How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 279

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Boys and girls from the aristocratic families of the court make their debutante appearance at the age of 16 at the first New Year's ball held at the Imperial Palace.

“Hello. I am Angel from the Feltria family. I am about to enroll in the Faculty of Magic at St. Sophia Academy.”

Before entering the academy and leaving the mansion, they reveal their future path to the adults, interact with peers of the same status in advance, and build a wall of people to protect each other.

'St. Sophia Academy, Faculty of Magic? That's great. My nephew is a student council member there now, so I'll tell him to take good care of him.'

'Are you also Saint Sophia? Let's be friends. I'm from the swordsmanship department. Let's go together when the mission is evaluated.'

'That guy is the top student in the St. Sophia Magical College this year, and he's been accepted into the Imperial Magic Workshop. Go say hello. If you're lucky, you might get a family tree for your assignments.'

A debutante was not simply a dance at a ball; it was a declaration that one existed in the world and that one was beginning one's social life as a member of the nobility.

If you are a court noble, you must graduate from the academy with excellent grades, prove your noble blood, and enter the ruling institutions such as judges, administrators, knights, magicians, and council, and serve the imperial family and bring glory to your family's name.

Belonging to a group that has been connected through blood and oath for a long time means fulfilling every single condition demanded by the group.

The debutante was a place where I swore in front of the adults and seniors who had gone before me that I would do the same in the future.

In other words, not having a debutante meant being an outsider and having to compete with people with numerous connections without any connections.

Having a debutante at 17 or 18 meant that all the rest of my life was put on hold.

Since even the aristocratic society would select someone who was at least one year younger than them if they had the same level of ability, someone who had been delayed from becoming a debutante needed the talent and effort to jump to the level of an academy graduate in order to get back on their feet.

So even today, lower-class nobles squander their fortunes on their children's debuts, hoping that their children will walk the proper path of nobility.

But there is a basement under the floor.

Rudy was born into a noble family in name only, and balls and debutantes were completely foreign to him.

'If I hadn't become a palace maid back then, I would have starved to death.'

The hall was as wide as an imperial palace, the floor was made of white marble, and the yellow chandelier gave it a soft glow.

I was secretly embarrassed by the fact that this was my first time standing in a place like this even though I was over twenty.

'If you hadn't come at all there wouldn't have been any problem, but you came anyway.'

Rudy sensed the gazes of her surroundings with the senses she had developed as a maid archer.

“That man is Count Consecratus.”

“As rumored, your eyes are truly beautiful.”

“It doesn’t seem to have any distinctive features from another race.”

“But I don’t think you should look at it as funny. Look at the way you walk.”

“… … If you keep bragging about your shallow bloodline, you’ll end up getting slapped in the face with a glove.”

The nobles, adorned with ornate fans and uniforms, sent sharp gazes.

Rudy held Valencianus' hand a little more firmly, while making light eye contact with them.

'That person is the Vice-Captain of the Platinum Knights. Does he think I seduced His Majesty? He doesn't look at me favorably.'

'He's a sitting Supreme Court Justice. I've heard that he enjoys reading romance novels, but I didn't know he would laugh at me so openly.'

'I've seen him before. He's the noble Badger who met Valen at the council! I think it would be best to greet him after greeting the Marquis.'

'This is also social life, no, work. No one comes here with a pure heart to play. Come to your senses!'

A bright smile appeared on her gentle face, her soft cheeks shook, and some of her once wary gazes softened.

'Isn't that the same as restraint? Well, that woman is also a veteran who was active during the fall of the capital.'

'Did I misunderstand? You don't seem like the type of person to engage in shallow temptation. I guess I should apologize.'

'But I still have to ask why you beat up all the maids of our family. You duelist.'

After fifteen steps that felt like a lifetime, Rudy stood before the Marquis of Marietta.

* * *

“I am Rudy Consecratus, Your Majesty. Thank you for inviting me.”

She had pale skin and a fierce appearance, and was a noblewoman of noble birth.

“Nice to meet you, Rudi. Everyone was curious about Rudi. Who would be chosen by the famous Grand Duke Valencian? I hope I can meet many people today.”

Although his voice was harsh, as befitting a nobleman, his smiling eyes were filled with kindness.

Valencian flirted lightly.

“I hope you don’t stir things up too much.”

Marietta covered her mouth with her fan and laughed.

“I will give you my life.”

Rudy felt a chill run down his spine.

A ballroom is not a place to work while dancing, but a place to dance for a little while whenever you feel like you're going to die from working too hard, but if you come in, you have to dance at least one song.

A sad and beautiful waltz flowed out, and Rudi and Valencian walked around the hall in time.

Rudy tried not to be too conscious of the bright yellow eyes.

'I told you, you're really handsome.'

Valencian was a cool, tough, and slightly sly handsome man.

When I raised my head, a dangerous atmosphere also surrounded me, and when I looked closely, my heart felt pleasantly tightened.

Rudy understood why protagonists in romance novels often mistake fear for love and love for fear.

'It's really similar.'

Looking at Valencianus gave me a similar feeling as aiming a musket.

'My heart is pounding.'

My heart beats fast, time slows down, I can't hear any outside noise, and with just a snap of my fingers…

“Rudy.”

"yes yes?"

“I’m going to fold my fingers.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

Rudy was terrified and relaxed his right hand that was interlocking with Valencianus's.

She was crushing Valencianus' finger with her magic ring.

The thin white gloves were not enough to cushion the pressure of the ring.

Valencian smiled softly and let go of her hand.

Every time her red lips moved, white fangs appeared.

“Now, Count Consecratus. Forget about this employer for now, and enjoy your time.”

Valencianus spoke as if declaring something and took a step back.

“Count Rudy!”

“Consecratus!”

“I will avenge my maids!”

The court nobles approached like hawks targeting rabbits.

'It's a beginning.'

But Rudy was a rabbit who hid a knife.

"nice to see you."

* * *

“Count Consecratus. Who gave you that gun? Could you please get me one?”

“Lady Rudy. May I ask if His Majesty the Archduke Valencian has heard anything about the plans for the expansion of the Soletaraon?”

“I want to build good relationships with people in the future. Shall we sing a song?”

“Judging by your gait, you’ve met Sicarius. I’m also from a military noble family, and if it weren’t for this situation, I would have asked you to spar with me.”

“How many magical tools did you bring with you?”

“If you are thinking about marriage or a lover, I can introduce you to some princes from good families… … .”

“Please pass this document on to His Majesty Valencianus. It is confidential.”

“Are you not interested in the Congress?”

“My friend recently became a maid to His Majesty Jaylilith. I would appreciate it if you could give her some words of encouragement.”

“No. So why did you kill all the maids and servants of our family?”

“You are truly beautiful!”

Questions, requests, favors, business cards, introductions, compliments, and arguments poured in.

"yes yes?"

Rudy became a fisherman thrown into the middle of a storm in a small boat, tossed about by waves of humanity.

'Yes. I am no longer a fallen noble who has not even had a debutante ceremony.'

But she took hold of the key, unfurled the sails, and began to catch the wind.

She was the first head of the Consecratus family.

“Gajurani,” Rudy began the conversation, mulling over the word that did not suit him at all.

“Dancing is always welcome.”

“Lady Jaylilith likes her maids to be unique and quiet. She enjoys high-quality coffee, so she uses light perfume.”

“What the heck! Training your servants! How can you go around gossiping about the royal family outside!”

“I got the magic gun from the ivory tower. I don’t know if I can say I got this… … Would you like to invest in a general workshop? They’re a bit more crude than mine, but I think I could get a few.”

“I still prefer work to dating. But if we can start with friends, I’ll contact you when I get my vacation.”

“The ring… … Did you notice it? Actually, my hobby is collecting magic tools. By any chance… … Ah. Yes. Thank you.”

“For His Majesty the Emperor! Light! May it illuminate His Majesty the Emperor’s future! Cheers! If you miss out, you will be punished!”

Because it is still winter, the sun sets early.

From sundown until midnight, Rudy chatted, danced, drank, and exchanged favors and compliments with the courtiers.

'It's hot.'

As her face grew hot and the corset began to feel too tight, a man took her hand politely and led her out of the hall.

“How was it?”

As the cold wind swept across his body, Rudy felt his head clearing up.

“Lord Valen.”

Standing next to her and supporting her was Valencian.

The arms, tightly packed inside the uniform sleeves, were strong.

"okay."

“You came.”

“I kept watching. I was afraid that some weird guys might get involved.”

Rudy said with a grin.

“Actually, I knew that.”

“I knew it. I need to feel better.”

“I think I succeeded.”

"success?"

“I’ve become friends with a nobleman and a nobleman of wealth who only deals with magical tools outside of the ivory tower. They are Count Isiah and Princess Marlina. I received an invitation, so I’ll go there next time. I heard there’s an auction or something, so I’ll check to see if they have any erosion magical tools then.”

A sharp red light flashed in the green eyes that had been excited and relaxed, then subsided.

Rudy said with a bashful smile.

“This is fun. I feel like I’ve become a great person.”

“Yeah. I thought you’d like it.”

Valencian nodded.

He had a clear expression like a boy his age.

Rudy asked, surprised not by the content but by the expression on his face.

“Really?”

“It’s fun to meet people who are similar to you. Neither Sereraji, Nuna, nor Tentia are ordinary people, and all our old connections have since fallen apart. I thought you might be a little lonely, too.”

“Hehehe. But I like Valen the best.”

A cold wind blew and tousled my hair.

"ah."

Valencian came over and said, straightening her hair.

The yellow eyes, the red lips, the confident smile were so close.

"thank you."

Rudy felt his heart tighten for a moment.

I felt like I had to take out my pistol and shoot somewhere right now.

The young Duke, whose white teeth were shining as he was bathed in moonlight, had both the innocence of a handsome boy she knew and the danger of a notorious scoundrel in one body.

He said with a bright smile.

“Congratulations on your debut, Rudy.”

* * *

I rode in a black chariot with Sir Tentia to the cathedral.

Rudy's debut was a success.

Now she is no longer just a duelist maid of honor, but a duelist of great influence in the court aristocracy.

I won't have to run around on my own when I need to move the nobles.

Did they increase the workload?

Did you give me confidence?

A little laughter came and went.

Now it's time to do something a little dirty.

“Mattheus.”

Still, the mechanical engineers follow Marcus more than me.

Since Sir Tentia is going to the East with me, I will also be separated from Sir Albertos, who I was close with.

If Marcus changes his mind and approaches Sereraji, there is no way to stop him.

So surveillance was necessary.

I needed a supervisor who had the authority to enter and exit the workshop, even if I tried to stop him.

“Please send some knights to the workshop.”

“No. What do you know about the church these days? Do you know how short of paladins there are these days due to the troops being dispatched everywhere? I thought the Archduke was being faithful these days, but in the end, he sees the church as a handmaiden of the imperial family.”

“… … .”

“While we’re on the subject, let me tell you a story about maids. In these difficult times for everyone, there are those who take unmarried maids as their concubines and indulge in lewd entertainment and extravagance-.”

He took out his wallet.

“Is this amount of atonement offering sufficient?”

"yes."