How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 276

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In a time when there were no Solettaras, no Lansoir, and no Doroisen, the world belonged to foreign races.

Dragons, water people, mermaids, elves, vampires, dwarves.

Beneath the dragon's wings, all were silent, and no weapon was useless against the strength of the beastmen, the lizardmen, the caitsi, the werewolves, etc.

The sea was a world that only mermaids could travel, and the quiet forests were the exclusive domain of elf hunters.

Only vampires could open their chests in the dark of night, and only dwarves could receive the grace of iron and gold in the deep caves.

Although humans have been able to produce a few exceptional individuals thanks to their superior reproductive ability, they have ultimately been unable to overcome their innate weakness and short lifespan.

'A race where even lost teeth don't grow back.'

That was the general view that the other races had toward humans.

The water people and dwarves revered martial arts and technology, and spent the whole year focusing only on swords, iron, and fire, leaving all aspects of life, including farming, cleaning, cooking, and laundry, to lowly human slaves.

It was no different for vampires.

To them, humans were nothing more than livestock to be raised and eaten over and over again.

But, in other words, they too needed humans.

According to a paper banned from publication by the Soletaras royal family, the lives of serfs working under the vampire aristocracy were much more affluent than those of modern serfs.

The tax demanded from the serfs of the vampire aristocracy at that time was one young man per thousand people per year.

In a time when the Orc Horde swept across the horizon, raping and killing men and women indiscriminately, and when a family had at least four children, and sometimes as many as ten, the prospect of a young man being protected by a vampire noble was a rather attractive option.

Moreover, the vampire nobles did not suck all the blood of the young men who came up as tribute.

Most of them returned within a few years, and if they were lucky, they might be hired into a castle, or if they were really lucky, chosen as a servant or companion.

This was not much different under the dwarven and water-man nobles.

Of course, you can't explain the times with the stories of a few lucky people.

In a novel about a love affair between a princess of a conquered country and an emperor of a conquering country, the deaths of the soldiers are not depicted, but if all the tears they shed were collected, they would make rain fall on the vast land.

Most humans worked their entire lives, and when they could no longer work, they died.

At the same time, most of the other races needed humans to maintain a comfortable and luxurious lifestyle.

In the process, although the treatment of individuals may have been abysmal, the survival of the species itself was tolerated.

Elfman treated humans differently.

* * *

“Like insects that destroy the forest.”

“No matter how much I think about it, it seems right to kill all humans.”

“We have to live in the forest, and they have to live without the forest. And if one has to go, it has to be them.”

Humans who practiced slash-and-burn farming and elves who were hunter-gatherers simply could not coexist.

This was not a difference in culture, but a difference in economic structure and social system.

The collision was unavoidable, and countless human beings died.

Elves were born with agile bodies and were skilled with swords, spears, bows, and axes. They had a high affinity for mana, making them excellent magicians, and they could control spirits like their own hands and feet.

It was not uncommon for two or three elf warriors to burn down a human city near a forest.

“Kill them all!”

“There is no need to surrender.”

“You guys are wasting your time breathing!”

But time was on man's side.

They burned the forests, reduced the elven domain, stole their blood and seeds, and finally gave birth to those who could be called nobles.

And when the fight between humans and the alien races changed from a one-sided slaughter to a tense war.

When erosion and the devil's realm became a full-blown threat from an unusual disaster that occurred only once in a thousand years.

The elves suffered the most miserable downfall.

Elves were few in number and had a high affinity for magic, making them vulnerable to erosion, while humans evolved endlessly.

“Finally, we are back.”

Forged with the mana affinity of the elves, the strength of the ogres, the metallurgy of the dwarves, and the madness of the watermen, the humans avenged their fallen kin with blood.

“There is no surrender. Right? You guys did that too, right?”

They did not covet the elves' deep mana or their undying beauty.

They just killed the elves mechanically, just as the elves had killed their ancestors.

The only exception was the Emperor of Soletaras.

“I will become the ruler of all tribes.”

He accepted the elves' surrender and gave them the deep forest as a settlement.

Because of this, Soletaras was greatly criticized by the human monarchs of the time.

“How can we spare those demons!”

“They are the ones who tried to kill us all!”

“You must not leave any regrets behind.”

He then mobilized a large number of powerful half-elf wizards and swept away the accusers with fire and water.

'I never forget where my strength comes from.'

'We must not allow other races to rise up against us, but if we kill them all, we will lose our way to become stronger.'

'Human? A different race? It doesn't matter. Since mixed race is possible anyway, it only matters who rules.'

Thus the Emperor of Soletaras became the ruler of the five races, the alien races were allowed to live somewhere in the empire, and the Emperor's vassals and retainers became the infamous half-blood nobles.

They were proud of their mixed race blood, but at the same time felt a kinship with humans, and actively intermarried to complete their bloodline.

“That prince is said to be the son of a vampire.”

“That young lady is mixed race.”

“Take a good look at that knight. He has mermaid blood flowing through his veins.”

Although the world and the Church of Light hated the heterodox, in the noble society of Soletaras, the heterodox were the object of strange love and hatred and admiration.

Because they were monsters who persecuted, ate, and slaughtered humans, and they were also the source of power that made them nobles.

That was why Sereraji ran to Valencianus as soon as he learned that the elven magic tools had been released into the world.

* * *

“What are you doing at this hour?”

My step-sister came into the villa at the crack of dawn.

I was wearing pajamas and could barely keep my hair above the water.

Sereraji began to explain urgently.

“That magic tool was made by an elf?”

“That’s right! It’s not even an ancient relic that’s hundreds or thousands of years old. It was made only 90 years ago! Isn’t that the elves trying to crawl out into the world again? They might have joined hands with the Encroachers to destroy humans. No! It’s definitely true.”

Sereraji, who had rushed to the villa, became unusually excited.

She was not wearing her usual hat or using a cane.

Judging by the fact that he was out of breath, it was clear that he had run like crazy as soon as he found out the truth.

… … You could have just flown over, so why did you come running?

“We must inform His Majesty immediately! I hate being a burden and I hate having my research items stolen, but this is too much. The royal family and the great lords must come up with a solution together.”

“Okay. I will report this to Your Majesty.”

He answered calmly, pretending as if nothing had happened.

In fact, I was quite embarrassed to see Sereraji like this.

The infamous Archduke Valencian is sitting in the living room, wide awake, wearing striped pajamas.

Fortunately, Sereraji didn't care about that at all and just made a "Huh?" expression.

“Are you… okay?”

“Yeah. It’s okay.”

Of course it's not okay.

I was so grateful that you came to me first instead of going somewhere else to say something.

I'm a regressed person, so of course I had a solution in mind for the inter-species problem.

First the mermaid, then the elf.

And Sereraji should not be concerned with the issue of interspecies right now, but should be diligently continuing his research for himself and the empire.

To do that, we had to not make a fuss about this matter and just let it go as if it were nothing serious.

She doesn't know much about the world yet, so she'll feel relieved if I act like it's no big deal.

I said, handing him a glass of lukewarm water.

“Their magical skills were so famous. Some local lord must have secretly sent someone to make it. We can just send a paladin and an inquisitor to completely destroy them.”

“No. It was in the hands of the eroders.”

“That lord must have been an encroacher, not an elf.”

Sereraji opened her eyes wide.

“Sure. That could be… … right?”

“Elf is also a race that perished due to erosion, so no matter how much they hate the empire, they will not join hands with the eroders.”

It was like that before the regression too.

The other races rebelled, but did not join hands with the invaders.

Sereraji turned around with a relieved expression.

“Okay. Then you can do your research without worry. I’m sorry for waking you up so early in the morning.”

“Okay. I’ll get some sleep while I do that.”

I sent her away with a smiling face until the end.

"……under."

As I returned to the second floor and threw myself back onto the bed, memories from before my regression came flooding back vividly.

He vividly remembered what the rebellious imperial Justinian had said decades ago.

'We must forget the grudges of the past and move forward into the future!'

'We are comrades who are suffering under the mad emperor. The tyrant Jaylilith will kill humans and other races without distinction!'

'If you cannot forgive the other race, then think of them as great warriors with a common enemy!'

One of the speeches was quite a stunt.

The first time I fought a real elf, I thought I was going crazy.

I never imagined that there would be a magic inspector with that level of skill besides me.

Of course, the rebellion ended in failure.

Humans did not trust the alien race, the alien race was wary and ignored humans, and the noble families who were Justinian's patrons were wary of the possibility of a new noble being born.

Above all, Jaylilith, who had gained experience suppressing the rebellion of the great nobles, was insanely strong.

The World Tree was burned in my hands, the Mermaid King was caught in the fish market, the Dwarven underground palace was flooded, and Jaylilith dragged the Mermaid Royal Family around the palace in chains.

“… … They are of a different race.”

I muttered with a sigh.

It was a problem that had to be solved.

Because Jaylilith wasn't the emperor of humans only.

It will probably be quiet for a while, even with Doroisen and Langso.

It's the fu*king Amirs of the Southern Continent that are the problem.

A major ceremony will take place in a few years, but it seems likely that Mateos will start a holy war before then.

Anyone can see that they are preparing for war by continuing to strengthen the purification troops and increase the number of paladins.

The inter-racial issue can only be addressed later.

Let's forget about it for now.

Because that's not what's important right now.

* * *

“… … The Church has proposed a plan to attach the Purifying Relics to His Majesty’s magical streetlights to drive away the corrosive energy. Assuming that the Imperial Family will be in charge of both production and distribution, an initial investment of approximately 6,000 gold coins is expected.”

I reported what I had discussed with Mateos a while ago and the documents he had given me.

Jaylilith smiled with satisfaction, and immediately called the Minister of Finance and the magicians of the Imperial Magic Workshop to discuss production.

She said, tapping the desk.

“You often give me gifts I never expected.”

“You are too kind.”

“No. That’s true. My plan was originally focused on the administrative network and distribution network. The great lords would work together to drive out the encroaching forces, and the localized explosions of magic would be quickly closed by gathering core forces such as knights and paladins, and I would personally deal with any issues that were out of standard.”

“That is the right thing to do. I am sorry to say this, but Your Majesty is a person who values making good use of what he has. Not all problems can be solved through improvisation and innovation.”

Jaylilith was renowned as a powerful swordsman, and even the title of Emperor of the Empire could not fully explain her greatness, but she needed the authority of the Emperor more than the reputation of a powerful swordsman to do what she wanted.

“But it’s better to solve it through innovation.”

Jaylilith smiled languidly.

“Yes, my dear. Now we have one more means to pressure them. We should install them in densely populated areas first. This is a chance to protect the people who are being influenced without knowing it.”

Each eroder is a disaster to an individual, but to people like us, they are numbers.

Rural areas have low population densities, so erosion does not spread quickly.

Even if it was completely over, they would have just burned down the village and rebuilt it.

On the other hand, the city had a high population density, so erosion spread quickly, but it could not be burned down.

It was a very tiring and expensive job to keep an eye on 'ordinary, ordinary people', and it had to be done.

“I think it’s sorted out now.”

I said, bowing my head.

It was something that had to be done, but it wasn't something I had to do.

Because it is the Holy Emperor Jaerilis who should bestow the favor, not the scoundrel Emperor Valencianus.

Jaylilith nodded.

“Then go meet your lover.”

"yes?"

For a moment I doubted my ears.