How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 27

How to live as a tyrant’s spoiled brat Episode 27

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Aquinis, niece of the Marchioness Planitiès and one of my many cousins.

As the son of an empress who came from a noble family, he was lucky enough to receive at least the bare minimum of treatment while many other imperial family members born to concubines were being cut down.

The man knelt down before me and Lord Tentia in his room in the Red Moon Palace.

Lord Tentia looked like she was going to fall over at any moment, holding the back of her neck, and I sighed endlessly until my legs gave out and I almost collapsed on the floor.

“Archduke Aquinis. You crazy bastard. Have you completely forgotten what kind of blood flows through your veins? Did your head shake from the shock of being imprisoned? You’re not an orc, and you can’t take responsibility for something… …! Let’s stop talking.”

I forgot both my identity and the other person’s identity and brought back the speech I had when I was a scoundrel.

“majesty.”

Cook, I came to my senses only when Sir Tentia jabbed me in the side with his plate-armored elbow.

It hurt like hell, but if I had stabbed a little harder I might have left a bruise.

I took a deep breath and went out of the room with Sir Tentia, gave her a few words of advice, and came back in.

And he said as if he had made a big decision.

“Lord Tentia.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“You can’t have an honorable knight deal with a bastard of the royal family. I’ll do it. Just turn around for a moment.”

“yes?”

“Valencian! Please!”

Aquinas pleaded, and I put my trembling hands on the hilt of my sword.

In the current empire, the fact that the royal family was having children without permission was a huge problem.

Because of the bloodshed and the right of succession.

“Archduke Aquinis. Do you know why the Archduke has been unable to go to the Marquis of Planitis and has remained in this Red Moon Palace?”

“I know. It’s for blood and rights.”

He answered in a grave voice, and I said, growling like a volcano.

“But if this child follows you to the Marquisate of Planitis, the same problem will arise again.”

“… … .”

“According to Imperial law, a child under the age of 16 cannot renounce his right to succession. What if this child becomes a man around the age of 14? Who knows how many heirs to the throne of the Marquis of Planitis will emerge. Do you understand?”

“I know… … I see.”

“Your blood will not disappear just because you renounce your right to succession. However, His Majesty decided to send you to your relatives because he knew you would act wisely.”

I gritted my teeth and tried to draw my sword.

Aquinas was terrified and wrapped the child in his body.

“What crime has this child committed?”

“The sin of being born into the royal family!”

“Is it a sin not to be able to choose a father?”

“His father was born into a great noble family and a royal family, so he obtained great talent and enormous rights without any effort, and he lived in luxury even when the peasants were starving during the famine!”

“!”

“Didn’t this child’s mother know that you were a member of the royal family and the niece of the Marchioness of Planitiès?”

“Valencian!”

Aquinas’ face turned red and blue.

“Was this child ever sick when he was young? Did he ever cry all night long, begging you, his nurse, or his maids? Of course not. The children of the royal family and the nobility are all born with better stomachs than ordinary children. Will this child ever go hungry or work hard? Of course not. He has the blood of the royal family and the great nobility.”

“So I have to take responsibility?”

I spat it out like I was hammering a nail into it.

“Just as it is natural to enjoy the rights that come with bloodlines, it is also natural to fulfill the responsibilities that come with bloodlines.”

Srrrrung, when the sword was pulled out about an inch, Sir Tentia moved.

She struck the end of my sword’s handle forward, shoved it back into its scabbard, gave me a light shoulder push, then stood where I had been, looking down at Aquinas.

I looked at Tentia with displeasure, but I didn’t push her away.

“Your Highness, there are two options now.”

Aquinas asked with a look of despair in his eyes.

“What, what is that?”

“The first is leaving the child behind, and the second is manipulating the child’s date of birth.”

“Date of birth?”

Sir Tentia spoke in a theatrical tone.

“If the child was born after His Highness the Grand Duke ceased to be His Highness the Grand Duke, then in the first place… … there is no right of succession. There is no reason why you cannot take him with you. However, in this case, there may be a problem.”

“What’s the problem?”

“The Marquis of Planitis may not accept you as His Highness. Even if you give up your right of succession, the Imperial bloodline will not disappear, and you would not want to attract the attention of His Majesty the Emperor by holding two Imperial bloodlines.”

“Hmm.”

Aquinas frowned, as if in trouble.

“Then His Highness the Grand Duke will remain here with the child. The renunciation of the succession will be swept under the rug, and His Majesty the Emperor will never let the child and His Highness live.”

Aquinas thought for a moment and then said,

“I’m going to manipulate the child’s date of birth. Can you help me?”

“Are you willing to risk being left behind?”

“But I can’t just leave you behind, right? You’re my child, and the child of the person I loved. If you don’t accept me, the child and I won’t see the light of day. I’ll go with you so that you won’t be lonely on your way to the afterlife.”

I sighed and nodded.

“Aquinas, pack your bags and come forward. It would be best for you to remain outside the palace until the Marquis arrives. I will try to get the renunciation of the succession through as quickly as possible.”

“Thank you, Valencian.”

I didn’t even watch him bow his head before I left the room with Sir Tentia.

I don’t know if this is the right thing to do.

When I had walked to the end of the hallway and could hear no sound from the room, Sir Tentia asked me.

“Your Majesty, why did you push me so hard? Did you have to make that suggestion through me? Couldn’t you have told me to falsify the child’s birth date?”

I nodded.

“I don’t know what the Marquis wants.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

The Marquis loved his wife, and his wife loved her younger brother.

But the world of the nobility revolves around affection.

Before my return, I didn’t know that Aquinas had an illegitimate child.

So, I knew that until now, an assassin from an ‘unknown force’ had attacked the Marquis’ family, and that the Marquis had started a war out of revenge for losing his wife.

But what if the Marquis already knew about Aquinas and the child who had the right to succeed him?

What if the Marquis wanted the child who had the right of succession from the beginning?

What if he was planning to exert pressure and manipulate the royal family through that child?

Aquinas knew that too, and what if he was taking the child as a ransom to free himself?

If you think about it that way, the assassination that happened before the return might not have been by an ‘unknown force’.

Because Jaylilith might have noticed the child and sent an assassin.

My thoughts paused there for a moment.

If it were Jaylilith, he would have drawn his sword and run at her the moment he noticed her illegitimate child, and he wouldn’t have sent an assassin.

Because he was a younger brother who wanted to rule, not politics.

Also, maybe it’s both.

There may have been both assassins sent by Jaylilith and ‘unknown’ assassins.

“I thought the Marquis might be plotting something using his illegitimate child. It’s complicated.”

For now, I’ve tried to explain it to Lord Tentia to this extent.

“My head is pounding. Please exclude me from future battles of wits. A knight’s virtue is to speak and express himself with his sword, not with his mouth.”

She has been more than suspicious; she has been demanding that I not be asked to think.

“I will consider it positively.”

“Doesn’t that mean you won’t listen to me?”

“… … .”

“majesty?”

* * *

The luxury hotel, which had various auxiliary facilities, real-time room service, and guarded by elite mercenary guards, was too close to the palace.

There were many nobles who had come to the capital and the leaders of large merchant groups staying there, so it was unlikely that an assassin would come in openly, but since it was unknown how Jaylilith would react to the baby, the further away they were from the palace, the better.

The lodgings were gathered near the gates of each direction and in front of the palace, and Valencianus headed towards the west gate closest to Wyvernpit.

Rattling, rattling, the carriage shook endlessly.

It didn’t look like a neatly paved capital city road.

When the child started to cry, Aquinas plugged the child’s ears with cotton and lifted the child up to his chest and hugged him.

“The carriage shakes a lot.”

“There are a lot of heavy animals on this road. There’s nothing you can do about it, so take good care of the child.”

“Beasts?”

Valencianus gestured in the direction of Wyvernpit.

“Don’t you know how much meat goes in there every day?”

“ah.”

At that moment, a thick smell of blood wafted from the surroundings.

It was not fresh blood, but the putrid smell of old, dead flesh.

Tentia frowned, the baby cried again, and Aquinas was at a loss.

Valencian looked out the carriage window, which had been curtained, and asked the coachman.

“Is it time for the crocodiles to come out?”

“Yes, that’s right. The roads are almost blocked. Sorry.”

Thud, thud, thud, thud.

Men wearing thick clothes covered in blood were coming out from between the alleys.

They were carrying baskets on their backs like bags with strings tied to them, or pushing carts, and one thing they had in common was that blood was dripping from them everywhere.

They all had large meat-cutting knives on their waists, called choppers or cleavers.

There were teeth here and there, but they looked extremely sharp.

Men covered in blood crossed the street in the evening glow.

Thud, thud, thud, thud.

“fizzle.”

“Come here.”

“Never let go of my hand.”

Pedestrians on the street were terrified and scattered, going into random stores or just standing there, shivering.

“Why on earth are there such crazy people wandering around the capital?”

When Aquinas asked tremblingly, Valencian calmly buried himself in the cushion of his chair as if telling him not to make a fuss and answered.

“They’re the guys who clean the Wyvernpit.”

“yes?”

Aquinas asked back, as if he had misheard.

“When feeding wyverns, they give them whole sheep, pigs, goats, or cows. But they are surprisingly picky eaters. Depending on the season, gender, and age, they eat only meat, only the spine, only the intestines, or only the fat. Then what happens to the remaining parts?”

“It’s going to rot.”

“Someone has to go in and clean it up. And if there are any parts that aren’t rotten among the remaining parts, they can cut them out and take them with them. They are all fathers who do dangerous and hard work to feed their children. Just because they look bad doesn’t mean they are bad people… … .”

Wow!

Valencian’s words were cut off by the sound of the carriage window breaking.

A cleaver came barreling into the window.

Broken glass littered the floor.

Aquinas stuttered with a pale face, while Valencian and Sir Tentia gritted their teeth and kicked open the carriage door.

“Ahhhhh!”

I saw the groom being dragged from his stables and trampled horribly.

“Your Highness! It seems so different from what you just said.”

Tentia said, drawing her sword.

The crocodiles flinched and backed away at the sight of the gleaming plate armor and longswords, but soon gathered again and looked inside the carriage.

“What is this commotion! Do you know who is blocking your path right now? If you don’t answer me right away, I will cut off your head.”

Tentia kicked the man in the stomach who was trampling the groom with his plate-plated combat boots.

Phew!

No matter how hard they lived, the difference in physical ability between a knight who could handle mana and an ordinary person was incomparable.

The crocodile flew away with its body lifted up and rolled around on the road.

Before speaking, Valencianus checked their eyes first, as was his experience.

In all cases, the boundary between the black and white sclera was ambiguous.

“This fu*king shit… … !”

He spat out a six-character phrase, drew his sword, and cut the neck vein of the crocodile man standing before him.

The man walked towards me, blood gushing from his neck like a fountain, but he seemed to feel no pain, and eventually collapsed.

“Your Highness?!”

“These guys are mentally corrupted. It’s too late.”

Mental pollution occurs when we try to understand the incomprehensible.

It was not possible to determine the cause, as it occurred not only when one came into contact with the ancient evil god’s strange texts, but also when one came into contact with an introductory grimoire that was academically compiled with refined knowledge.

But the most common reason was tangible or intangible contact with evil old things.

“Coachman! Drive the horse! We have to get out of here!”

Tentia lifted the coachman with one hand and threw him on the coachman’s stone, then made sure Valencian got into the carriage and began cutting down the crocodiles blocking the carriage.

Tsukaaaaak!

The battle was one-sided because there were no people with the skills to deal with her.

She thought as she made her way along.

Mental contamination is a very magical and mysterious phenomenon.

She had never been given a mission like that before either.

It wasn’t something that a teenage prince who had only read the contents written in the book would have recognized right away.

‘Why on earth does Your Majesty have me by his side?’

How great would it be if everyone could honestly decide the outcome through a duel of knights?

Dispersing her thoughts, she swung her sword.

Tsukaaaaak-!

Tentia laughed like a wolf as she watched the limbs flying into the sky.

As expected, using my head doesn’t suit my aptitude.