How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 245

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The great nobles of Soletara enjoyed such wealth and fame that they could not have anything more.

Except for special cases like Cariosa, their territorial wars were motivated more by a desire to protect something than by greed to take something.

Let's say a war broke out because of a mine.

It wasn't so much because he coveted the mine's treasure as it was because he was worried that 'he might eat that mine and become stronger and attack me, so I'm stopping him from eating it.'

Those who have much to protect tend to become cruel.

Because I have to set an example.

Even the Tentia Knights, who cried out for honor, fought like demons once they started fighting.

In the first place, it was Sir Tentia who first taught Rudy dagger fighting.

I'm not saying she's evil, I'm just saying that's normal.

To cut to the chase, imperial wars were fought with great intensity, and winning was important even at the cost of some prestige.

If there was a strong knight on the opposing side, it was natural to rush at them in a group or even create a beheading unit that only targeted that one knight.

On the other hand, nobles of other countries fought because they really coveted the mine itself.

However, the nobles could not openly say that they were fighting for money, so naturally, legitimacy, prestige, and etiquette became important on the battlefield.

There were many kingdoms where there was an unwritten rule that nobles did not go after each other's heads.

The one-on-one duels that took place on the battlefield were sacred and actually involved priests.

In fact, when Lady Tentia was fighting Ensis, no one intervened in the fight or surrounded her.

My interference was interpreted as some kind of shift or black knighthood, so it was somehow tolerated.

in other words.

The moment I was struck by Ensis's hand, the fact that Lord Tentia and Sereraji joined in was an unbelievably despicable act by their standards.

The fact that I stabbed Ensis in the back with their help was, by their standards, a despicable act that didn't even deserve a curse.

* * *

Far across the lawn, the expression on Philios' face was quite a sight.

“Ba, Valencian. Father? Father?”

I honestly thought I could kill Ensis with the fragment resonance.

Even though he was a sword master, I didn't think he would be able to withstand having his body burst and collapse while weakened by erosion.

“This, you, world-class, scoundrel!”

Philios came running out with bloodshot eyes.

“Tear and kill!”

“Hang that son of a bitch on a pole!”

“I’ll eat you alive!”

“You will be petitioning for death!”

“I will cut off your limbs and send them to the capital!”

“Avenge His Majesty Ensis!”

They were followed by dozens of swordsmen and hundreds of elite soldiers.

“Wow!”

There was an unreal grandeur to the sight of a thousand horses charging toward me with the rugged rocky mountains as a backdrop.

“Wait a minute!”

“Calm down… … Ugh!”

“Sir! It’s out of control!”

The officer knights and the escort knights also appeared to be flustered.

I immediately grabbed the Tentia sword and tried to run away.

Clank, she lifted her helmet visor and shook her head.

“Please leave me alone, Your Majesty.”

Sir Tentia got up, his body seemingly ready to collapse, and raised the large sword that had been broken in the middle again.

“I will buy time.”

I stood next to her, smiling bitterly.

“Do you think so?”

Sir Tentia shook her head.

I glanced at the rocky mountain rising behind us.

There'll be Sereraji and Marcus up there.

I'll be watching this situation, so if you just hold on a little longer, I'll either send a wyvern or come flying back on a lightning bolt.

“King. Let’s fight until we can fight and retreat to the rocky mountain. Leave some time to climb the mountain. If Sister Sereraji’s casting is delayed, we could really die.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

I looked at the soldiers rushing in like a tide.

“Kill him! Kill him!”

Strangely enough, I wasn't that scared.

There was definitely a difference after I swallowed Az.

“There is much talk on the subject of invaders.”

I feel like my body has become stronger.

It is said that he was able to faintly fly with only his hand while in a near-death state, but he was only able to bleed a little after being hit by the Aura Blade.

Magic is originally more advantageous when dealing with multiple weak enemies than with one strong one.

It is also easier to expand the range of fire than to raise the temperature.

And my flames were originally strong enough to hit the Sword Master.

Now, I feel like I can pull out more strength without my body collapsing.

I pulled out Yongchan's power to my full potential.

“Hahahaha!”

grasp!

A savage sense of omnipotence coursed through his veins, and horns of unprecedented size sprouted from his temples.

* * *

Tentia saw Valencianus's pupils fill with murderous intent.

Mana gathered around the giant dragon's horn, and it was bathed in golden energy.

Long canines were visible from between her slightly parted red lips.

'Are you feeling okay?'

That was the extent of the mutation.

His hands didn't become translucent, his whole body didn't grow scales, and he didn't grow anything like membranous wings.

This meant that Valencian had a clear lead over the dragon and the spirits.

A satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

The next moment, a spark of fire rose from somewhere and was blown away by the wind.

Knock, knock!

The sparks burst into flames, and the flames rose into a wall of fire.

"……majesty."

Tentia looked up at the 'flame wave' blocking their way, which was over 20 meters high and over 300 meters long.

At this level, even the highest level battle magicians would have to borrow the power of reagents to cast it for a long time.

The only word that came to mind was overwhelming.

"good."

Valencian gave a loud command.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

A huge wall of flame swept across the basin like a tidal wave.

The soldiers at the back shouted, blinded by anger.

"advance!"

“Kill him!”

The soldiers in front turned around in terror and shouted.

"retreat!"

“Run away!”

Of course, among the soldiers at the front, there were many who surrendered to their boiling wrath and charged straight toward the wall of fire, and among the swordsmen, there were only a few who ran away.

“Haaaaaah!”

“Ta-a!”

The seasons of all schools burst into flames.

Saaaaak!

Tsukaaaaak!

Blue, red, white, and yellow flashes split the waves of flame, clearing a path for the swordsmen to advance.

Hurrrrr!

The swordsman who reached the rank of Sword Expert swung his sword with all his might, and some of them were actually able to break through the wall of fire.

"what?"

“Oh, are we the only ones who survived?”

They soon realized with horror that there were only a handful of people left.

The Wall of Fire did what it had to do, whether or not it left a small wound on my body.

“… … !”

“… … ! … … .”

“… … ! … … ! … … .”

There was no longer even a scream coming from behind.

No one was seen dancing in agony in the flames.

The priest who ran to find the injured also had a bewildered expression on his face.

The basin plain was reddened and melted in places, the steam from the boiling rocks rose, and not even bones remained.

A huge gap appeared on the battlefield.

Valencian gestured to the surviving swordsmen with his golden eyes shining.

“Go back.”

He wasn't one to enjoy killing, though.

“You died so much that you almost died?”

To them, it was a perfect provocation.

“… … !”

The first-class swordsmen kicked the ground, a bitter smile appeared on Valencian's lips, and a dozen fireballs burst into the air.

Wedge!

The Sword Expert swordsmen smiled bitterly for a moment.

'You underestimated us.'

'How dare you, Your Majesty! Your Majesty!'

'You'll regret it the moment your neck falls off!'

None of them were likely to be hit by such a slowly flying fireball.

But the moment the upper bodies of neutral boys and girls began to appear in the fireball, their faces turned pale.

"government ordinance?"

“Crrrrrrr!”

Shhh!

Shhh!

The fireball changed its orbit randomly in the air and landed on the swordsmen.

The swordsmen let out an incongruous scream and swung their swords at the boy who spread his arms.

“Eww!”

wickedness!

Mana Blade The blazing sword cut the Flame Boy's body in half, but the boy reassembled as is, embracing the swordsman and burning his body.

“Crrrrrrr!”

pop!

Flames burst out everywhere.

Valencian looked at the spirits and smiled happily.

'There's no problem up to here. My body is fine. At least the collapse seems to be over.'

It was a technique I had been thinking about since the moment I received the spirit essence transplant, but I never thought of using it until now because my body seemed too spiritized.

He and Tentia walked backwards little by little towards the rocky mountain.

There was now only one swordsman running towards him.

“You! You wicked man!”

The swordsman stood before Valencian, having overcome both the flame wave and the spirit storm.

He was a handsome man with brown hair and a gentle expression, a successor to an excellent school of swordsmanship, and a swordsman who had mastered the art of cutting spirits.

He wasn't in normal condition either.

Her hair smelled like charcoal, and her clothes were burned and torn in many places.

Valencian looked down at him with the arrogant gaze of a capital city's greatest scoundrel.

“Call His Majesty, you lowly being.”

He didn't originally have a fragile impression, but after regaining physical stability, he became even stronger.

His steel-fiber abs were visible through the cut-off front of his uniform.

“Go to hell!”

The swordsman raised his long sword and performed a swordsmanship.

Saaaaak!

A lightning strike split Valencian's shoulder.

Tentia was startled and came out with a large sword.

"majesty!"

It was an attack that the Valencian she knew would have been able to block or dodge.

Valencianus continued to chant in a relaxed voice, as if he had blocked or avoided it.

“I should try this one more time. It’s not common to have just one murderous opponent left, and Kyung standing right next to me.”

Fear filled the swordsman's brown eyes.

From the Archduke's shoulder, which was split diagonally, not a single drop of blood flowed.

Valencian muttered something unintelligible.

“This is really good when combined with spiritization. The moment you get hit, the affected area turns into crystal.”

A yellow glowing crystal grew from the gaping wound, filling the wound, and before long, only firm, white muscles remained.

The swordsman was terrified, but he picked up his sword again.

Even as his mind went blank, he recalled his master's teaching that it would be difficult to use such a strange ability in two places at the same time.

“This time for sure-!”

Phew!

“I have to die.”

Valencian pierced the swordsman's heart with his black sword.

It was a classic stab that lowered his stance while digging deep.

'Kicked it with his foot, grabbed it out of the air, and stabbed it in the heart. Was that it?'

It wasn't a feat, but even Tentia could see that it was a clean and efficient movement.

Valencian grumbled and pulled his sword from the swordsman's body.

“I’ve been so frustrated up until now. You know how it feels to know how to do so many things, but not be able to do them because you’re taking care of yourself? It felt like I was fighting with a sword made of porcelain.”

He let out a soft sigh and burned the swordsman's corpse.

“Why did you come running here? What on earth did you say to Doroisen? I need to catch that guy called the Chief Magician of the Court, but I think I just killed the King and the Prince. Oh, and the Prince is still alive?”

"majesty."

“Yes, Sir Tentia. Is there any chance for me to negotiate with Philios again?”

Tentia shook her head without even thinking about it.

“Do you have a conscience? What would you talk to the bastard who murdered your father?”

“I see, isn’t that so?”

Suddenly, Tentia felt goosebumps all over her body.

It was something I had heard from Valencian many times, but this time it felt a little different.

The Duke of Mangnani muttered coldly.

“Then I guess there’s nothing I can do this time either.”

* * *

Philios went on a rampage, and was struck several times by the knights before collapsing.

“Your Majesty! You can’t defeat that monster alone!”

“Don’t even think about charging alone! It’s time for the Crown Prince to lead us!”

“Me, me?”

“Aren’t you the successor to this country?”

“I don’t understand this situation either! But the prince is still the prince!”

The officer knights desperately held the soldiers back, and succeeded in keeping more than 2,000 of the 3,000 men in their place.

The soldiers shuddered as they watched hundreds of their comrades burn to ashes, leaving nothing but bones behind.

And the officers and knights of Doroisen felt a sense of relief when they saw the fear on the soldiers' faces.

'An offensive force of thousands of units doesn't mean much to a swordsman of that level.'

'If we're going to catch it, our knights must do it with the support of the wizards.'

'At least the tragedy of all these guys charging in won't happen.'

They ordered their non-commissioned officers to begin to withdraw the soldiers completely, and they went after the distraught Crown Prince Philios.

“Your Highness!”

“Archduke Valencian is approaching.”

“Wake up!”

Philios' black eyes opened for a moment.

'Father. Father… … .'

It was revealed that his father, the Sword King Ensis, who seemed like the whole world to him, was actually an encroacher, and he was killed in a cowardly attack.

Several excellent swordsmen were burned to death without being able to properly inflict a single wound, a rogue archduke created a wall of fire with a single gesture, and his lover did not even know whether he was alive or dead.

My mind went blank and I felt numb.

But if there's one thing that's certain.

“Your Highness!”

“I hear you. Yes. First, place the wizards in the rear and prepare the water magic under the guard of the soldiers. Don’t threaten, just prepare. Then prepare the royal standard and the white flag. I will send a messenger.”

“What kind of messenger is this on this street-”.

“That rascal must be very nervous right now. He must also know the difference between a simple swordsman and a knight. At the very least, we need to let him know that we are willing to talk. Don’t you know that it is important to provide a sense of stability through procedures, especially at times like these?”

“!”

“I’ll also place the wizards I brought with His Highness the Father’s wizards. Call the administrator and prepare the documents. That damn bastard will probably make some demands.”

“How on earth can you believe that… … !”

“If you had no intention of negotiating with us, the Holy Emperor would have come instead of the Archduke!”

“!”

“And bring Master Ezraz. If he tries to escape, he will be imprisoned. The man who was also His Highness’s personal physician doesn’t even know that His Highness is being eroded. If he didn’t know, he is incompetent, and if he did… … It goes without saying.”

“Yes, yes.”

“Send a messenger to the rear and prepare for an all-out war. I will also consider the possibility that things may not work out. And if I die, the crown prince’s position will not go to my younger brother, but to my dethroned older brother. He has been crown prince longer than me, so he will do well.”

“… … .”

“Why is there no answer? Was there a problem with my instructions?”

“Oh, no, Your Highness.”

The knights who had been blank-faced started shouting like crazy.

Philios' eyes came into focus.

The impression that made me look old after 20 years has become clear again.

He muttered as he watched the messenger run away.

“Your Majesty, I am inheriting the throne. Yes. After all, I was not able to become a Sword Master while my father was still alive. Unlike my father, a son who is lacking cannot take care of everything, so I will try to negotiate somehow.”