.

Jaylilith was also harsh on traitors, but she tended to protect them even at a loss as long as they did not betray first.

‘I wanted to tell him to fix it.’

“Answer. Can’t you?”

Sererazi took Valencian’s silence as a denial.

‘The bond between blood relatives runs deep. You somehow caught my eye. You must be trying to lure me out or kill me. Do you think I’ll just let you off easy?’

Blue electric light flashed from her palms and her cloak billowed.

Valencian felt a cold sweat running down the back of his neck.

‘How should I subdue him? No. Can I even endure it? He’s a lightning magician with no spear. It’d be the worst if we met as enemies.’

Electricity was the most preferred attribute for battle mages.

It could penetrate any weapon or armor and directly damage the opponent’s body.

To block or drain, you had to offset it with the same attribute or use a mana blade.

‘shit!’

Valencian drew all the mana from his heart and guided it to his sword.

The mana that wrapped around each and every muscle in my arm reached my fingertips.

There was a momentary tingling sensation in front of his fingernails, but he released the mana without further hesitation.

Grasp! The claws were lifted, blood spurted out, and the blocked mana burst out.

As the mana surrounding his muscles naturally extended to the sword, he felt as if his hand and the sword had become one.

It was the moment when my body, which had been a sword user, entered the stage of becoming a sword expert.

As evidence, a faint white light hovered around the sword.

This would normally have been something to be celebrated, but for Valencianus, it was something that made him want to cry.

‘Your body is not mature yet. If you overwork yourself, you’ll get injured again!’

He consoled himself with the old adage that there is no tomorrow unless you get through today, and focused his attention on the Serenade before him.

Sereraji laughed cruelly.

“It was a short meeting, but it was fun, little brother.”

The moment the blue current burst out, Valencianus raised his sword straight ahead.

A sword wrapped in a mana blade, though it is faint.

The rushing lightning was blocked by the sword.

But the enormous shock forced him to take three steps back.

He humbly admitted that he was still too weak to take this attack head-on.

However, the skills deeply ingrained in his soul could be used even by a seventeen year old boy.

He swung his sword, wrapped around a mana blade, in a large circle and swung it downward.

Crack! The electricity flowing through the sword fell to the carpeted floor.

Smoke rose and sparks flew loudly.

“Haa, haa.”

“you……!”

Sereraji opened his mouth wide at the sight of Valencianus unleashing a lightning bolt.

What was wrapped around that sword was clearly a mana blade.

I’m a beginner sword expert at the age of seventeen.

If it weren’t for the times when royalty was treated as potential traitors, it would have been a time of great praise and treatment.

It was the same for her too.

Most wizards who were able to use electric magic without a spear at the age of twenty have left their mark on history.

She, too, was destined to be like that.

“I cannot be loyal to the emperor who took my fate away!”

Blue sparks flew from her hands again.

Valencianus charged, kicking the ground.

Crackle! The electricity that struck the sword flowed to the side.

“Your Majesty the Emperor is the only one who can restore that fate.”

He thrust out his sword, confident of his victory.

I was planning on taking him down with one clean hit.

Although Sereraji was clearly a genius, circumstances were on Valencian’s side.

A wizard without cover or vanguard could not defeat a knight.

That’s what I thought until I heard the sound of something scraping against the sword.

“Ugh!”

Sereraji clenched his teeth and waved his hand.

Stone chains descended from the stone pillars and wrapped around Valencian’s arms and torso.

The slender boy’s body stopped in the exact same position he had been rushing into.

The next moment, Sereraji paid the price for forcibly gathering mana.

Both her blue and gold eyes were bloodshot and threatened to burst at any moment, and she coughed in excruciating pain that tore at her insides.

She took a ragged breath and her fingertips trembled.

Valencian analyzed the situation, the stone chains wrapped around his arms and legs rattling.

‘It’s earth magic. If you’re skilled, you can shape rocks and metals like clay. Even the ability to use two attributes freely at that age?’

He let out a hollow laugh.

One more reason why you absolutely must take it.

And this attack just gave me the confidence that I could do that.

‘Even Sereraji has reached its limit. It’s amazing that he was able to use magic without a staff or reagents before the Muyeongchang.’

A wizard without a wand is like a swordsman without a sword.

Just as you can’t practice swordsmanship without a sword, you can’t practice magic without a staff.

It was like chopping down a tree with a fork.

It was a miracle, but it was inefficient and risky.

“A sharp, stabbing flame.”

With his unique control, he pushed the mana wrapped around his sword into magical fuel.

The mana that should have flowed from the heart flowed from the sword.

Sereraji, who found out about it again, let out a sigh of shock and amazement.

“crazy.”

“Is this your first time seeing something like this?”

“Have you been training for 10 years to control mana?”

“I’ve been practicing for 40 years.”

“What? You’re 17 now?”

“That’s the density.”

The flame that shot out struck the end of the stone chain that bound Valencianus’ body, not Sereraji.

Valencian swung his sword to cut and break the loose chains, then aimed his sword at Sererazie’s neck.

But the genius wizard took a step forward, and he had no choice but to hastily lower his sword.

“You don’t plan on killing me, do you?”

A blue electric current flashed in her hands as she spread her arms as if kicking the ground and hugging it.

Valencian threw away his sword and reached out with both hands, gripping her wrists tightly.

thud!

Their bodies rolled on the ground like a fallen tree.

Valencianus tried to push Sererazie’s hand away, and Sererazie twisted her wrist to get even a single finger to touch Valencianus’ body.

Just before the blue-hot fingers touched his forehead, Valencian shouted in a desperate voice.

“Please listen to me! The casino bastards are going to come and kill you any minute!”

It was a voice that was hard to believe was coming from the man who had been so sly until just now.

“what?”

“I came here to save my sister!”

The strength left Sereraji’s wrists.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

There was a knock.