How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 246

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Valencian looked at the army lined up before him, his heart pounding with excitement and fear.

“Huhhhh.”

Even if they had the same skill level, there was a big gap between a knight wearing armor engraved with magic circuits and a swordsman with only one sword.

'It's the same reason why Ensis was able to last so long in my fire. He had incredible physical abilities and magical resistance, but he also received great help from the fire-resistant and defensive magical circuits in his armor.'

He supported Tentia and slowly took a step back.

'If I'm not careful, I could get stabbed in the back and die. If I fight, I'll have to use a strategy of constantly moving and hitting and running away. Should I leave Sir Tentia to Sereraji or the machine knight and then go in first?'

He felt the power flowing through his blood vessels clearly and was thrilled.

It was a power I already had, but now I could use it freely without worrying about my body collapsing.

'At least I don't need the red pill or the blue pill anymore. Those had serious side effects.'

I saw knights and wizards moving in front of me.

Valencian smiled broadly, his pupils slit vertically.

Saaaaah!

The sparks flew, the sparks became flames, the flames became flames, and the flames became a wall of fire.

A huge wave of fire surged behind the boy archduke.

It was a height greater than that which swept away the charge of swordsmen and soldiers.

His white hair glowed with the red glow of the sunset, and the gold decorations on his uniform had a red pattern that shimmered.

'You're going to charge the knights after countering them with water magic? Fine. Charge at them. Your soldiers will be annihilated instead. Next are the wizards. They'll come out of the flames and stab you with their black swords.'

At that moment, a rider from the army came running out.

He was a standard-bearer carrying a white flag and the royal flag.

“Listen, Valencianus Soletaraon, Grand Duke of Soletaras, plenipotentiary of the Soletaras Empire!”

The messenger bit his lip and looked up to the sky and shouted.

'You're crazy, you're crazy. You can do that kind of magic on the spot?'

Those fiery eyes, red lips, and giant dragon horns were so scary.

But he was a messenger.

If he could only communicate well, the wave of fire would not overwhelm his friends.

“Philios, crown prince and future king of the Kingdom of Doroisen, requests a meeting with you!”

Valencian doubted his ears.

'Now you come?'

Before I lead my army and set foot on Imperial soil, before I raise a wave of fire, before my father dies.

It was quite funny to see him running straight towards destruction and then desperately trying to stop when he saw the cliff.

but.

'It's not just me who's desperate.'

Valencian could not hate the man who was desperately trying to stop and protect him.

'I've only done things that break the heads of those who keep trying to steal it from me.'

I was also quite pleased with the way he tried to fulfill his duties as the crown prince.

'Okay. I'll give you a chance. Let's see.'

Valencian looked at the herald and shouted.

“One. Stop the fighting. Two. Withdraw the knights to a distance of 700 steps. Three. Begin treating the wounded, but do not allow them to leave the battlefield. Tell them that you accept these conditions!”

'Because I can blend in with the wounded and slip to the rear, then circle around and aim for Sereraji.'

The messenger circled around and returned to his camp.

'That punk is going to accept this? Really?'

As soon as the knights heard the news, they grabbed Philios' arms and legs and hung on.

“It’s definitely a trap.”

“The intention is to roast His Majesty and launch a full-scale invasion.”

“You must never leave.”

Philios looked for a moment at the waves of fire billowing in the distance.

“We can outrun those waves and cut down fire spirits, so we should have no trouble escaping.”

“Yes. So… … .”

“But if we do that, the soldiers I trained and the soldiers His Majesty the Father brought will all die. 6,000 elite soldiers are not a force that can be easily obtained from anywhere.”

“Your Highness!”

He also looked up at the white-haired Grand Duke standing below him.

“It’s reasonable to call him a loser, but it’s mean to call him a grand duke. So, are you both a loser and a grand duke?”

Philios commanded majestically.

“Tell them I will gladly accept any request.”

The knights closed their eyes tightly and obeyed the order.

* * *

I accepted the request for a meeting, and Philios sent a healing priest for Sir Tentia.

Sir Tentia recovered with healing potions and divine powers, changed into the platinum armor brought by the mechanical knight, and followed me.

I shook my head firmly.

“No. Kyung-eun, go up and protect your sister in Sereraji.”

Sir Tentia glared at him as if to tell him not to talk nonsense.

"majesty!"

I lowered my voice, and after a moment she nodded.

“I was the one who demanded that the knights be withdrawn 700 steps away. … … And if they think otherwise, they won’t come after me.”

“You either get Julia back and run away, or you kidnap Sereraji and try to negotiate. Understood, Your Highness. I, Tentia, will do everything in my power to prevent anything from interfering with Your Highness’ negotiations.”

Even if you heal with divine power and potions, the mana rod that has burst does not return right away.

Even though you may still look tough on the outside, you'll need to get some rest.

I wanted to beg him not to push himself too hard.

I sighed inwardly and walked toward the plain where all the weeds had been burned away.

“I never thought we would sit down like this again.”

“Me too, Your Majesty.”

The servants of Philios pitched tents and brought out tables and tea, and the magistrates began to write documents with fine parchment and magical ink.

This was where the conflict, big or small, became dirty, awkward, and unfamiliar.

Whenever you are fighting to the death, you should always observe etiquette and talk face to face.

Judging from his expression, Philios also seemed to be feeling quite embarrassed.

It was really funny to see him, with his rough-looking face and coarse beard, treat me with half-respect and force a smile, even though I was 20 years younger than him, even including my life before regression.

But I didn't want to laugh at him.

No matter how embarrassing, shameful, dirty, and strange it was, negotiation was better than war.

therefore.

Look at that shameful, embarrassing, dirty, and unfamiliar sight.

“Congratulations on your accession to the throne. Now, let me first convey the Empire’s official position on this matter.”

When he heard the previous sentence, the expression 'Have you ever seen such a son of a bitch?' appeared on Philios' face.

He answered, trying to suppress his quietness.

“Understood, Your Highness.”

I continued speaking shamelessly.

“First of all, I demand an immediate withdrawal. At the very least, the Doroisen Army must be out of Imperial territory within ten days from the end of the conference.”

Philios nodded as if it was natural.

A little color came to his face.

“Is there any possibility?”

This also meant that he would let him go alive, so it was natural.

“And I also want an official apology, compensation, and measures to prevent a recurrence.”

“Yes. Of course, it is something that should be done. But when you say countermeasures, what specific measures do you want?”

I smiled and wiggled my tongue.

“Of course, these are measures to promote friendship between the two countries, restore relations, and prevent such unpleasant incidents from occurring again.”

It was a moment to put aside one's conscience for the sake of the national interest.

This was obviously a very sad thing.

But I am not Doroisen, I am the Grand Duke of the Empire, this world is not one where the strong listen to the weak, and Doroisen is a country with enough power to strike the back of the Empire's head, so it would be better to make them suffer than to suffer heartbreak.

If I could feed the people of the empire with my one wicked act, wouldn't that be pretty good?

Of course, I wouldn't say it was the Gwangmyeong Church, but I was a saint kidnapper.

“If the Empire and Doroisen become closer and each side loses more if they go to war, won’t they never go to war again?”

“Yes.”

His voice began to tremble slightly, and I tried to make it sound more and more beautiful.

“The first is a person. Prince Philippe would be good. Isn’t he just the right age to enter the academy?”

A convulsion crossed Philios' face.

Philippe was the name of his youngest brother, whom he loved the most.

Of course, he meant to take me hostage.

“If he comes to the Academy of Solettaraon and learns the swordsmanship of the Empire, it would be a great show of trust between our two countries. If the knightly swordsmanship that Your Majesty created is combined with the swordsmanship of Doroisen that Duke Philippe already knows, a completely new swordsmanship could be born.”

I ended my speech with a diplomatic tone, as if I knew nothing.

“The second is gold. Let’s coordinate the tariffs between the Empire and the Kingdom. If the swords and armor made with the Kingdom’s excellent metallurgy come in, and the Empire’s magical tools and magical potions enter the Kingdom, it will certainly be possible to trade to the advantage of both sides.”

A twitch came over Philios' face again.

“I am at a loss as to whether the Empire is giving us too much to end the war that our Doroisen started.”

As expected from someone who had been trained as a ruler for decades, he seemed to have completely grasped the essence of what I was saying.

“Haha. Don’t think like that. We also covet the kingdom’s sword and armor.”

This meant that the Empire would suck up the wealth of the Kingdom of Doroisen in the future.

No matter what, Soletaras was a magical empire.

The world's ivory tower was located next to the capital, and the Imperial Magic Workshop competed with the ivory tower and developed its skills like crazy, and each academy had a magic department that produced graduates with outstanding skills every year.

There were also many magical tools that could be used in everyday life, such as slime in the sewer, a 'lighter' to light firewood, and various magical potions.

Common sense tells you how much swords and armor the Empire would import from Doroisen?

Anyway, the circuit work has to be done in the empire.

On the other hand, it was obvious that the Empire's various civilian magic tools would sell like hotcakes.

In the Empire, there was no concern about technology leaks as it was not a particularly great magical tool.

A flood of wealth will pour into the saturated market, and that wealth will become the royal family's revenue, which will then be used to strengthen national power.

Therefore, most normal countries were preventing the outflow of national wealth through tariff barriers.

“I will wait for your positive response.”

I declared that I would break down that barrier.

Philios' face turned pale.

Of course, my demands were just the beginning.

* * *

Valencian continued to make the same demands as before.

These were demands that would bring great wealth to the Empire and the Crown, and would do great harm to the future of Doroisen in the long run.

“How about demolishing the border fortress between the two countries? There will be a lot of merchants coming and going in the future, so I think it will create an ominous picture.”

Philios chewed his lips.

With the border fortresses gone, if war broke out, the empire that had several Wyvern Knights would have a much greater advantage.

“Because of these damned mountains, communication is blocked. Let’s pave our own road. The Empire has many excellent earth magicians, so the Empire will take care of the construction. Don’t worry, we won’t charge you any construction fees. But the toll fee… … I believe you know that well?”

Valencian smiled happily.

It was an opportunity to create jobs for graduates of the Academy's Faculty of Magic.

It was also a way to deploy a powerful military force when war broke out again.

At the same time, he also had the intention of reviving his estate.

'I'm going to have to spend a lot of money in the future, so I should save up a few coins.'

One third of the Instrumentum was his domain.

As logistics increased, money came in, as money came in, the population increased and the city developed, and as the city developed, tax revenue increased.

As the influx increased, Marcus' remaining influence in Instrumentum would weaken.

'You have to be able to bite off about three pieces of meat at a time.'

Of course, from Philios' point of view, it was a crazy and delusional thing.

'Valencian. Are you trying to make us a vassal state?'

He realized how his reputation as a scoundrel came about.

It's not just because they enjoy having fun, it's not because they're cruel, it's not because they're greedy.

“The third is the alliance. We are always at war. We have been at war for a thousand years. With the Old Ones beyond the sky. This conflict is actually caused by those Old Ones.”

The young Archduke, with his red lips pulled up into a ecstatic smile, possessed both the vigor of youth and the experience of a seasoned man.

“The body of the former king has been severely contaminated with the energy of the past, so Saint Matthew will personally purify it and return it to you.”

Of course, no one knew whether the remains of Ensis would actually be returned, or if they would just return a handful of ashes.

“Saint Mateos will also be in charge of interrogating the palace chief magician Ezraz, who is strongly suspected to be a high-level eroder.”

“Your Highness. The kingdom’s affairs are in the kingdom-.”

“We will dispatch the best heresy inquisitors of the Gwangmyeong Church to help subdue the invaders within the kingdom.”

Valencian smiled brightly.

Slightly elongated canines protruded from within her red lips.

“It is the kingdom’s freedom to accept this as interference or as help.”

The golden pupils were no longer vertically slit, but they swung even more greedily than before.

“However, the Empire will not hesitate to drive out the invaders and restore friendship between the two countries, and it will do so with great determination.”

Philios wanted to slap that cheek.