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How to live as a tyrant’s spoiled brat Episode 23
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“I’ll listen. Tell me.”
Sereraji said, dispelling the electricity he had gathered in both hands.
The strangely soft tone felt awkward.
Valencian opened his mouth as he lifted her off his body.
“Did you earn a lot of money, Sister? You barely exchanged any money?”
“Yeah. In this neighborhood, chips are often more convenient than cash.”
“That’s why the big players who invested in casinos are anxious.”
“Why them?”
“If my older sister asks me to exchange everything overnight, they’ll all go bankrupt together.”
Sereraji nodded.
He knew that he had gotten his hands on a huge amount of money.
It was a very possible story.
Suddenly she felt the sweet, hazy air swirling around in her head dissipate.
It’s about time the medicine started to wear off.
In addition, by raising mana, he regained his senses even faster.
“Yeah, I see.”
She looked up and looked at the chips she had collected.
There were dozens of dusty bags in the living room that had never been opened.
There were countless piles of them in the inner room.
I might have collected all the chips from the entire red-light district.
“That’s why they came to kill my sister.”
Her mind calmed down.
The excellent reason calmly analyzed the phenomenon. It was a very possible story.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was another knock.
The moment you open the door, clubs and spears will come rushing at you.
Valencianus and Celerazier, who knew that, frowned.
Sereraji said loudly, clearing her throat.
“What’s going on?”
“There has been a fight inside the hotel. For your safety, all guests are requested to gather in one place.”
Fights weren’t uncommon in casinos, so it was a pretty good excuse.
But it was impossible to fool the wizard who had already begun to suspect.
“I can protect myself, and my money is in this room, so I can’t go anywhere. If you really want to protect me, then quickly put down this fight.”
Sereraji, who had been shooting sharply, looked at Valencianus.
Gathering the current again, the genius wizard lowered his voice and spoke.
“You came here to kill me? Tell me to come. Do you think I sent you once or twice? If that was what you wanted to say, you didn’t need to listen.”
Sereraji genuinely laughed.
She was a royal and a genius sorceress who entered the ivory tower at the age of seven.
No matter how skilled the Red Light District warriors were at easily subduing even the most skilled mercenaries, they were nothing more than insects in the face of magic.
“At least seven casino managers have joined forces. The number of prayer warriors mobilized must be over a hundred.”
“Only a hundred people? Even so, they are nothing compared to my magic… … .”
“You don’t have a wand or any reagents. Come to your senses. Your eyes are bloodshot right now.”
“… … !”
“I’ve been on drugs for a long time. The aftereffects will come soon.”
Sereraji had no choice but to nod again.
Valencian, who had expected this, continued speaking in a decisive tone.
“Besides, if the royal family uses magic or draws swords indiscriminately in the capital, that’s a problem in itself. You know that, too. His Majesty can’t find an excuse to make us commit suicide. If we lose, we die, and if we win, we’ll be chased.”
Valencian saw the shadows lift from the wizard’s face.
It was thanks to the blue current in both hands subsiding.
To her, who seemed to be saying, “Then what should I do?”, he spoke firmly as if driving a nail into her.
“Without a staff, the power is powerful, but it’s also difficult to control. If you do something wrong, you could burn down the entire street. Well, then I guess I’ll have to volunteer as a third-rate wizard who dropped out of the academy and wander around the empire. While avoiding the eyes of the church that looks down on third-rate wizards.”
“you.”
“Low pay, hard work, an old, lecherous employer and a suspicious wife… … .”
“There’s no need to repeat the same story.”
The light completely returned to both eyes of different colors.
Valencian smiled inwardly with satisfaction.
Evoking emotion was the first trick to forcing a choice.
“So what do you want me to do now? Are you telling me to just run away?”
“No. We must definitely run away. To the shade that Your Majesty will provide.”
“Is there no other place?”
“If there is such a place, I want to know about it first.”
Boom! Boom! Boom!
There was no knocking anymore. The solid wooden door shook as if it were going to break, and the hinges and latch creaked and screamed.
Open, break, the same voice was heard clearly.
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Then Sereraji stood up from her seat and raised both hands.
“Okay. What should I do?”
“First, calculate exactly how much chips you have. It would be good to keep a bag of expensive chips. I plan to use that as a basis for receiving the edict.”
“royal order?”
“Your Majesty, please receive the money that is due to you, and I, as a testament to my loyalty, will offer half of that money.”
“And you received an award for recommending talent?”
“of course.”
Sereraji laughed hollowly and spoke as if singing.
“I feel like a bird trapped in a cage.”
Valencian followed along like a round song.
“But I guess I can sing in there too.”
He couldn’t take Sereraji out of her cage, but he could enlarge and decorate her cage.
When Sereraji heard those words, her eyes grew as big as lamps.
A verse from a song her mother sang to her when she was little.
It was something he had no idea about.
‘Yes. I guess I can use magic even under the Emperor.’
Sereraji steeled himself and grabbed a bag of chips.
Valencian laughed inwardly.
I just heard the song once or twice when I hung out with her before she returned, when she was drunk.
Looking into the unwavering blue and golden eyes, he turned his attention to the problem at hand.
“Open!”
“If you count to three, you’ll get hit!”
A hinge that is slowly breaking.
‘Originally, the power of the red-light district should have been greatly reduced after the Madame Lavesia incident. It was a problem that the ruler of the red-light district had fled abroad, but in a place like this, the smaller the power, the better.’
After finishing his calculations, Valencian stood up.
‘Even if one Rudy died and came back to life, history changed. No matter how much treatment we get, we can’t let those who try to beat up the royal family in broad daylight wander around the capital. Let’s use this opportunity to reincarnate the power of the red-light district and reduce it to a similar level. That way, there will be fewer variables.’
With a sword in one hand and a flame in the other.
* * *
“Brother, the door won’t break.”
“But since we are a hotel, we made it quite sturdy by using even iron plates.”
“Okay. Get out of the way.”
The action captain of the ‘future’ moved the mana within his body.
Mana coursed through his blood vessels and surrounded each and every one of his muscle fibers.
“If you have no intention of coming out.”
He laughed bitterly.
There was no business before numbers, and the imperial family that was hostile to the emperor was nothing.
He pictured the curved body inside the cloak of the ‘Golden Nightmare’.
Just imagining those distorted, indifferent eyes made a tingle rise up from the pit of my stomach.
bang!
When the action leader kicked the door, the doorknob broke.
The badly dented door flew off its hinges.
“Let us help you in.”
The action leader said so and raised his hammer.
His body, which had been trying to walk confidently, suddenly froze.
“I was just about to leave. You are so rude. You can’t even wait for a lady to dress up.”
A white-haired man wearing a paper mask stood in the hallway.
Holding a blazing fireball in his left hand.
“magic?”
The action captain vaguely remembered the story told in ‘Hope’.
-There is a high probability that the man of the royal family set fire to the place and destroyed all hope.
-It is assumed that the man was allowed to learn magic.
“Be thankful. I will purify your base nature with this heat.”
A blast of angry flames shot out.
The action leader jumped up like a frog and threw himself backwards.
“Get out of here!”
“yes yes?”
“What should I avoid? Eww!”
Five or six prayer warriors who had been standing close to the door were engulfed in flames.
More than ten people fell backwards after being hit by the hot wind that spread like an explosion.
“It’s hot!”
“Kwaaaaak!”
Six people who had been hit with a straight line rolled on the floor with their burning bodies.
“Don’t turn it off! I said it won’t turn off!”
“Someone help me!”
A few close and loyal people carefully took off my outer clothes and patted or shook my burning body.
But the flames imbued with mana were not easily extinguished.
“what’s this!”
“Why won’t it turn off?”
“Get out of the way! You can’t turn it off. Give up.”
“older brother!”
The action leader pushed away his bewildered subordinates.
He had been a mercenary for a long time and had seen wizards use magic on several occasions.
If you get hit once, it’s certain death.
“Take a few steps back. When the flames die down, charge in. Even the most skilled wizards can’t keep spitting fire.”
But the flames burning fiercely in front of the room showed no sign of going out.
The fire rose like a curtain and obscured the view into the room.
The prayers gathered in the hallway were standing there, looking embarrassed, holding weapons.
“Wouldn’t it be better to jump in?”
Someone bravely brought it up.
But we all saw that once the fire was lit, it would not go out.
No one wanted to risk their lives.
Has it been three minutes?
The action captain heard a coughing sound.
The wooden floor was burning, emitting black smoke.
The already dark hallway with few windows became even darker quickly.
‘Black smoke? It was white before?’
The action captain held the hammer and thought.
Somehow I felt out of breath.
‘By the way, was there a ventilation shaft in the hallway?’
One or two of the subordinates put their hands on the wall.
Heuk, heuk, the sound of heavy breathing could be heard here and there.
“crazy.”
The action leader let out a short curse.
The bastard was trying to suffocate them to death.
“Get in! Get in!”
“yes?”
“Brother, the fire won’t go out.”
“Why are you ordering me around! I’m not your subordinate.”
Prayers from other casinos did not listen to the words of the ‘future’ action captain.
The captain swung his hammer, cracking his skull, then grabbed him by the neck and threw him into the flames.
“Those who hesitate, I will personally break their heads! Get in!”
The prayers stood before the flames, their voices streaming down.
My throat was going up and down, and my hands and feet were shaking.
They were brave or cruel prayers, but beating the truth out of a sect and jumping into the fire to fight the sorcerer were two entirely different things.
Finally, one of them closed his eyes tightly and started walking.
‘Whether I die by being beaten to death or by being struck by a hammer, that’s the same.’
But it was not the fire but the sword that took his life.
The blade protruded from the flames and cut shallowly across his neck.
Although it wasn’t deep enough to cause a fatal wound, the blade cut right into the artery in his neck.
Every time his heart beat, blood spurted from the man’s neck.
The man reached out with a pitiful look in his eyes, as if asking for help, but before anyone could grab his hand, his knees buckled and his vision darkened.
“Eww!”
“Eek!”
“I can’t do it.”
It’s a scam that had already fallen to the bottom.
The first wave that tried to turn the tide turned into cold corpses. The prayers shuddered and retreated from the flames.
“What are you doing! Get in! Get in!”
Despite the leader’s shouts, no one stepped forward.
Valencian walked out at that moment, scattering the flames.
It seemed like it was putting an end to it.
The gold patterns decorating her shoulders and chest sparkled as sparks flew in all directions.
The white hair that swayed in the wind, the hanging sword, and even the paper mask were extraordinary.
“What is that? What is that?”
“Why doesn’t that guy get burned?”
Hururuk, the paper mask he was wearing burst into flames.
His face was revealed as if the fog had cleared.
A pair of golden eyes shone clearly.
“… … .”
He looked around at the gathered prayers without saying anything.
Every time his head turned, the prayers would be muffled and his eyes would be lowered.
No one noticed that his breathing was labored, no one noticed that his face was pale, no one noticed that his knees were shaking from exhaustion.
He was a great rascal, and he knew full well that it is not force but atmosphere that brings a man down.
“Archduke Valencian says: Those who back down meekly will be forgiven.”
That was the end of it.
Like a sea parted by the hand of an old wizard.
The prayers split off to the left and right of the hallway, clearing the way.