How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 260

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Eric looked at the soldiers around him.

They were all walking, panting, carrying heavy military equipment.

'A soldier carrying a military load can march about 4 km per hour and move about 20 km in a straight line per day.'

Of course, if you can march 4km per hour, you can march 32km in just 8 hours a day.

But when you learn that their gear can range from a minimum of 10 kg to a maximum of 40 kg, and that their length is not just the shortest distance, you can see why they can't move tens of kilometers in a straight line per day.

'Weak voice! Can't a soldier march for about 12 hours a day?'

Of course, there were commanders who thought this way, and there were commanders who actually put those thoughts into orders.

'Eww!'

'That damn kid!'

'That guy is running away!'

They had to die along with the soldier they were leading, or they had to run away while the soldier they were leading was dying.

'In fact, it would have been less evil if they had died with their soldiers, considering that commanders often returned to their home countries after being captured and ransomed.'

'A march doesn't end when you reach your destination.'

'You must scout the surroundings frequently during the march. Once you arrive, you must set up camp and prepare dinner. You must perform night watch duty and save up energy to prepare for enemy surprise attacks.'

Therefore, the advance of the 8,000-strong Langso and Republic troops was not very agile, and the two men representing the military and the civil service had time to have a long conversation.

Eric looked around from the saddle.

There was no atmosphere of being taken by surprise by the imperial army.

Even though he was deprived of his freedom of action, it wasn't like Benoit had tied Eric up, shaved his blond hair short, dressed him in prison attire, and then put him in armor.

The Republic of Langso and the Republic of China were a country where the people had deep pride in electing their own leaders, and anyone who treated a member of parliament like that, even a general, would be stoned to death.

So Eric enjoyed all the freedom he had to go to Valencian again, and rode right beside Benoit.

“Bnoah. The Empire is an unbeatable enemy. Now face reality. We have no right to kill 100,000 young men. This is not a defense, this is an invasion!”

Benoit ignored Eric's words, and Eric raised his voice even louder.

“The Soletaras Empire is no longer hostile to us. Don’t you understand what that means? It means they won’t come attacking us and branding us traitors. We can build friendships through the Church of Light and fight against the invaders together.”

A moment of confusion crossed Bnoah's face when he heard the word "eroder."

That was only for a moment, but Benoit immediately pushed that feeling back under the surface and spoke solemnly.

“That’s the problem, Eric. They don’t even hate us anymore. That means they won’t listen to us no matter what we say.”

“This annoying friend!”

Eric was furious, but Benoit did not give in.

“This is not peace. It is a deferred death. I cannot raise my children in a country where they may be trampled by the knights of the Empire at any moment. Now is the time to actively expand and unite across borders.”

“I don’t know since when you started talking so harshly in front of me. Are you willing to throw away your life and that of your soldiers because of the pride of the old members of the National Assembly?”

“Isn’t that civilian control? The fact that I’m not subduing you by force is also an action along the same lines. You can’t throw away your life because of your pride? That’s right.”

But, as he spoke, Benoit continued,

“If this continues, it is certain that both pride and life will be lost. The Dragon Blood Emperor, no, should I call him the Holy Emperor now? The young emperor of the empire, Jaryllis, was crowned by Saint Mateos. He can now intervene in all countries that believe in the Church of Light under the pretext of faith.”

Eric let out a sigh, and Benoit nodded once.

“You know what happened to Doroisen? The sword king who was the pillar of the country died, and economic dependence began. The person who led that agreement was the scoundrel you visited, Archduke Valencianus, and the red knight Tenthiage.”

“… … .”

“Eric. I knew you were a wizard.”

Benoit spat it out as if shaking off his foolishness.

Eric's eyes opened wide, his handsome face hardening.

"you……."

“I don’t want to think that you treat us with a sense of superiority. Please continue to be my friend.”

* * *

“What kind of ridiculous operation is that? Countless civilians will die.”

Sir Tentia glared and shouted.

“Valen. If the Republic Army and the Langso fight against the aliens, won’t they be eroded in large numbers? If that happens, there might be high-level eroders who are very hostile to the Empire.”

Sereraji also had an awkward expression.

“Would they even return in the first place? This land is the border of the people and the inheritance is tangled, so the great lords do not easily intervene. Once they come in and finish building the castle, they will have land and people, so why would they return to their home country?”

Helena also looked doubtful.

Knights, wizards, and field commanders glared at me from under their tent roofs.

I tried to hide my slight fright and chose my words calmly.

“First of all, Sister Helena. What you said is not wrong, but these kids are not absolute monarchs or feudalists like us. If our home country is in danger, we have no choice but to return.”

“What does that mean? If the commander deploys the troops, it’s over?”

Helena beat her chest as if she didn't understand anything.

I said, counting on my fingers.

“The mechanical knights are my army now, your knights are His Majesty’s army, and the ones you brought now are your army. It may be a bit strange to say this, but they are property that can be inherited, bought, leased, or gifted.”

Sir Tentia tilted her head.

“Isn’t that true? Of course, buying and selling and giving are rare, but aren’t inheritances and lending common?”

Sir Tentia was also someone that Jaylilith had lent me, and inheritance of loyalty was the core of the feudal system.

“Thank you for saying so, sir. Anyway, this is common sense for us. Once a commander sets out to lead the army, it’s right for him to take care of things from then on. But they don’t.”

Helena asked with a look of incredulity.

“So, does that mean the commander of the Republic Army has to go back to his home country where he is winning?”

I nodded.

"yes."

She had a look of being beaten.

“Is there such a ridiculous country in the world?”

“Anyway, that’s what it is. Pushing all the foreign things that crawled out of the Demon Realm back to their country is the perfect strategy to win without shedding a single drop of blood. You’ve come this far and you have no choice but to turn back? How exhilarating.”

“Is that so?”

Helena made a puzzled expression, and I looked at my sister Sereraji.

Just one person.

“I just saw them and they all seem to be purifiers. Of course, they’ll have to fight the aliens to avoid casualties, but that’s not something we care about. The important thing is that the Langso and Republic forces won’t be easily eroded.”

Then came some unexpected help.

The high priest who followed Helena defended me.

“In addition, His Highness the Grand Duke of Valencian is right. The western republics, including Langsoir, have somewhat deformed, or rather, regionally specific, religious systems. They have a secret to surviving against the demonic realm and enemy nations without knights or magicians.”

“Besides, I told you that what comes out of this demonic realm would be closer to a demon than a foreign substance. Don’t worry about the erosion.”

I said it as if I was hammering a nail into it, and Sereraji said, "I guess that's how it is," and was convinced.

Rudy was the type to keep quiet about such things, so now only one person was left.

“Lord Tentia.”

“… … .”

She was a knight among knights.

I would rather catch someone on the street who was cursing at me and beat him severely than use cowardly tactics to take advantage of ordinary citizens.

Even I, who am pushing this right now, feel a tingling sensation in my stomach, so I don't think she will ever be able to accept it.

But there was no answer other than this.

The moment the blood of the imperial subjects flows, I have no choice but to fight.

This was the only way to accommodate Rep. Eric's request.

At least the fight is to protect their homeland.

Just as she was thinking of relieving her of the burden on her mind with an order that asserted the authority of the royal family, Lord Tentia broke the silence first.

"majesty."

There was a faint determination in his sad, bloodshot eyes.

“While you prepare, I will watch your back.”

"kyung……!"

As always, it was a manly voice and a confident smile.

“In fact, I don’t even know why Your Majesty accepted Congressman Eric’s request.”

“… … ?”

“How can an enemy soldier who has crossed the border be innocent? Just as a knight who has gone out on a campaign on the orders of his lord is responsible for the consequences of his personal actions, shouldn’t a soldier who has gone out on a campaign on the orders of his country be responsible for the same?”

“Yes. Kyung is right.”

“The knight’s mercy is only extended to those who are worthy of receiving it.”

As Lord Tentia concluded his speech, I chose my words to ease the guilt of those gathered here.

In any case, taking hostage unarmed civilians was not a very pleasant operation.

And that uneasy feeling is enough for me alone.

earth!

“Langsowa is a country that elects its own leaders, so if it elects a foolish leader, it should be held responsible.”

I said, placing the wargaming piece firmly down on the map.

“Okay. Let’s go and take responsibility.”

* * *

Signine's Benaret Knight was deeply moved by my words that he would deal with not only the enemy forces but also the demonic realm within the territory, and kept bowing his head.

“I will tell the Duke to make additional tribute to the Imperial Court. You may use this route.”

He helped me, Sereraji, Lord Tentia, and several mechanical knights reach the Demon Realm safely through the scouts.

The Demonic Realm was open in the middle of the plain, and Sereraji and I looked down on the scene from the rocky mountain.

The vast plains covered in withered grass were teeming with hideous monsters.

It was about 3 to 5 meters tall, had a cow's head with large horns, thick fur, a muscular body, and its hands and feet were covered in scales.

They had two pairs of eyes, and occasionally there were some that were noticeably large, and they also had two pairs of horns.

Finally, their color was purple.

“It’s horrible.”

The sight of those large creatures crawling out of an open pit in the middle of the field was hideous.

The land around the nuke was also turning purple, and seeing strange purple ponds boiling there made me think that sooner or later they would be created there too.

It was something I couldn't stand to see with my eyes open.

“I’m going to burn the road to the west, so you can destroy those guys who are still conscious.”

Sereraji nodded, holding the brim of his hat.

Blue light flashed from the yellow eyes, yellow light flashed from the blue eyes, and electricity shot from the staff jewel.

“Do you not need my help?”

I smiled brightly and lifted Yongchan's spirits.

“Help?”

Along with the sensation of my pupils splitting vertically, savage greed and desire raced through my mind like flames.

In the past, horns would have sprouted and scales would have sprouted all over his body, but now, he wasn't even breathing.

Boom, boom, boom, boom.

Just by thinking, “Go,” a fireball appeared out of thin air, which soon swelled into the shape of an androgynous boy with his upper body exposed.

“Crrrrrrr!”

“Crrrrrrr!”

“Crrrrrrr!”

Dozens of fire spirits split the wind, causing laughter to erupt.

“Woooooo?”

“Krrrrrr!”

The monsters looked up, baring their teeth, but the fire spirit had already landed on the field and was beginning to rampage.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The spirits began to greedily eat dry grass and undergrowth and began to swell, until at one point they were large enough to look down on the monsters.

Kwajik!

I clenched my fist in the air and summoned the power of the dragon's tongue.

The golden azure shimmered, and the mana from beneath the mountain seeped into the spirits.

“Crrrrrrr!”

The spirits burst into laughter and breathed fire, and the vast fields were instantly engulfed in flames.

The sparks that started to scatter became sparks, the sparks became flames, and the flames became a wall of flames that burned fiercely.

The sight of red shadows cast across the sky beyond the horizon was spectacular.

The only narrow road that kept the fire from spreading was the one leading directly to Langsowa.

“Woooooo!”

“Woooooo!”

Giant monsters began to run down the narrow path, jumping here and there.

Some of the bigger guys overcame their instincts and tried to guard the area around the nuke.

Jieeeeing-!

The white ray of heat that flew from the tip of the staff raised by Sereraji pierced right through their heads.

“Wow. Is that the new thing you just got?”

Sereraji answered with a fresh smile.

“It’s a spell jointly developed by the Destruction School, the Lightning School, and the Flame School. It’s a triple-attribute magic that combines the Spear of Power, Discharge, and Heat Ray.”

“What is your name?”

“It’s called a penetrating flash. It can penetrate just about anything.”

I chuckled and looked down at the scenery below the mountain.

The entire field was on fire, and somewhere in the distance was an army of a hundred thousand men and the Republic of Langso and a horde of monsters heading west.

Well, at least we've started.

I wish the end was in my hands.

“Yeah. I wish we could overcome whatever blocks our path.”