How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 240

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Tentia and I took our places in Philios' tent, and soon after, Celerazie and Marcus, two mechanical knights, came down.

“What, what is this?”

As soon as Marcus saw Tentia's mechanical armor, he began repairing it, shedding tears from one eye and artificial tears made from holy water with a little salt dissolved in it from the other prosthetic eye.

In Sereraji, the healing potion that Philios had was used to heal Julia just enough to render her unable to fight.

Sir Tentia changed into the platinum armor he had brought separately, looked at Philios, and asked me.

“Your Majesty. I will not hold it against you for committing such an ugly hostage-taking act that is unbecoming of a knight.”

“I think we’ve already discussed it, but thank you.”

“He is already a grown man, has sufficient control over his subordinate knights, and seems to have a strong sense of responsibility.”

“Yes. The knights obediently followed his orders.”

Philios was sitting blankly on one side of the tent, wearing magic tool handcuffs.

The mechanic watched over him, and the same attendants and servants who had originally served him continued to serve him.

“But why couldn’t you just abandon your lover?”

“Sir. Don’t make fun of it.”

“In the Gwangmyeong Church, they say that it is the strongest power. I don’t really know. Is it because I have too much of a desire for victory, success, and honor?”

I thought about it for a moment and then answered.

“I don’t know much about that either.”

My feelings for Jaylilith are not the usual lust between a man and a woman.

“But it is short-sighted, cruel, and extremely selfish, full of doubts, and like a fire lit on straw, it flares up and goes out in an instant.”

"hmm."

“There is no such thing as manners, and it is so arrogant that it makes you believe that all strange things are natural.”

“You’re a total loser. Hmm. If you look at it that way, you seem strong.”

“And many people lose everything else in order not to lose it. That’s why when a king falls for it, the country falls, and the great nobles always keep it and marriage separate. Yes. It may not be a good example, but what was I like when Your Majesty entered the magic realm?”

Lord Tentia looked thoughtful for a moment, then nodded.

“You even thought about abandoning the capital.”

“It doesn’t come when you want it, and it doesn’t not come when you don’t want it. When it stays, it seems like you can do anything for it-.”

I said to Philios, sending him a sneer.

The once brave face was completely absent-minded.

“It’s only after it’s gone that you realize how lethal and massive it was.”

“I don’t think it suits Your Majesty.”

I smiled playfully and nodded.

“That is why I have such deep loyalty to Your Majesty. He would never become a hostage.”

Lord Tentia nodded and reported to me.

“The Crown Prince’s administrators are outside. Would you like to meet them?”

“I can’t stay here for a thousand years. Let me in right away.”

* * *

I sat down in the place that had originally been the seat of Philios and waited for the magistrates of Philios.

Immediately the tent door opened, and an administrator and a knight who appeared to be Philios's adjutant entered.

The administrator seemed to have built a wall around the sword, and the knight seemed more like Sir Rsena than Sir Tentia or Sir Barbatos.

At first glance, dozens of Doroisen's knights and a hundred swordsmen were surrounding the barracks.

I sat down with the old administrator, trying not to get carried away with the feeling of triumph.

“I am so glad to meet you like this.”

At my bright greeting, the faces of the administrator and the knight suddenly distorted and then returned to their original state.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“… … .”

The administrator made a fuss about greeting him, but the reporter remained silent.

I said with a bright smile.

“Yes. Why did you want to see me?”

In fact, if all the knights and swordsmen outside came rushing in, no matter how great the country was, it would have to die.

Of course, I could have taken a few dozen people as my companions, but I had no intention of dying twice.

So I had no choice but to always act as if I had no fear.

Fortunately, it must have gone over very well, as the administrator spoke in a voice that seemed to suppress his boiling anger.

“I believe you have anticipated the diplomatic consequences of this. Surely you do not expect His Majesty the Sword King Ensis of Doroisen to remain silent?”

I acted like a little kid poking a needle into a balloon.

“You will come forward for the sake of prestige. But if Ensis comes forward, wouldn’t you come forward as Your Majesty Jaylilith?”

“His Majesty Ensis is within reach, and Emperor Jaerilis is far away in Soletaras.”

As if enjoying the tension right before it explodes, he poked his opponent here and there and laughed.

“His Majesty Jaylilith flies through the sky on a thunderbolt, and the capital is home to the Nibelungen, the airship. If you don’t want to see the Kingdom of Doroisen become the Duchy of Doroisen, you’d better choose your words carefully.”

“His Majesty Ensis is a sword master. No matter how brave the Archduke and the knights are, it would be wise to cherish their lives.”

I smiled coolly without saying anything.

“Yes. Then he will definitely come.”

The faces of the administrator and the adjutant knight hardened, and Philios raised his head.

“Your Majesty. Could it be that you were after His Highness the Father from the beginning?!”

* * *

Ensus von Doroysen.

The king of the Doroisen Kingdom and the longest-serving sword master in history.

A war hero known as the Sword King, Knight King, etc., who repelled the invasion of the Soletaras Empire.

And a monster that slowly rots away, soaked in erosion.

Before returning, he was completely eroded and became a fearsome eroder, eroding even the knights of the kingdom and throwing the entire country into chaos.

The powerful ruler and swordsman who acted as the Encroacher had tremendous influence, and the surrounding small countries were quickly engulfed in war.

Even Mateos would have already crossed the line of no return.

Of course, there was no reason to tell you this.

Even if you are a sword user, you can withstand a moderate amount of mental waves.

Who would believe that the Sword Master was corrupted?

“Do you think I would tolerate a Sword Master from another country besides the Empire?”

I crossed my legs and raised my chin arrogantly.

The magistrate looked puzzled, and the adjutant knight lowered his hand to the hilt of his sword.

“Up to there.”

Sir Tentia grabbed the adjutant knight's shoulder.

Philios glared at me.

“Do you think you can defeat His Majesty the Father?”

I took off my gloves and rolled up my sleeves without even looking back at him.

My spiritized hands were translucent up to the elbows, and the translucent flesh was covered here and there with bright red scales.

“!”

The magistrate, the adjutant knight, and Philios all took a deep breath at the same time.

“I can’t say I’ll win, but I’m willing to give it a try.”

That's a lie.

I felt a deep prick in my conscience.

I put my gloves back on and muttered monotonously.

“It’s funny when I think about it. I’m fighting against guys who came to steal my land, so why do I feel like a villain?”

Tentia and Sereraji looked at each other.

'Are you saying that?'

'You call that talking?'

I also answered with my eyes.

'I'm setting the mood, so keep your mouth shut.'

“Marcus, help Julia. We’ll go to the city where the messengers are and send a letter to Soletaraon. Ensis will move. Don’t worry about the crown prince anymore. As long as she’s here, we’re all fine.”

Marcus bowed politely, and I stood up with a look of satisfaction on my face.

The administrator and the adjutant knights were shaking, and I sneered at them.

“Should we go out now?”

The sun was setting, and even though we had hostages, we couldn't just stand there in the middle of enemy territory.

Now that it was certain that Ensis was coming, I just had to relay the situation to Jaylilith.

I had no intention of leading this crumbling body to fight the Sword Master.

Philios rose from his seat and shouted.

“No. There are foreign objects, invaders, and demons roaming around outside.”

His eyes were bright red and bloodshot.

“If you just stay still, I won’t touch your lover. Don’t be stubborn.”

“I only feel it at night.”

“What do you mean, Sereraji, you said you didn’t even feel it?”

“The mana flow in this area was originally unnatural!”

“Then you should come too. Let’s go and see what’s there.”

I grabbed him and dragged him out of the barracks with my group.

“… … !”

The knights and swordsmen surrounding us let out a sigh.

I leisurely pushed my way through them and headed outside the camp.

Beep beep beep.

Sir Tentia blew her horn to call the wyvern.

“It’s taking a little while.”

“It looks like you’re hunting something.”

But even after the sun had completely set, the wyvern did not return.

* * *

Valencian looked up at the night sky and said.

“Marcus. Are there any beasts or monsters in this area that can fight and defeat a wyvern?”

Marcus shook his head, and Valencian asked again.

“A wyvern is a top-class demon. In this barren land, a mountain goat would probably be better.”

“Then is there really a possibility that there are eroders or foreign substances?”

Marcus thought for a moment and then answered.

“Erosion ultimately requires people. As you can see on your way here, the cities that used to be in this area are also falling apart. The aura of the foreign body is not yet felt.”

Beep-.

Valencian blew his whistle again and said:

“Then let’s wait a little longer.”

Philios almost started to stir at those words.

“Then come in with me and Julia, no, even Julia. Do you think I brought this large army to conquer an uninhabited land?”

“It’s short.”

“Just let Julia in, no. Let her in, no. Please let her in.”

“It’s noisy.”

Valencian reacted so foolishly, yet stared calmly into the forest.

'Since it's come out like this, there's a chance that there's something. It could be a ghost or a race-type alien that doesn't have a physical body. … … A blue light?'

In the darkness, blue lights began to appear one by one.

It seemed to come down from the abandoned mine.

The swordsmen and soldiers of the camp ran busily.

“Over there!”

“Balistas, get ready!”

“The bastard burned and ate everything just now.”

“Then prepare the Abarest heavy crossbow! We have to catch it from a distance.”

It seemed as if they had been attacked more than once or twice, and despite having been involved in a major battle during the day, their movements were coordinated.

Tentia looked at Valencianus and said.

"majesty."

“Tell me.”

“It’s clear that something shouldn’t be happening, so I think we should help out morally, regardless of what has happened so far. After all, aren’t we all the same human beings?”

Valencian sighed deeply, making the ground tremble.

“Marcus.”

"yes."

“Keep a close eye on Julia and the Crown Prince.”

The next moment his pupils became vertical.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

A fierce flame began to burn in the empty space.

* * *

"firing!"

Wedge! Wedge! Wedge!

The heavy crossbow Abalest, engraved with a magic circuit, cut through the air.

Crispy!

The figures hit by the giant spear shattered and rolled on the floor.

“There are too many!”

“It lacks power.”

“We need a ballista!”

At that time, the night sky was decorated with huge spears of fire.

Wheeeeeeee-!

The fire spear, which advanced with a long crackle, pierced through the glowing blue figure and exploded, spreading out in a wave of flames that covered a radius of several tens of meters.

“I don’t know what it is, but it won’t be too late to kill it and check.”

The young prince with white hair and golden eyes walked out of the darkness with a confident smile.

The sergeant shook his head, amazed at its power.

“Your Highness, they won’t burn.”

"what?"

“They’re made of something like crystals! They’re fire immune!”

“I’m out! Sword users and below, lie down and cover your ears!”

Blue figures emerged from the forest.

“Keeeeeeeek!”

An unusually sharp mental wave rang out, and the soldiers threw themselves to the ground.

Only then could Valencianus and Celerazi see them clearly.

A skinny body, blue-glowing eyes and mouth, and blue crystals growing from large wounds here and there.

It looked like a giant blue crystal had been embedded in the undead, something between a zombie and a mummy.

Valencian frowned and ignited the flames again.

Cheeeeek!

The flesh portion was definitely burned, but the crystal portion only glowed and barely melted or burned.

At that moment, Sereraji remembered the precious reagent he had seen in the past ivory tower.

'Mind-affecting, fire-resistant, pale turquoise.'

“Valentine!”

“Do you know anything? Is it on record?”

“If you refine those crystals, they become incredibly expensive reagents! They’re not very resistant to shock, so go with Sir Tentia and the sword and pull them all out!”

“That?”