How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 3

How to live as a tyrant’s spoiled brat, episode 3

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After I made my decision, I felt my mind become much clearer.

“I said I was going to meet with other royals today, right?”

Rudy nodded.

“Yes, Your Majesty. They are the people I always meet. I received a message from their maid on the way to bring breakfast earlier. She said to meet them as soon as the knights return.”

“Can you cancel it? No. You must cancel it.”

“Yes. It’s not difficult.”

Rudy made a face that said he had something to say.

“Your Majesty. If it’s not too much trouble, may I ask why? You are people who often meet and talk about governance.”

“It’s nothing special. I just wanted to try living a little differently.”

I looked at the books that filled the bookshelf.

To anyone who looked at it, it seemed like a royal family member with great ambitions was trying to learn the art of ruling.

I looked at the sword placed on one shelf.

The ebony handle gleamed with the touch.

Anyone who saw it could tell that it was the sword of a swordsman who had trained hard and harbored ambitions.

Seventeen I realized again how young I was.

What were you thinking when you lived so uprightly?

As if asking for some support.

Even if I were the emperor, I would certainly have doubted his intentions.

“Rudy.”

“yes.”

“Call someone and sell all these books. You can donate them to the palace library, or let other maids take them.”

“Yes? You cherished it so much. You said that people make books, and books make people.”

“Enough is enough. What kind of person is a piece of paper?”

“majesty!”

“Sell all your books and bring me some alcohol.”

Rudy hesitated.

“Wine is only rationed. If it runs out, it’ll be obvious.”

“Even if it’s for cooking, bring it. Use the money from selling books to buy alcohol. If you’re going to do it, then something strong.”

“Why are you suddenly like that? You’re looking for alcohol, which you don’t usually drink.”

Rudy shuddered.

sorry.

Are you feeling very embarrassed today?

Actually, I also find this situation funny.

Just a few hours ago I swore I would never be a loser again, and now on my first day back I’m doing something like that again.

“Are you going to bring me some alcohol or not? If you don’t bring it, I’ll jump.”

“I’ll bring it to you. I’ll bring it to you! Just wait a moment.”

But there was nothing I could explain now.

It was embarrassing to show her this side of myself, and it was painful not being able to apologize.

I was just feeling sorry for myself.

I looked at Rudy’s back as he ran away, his voice dripping with laughter.

Rudy came back around lunchtime.

He was holding two bottles of wine and one bottle of cognac.

“I already told the person who brings things to the Red Moon Palace about the book. I also told the other maids, so they should all be gone within a few days.”

“thank you.”

“The other royals were very surprised. Some even came to see me… What should we do?”

“How do I do what?”

Drawing on my old experience, I was able to skillfully pull out a wine cork with my bare hands.

He continued, pouring the fragrant, dark purple liquid into a wide glass until it overflowed.

“Don’t open the door. If you try to break it in, call me.”

“yes yes.”

Rudy stuttered, looking quite embarrassed.

“Rudy.”

“yes?”

I said with my mouth, “I’m sorry.”

Suddenly, a convulsion ran across Rudy’s face.

I looked at that expression and took a sip of wine.

As expected, it was for cooking, so it only had a good scent but no taste.

I drank two bottles of wine and one bottle of cognac in one go.

The intoxication that had risen sharply spread through my head like fog.

I made the room a bit messy and lay down on the bed.

At that moment, a knock on the door was heard.

* * *

“Duke Valen! Duke Valen! What is this?”

It’s here.

Rudy winked at me.

It seemed like he was asking, “What should I do?”

“Don’t open it.”

Rudy nodded.

“Duke Valen! Open the door!”

The large, thick wooden door shook as if it were going to break.

“It’s not like it’s not inside, right?”

“Have you been ordered to commit suicide?”

“Suicide! What do you mean?”

“No. It is possible. As long as Duke Valen lives, he is a royal who can forever jeopardize Jerilis’ claim to the throne.”

“I see. No matter what, he is definitely her brother.”

“Then shouldn’t we go in quickly? Maid! Maid! Open the door! Quickly!”

I spoke softly, listening to the voice.

“Open it now.”

Rudy scurried like a squirrel and opened the door.

“I am sorry. His Majesty the King is not in a position to receive guests at this time.”

“Get out of the way! I need to make sure you’re okay.”

“How dare a maid stand in my way!”

A man as big as a bear entered the room.

The room seemed full.

It didn’t take long for him to frown as he looked at me with a happy expression.

“alcohol?”

The skinny man who followed in muttered.

“What’s going on?”

I spoke in a tongue-twisting voice.

The royal family members who had gathered all had the same look on their faces as if they had been hit.

The room was a mess, as if two sword masters had been fighting.

The room was dark even though it was daytime, with the curtains drawn and the candles turned off.

There were shards of broken glass on the floor.

The spilled alcohol soaked the carpet, giving off an alcoholic smell.

The books that had been neatly arranged in the bookshelf were now rolling around haphazardly on the floor.

The dresser was open and the secret drawer was uncovered.

Fragments of the burned letter flew out of the fireplace.

I, the owner of the room, was lying on the bed, smelling of alcohol.

“You. What is going on?”

“How can someone who is so neat and tidy show such a disgrace?”

The royal family rushed in and tried to raise me up.

I fell to the carpeted floor, staggering like a corpse rising from the grave.

The white shirt, which had been heavily stained with alcohol, was now closer to purple.

“I heard you published all the books.”

“Why is the drawer open? Could it be that her knights have come and gone?”

I prepared a sentence that would get on their nerves.

“Her. Watch your words. It’s His Majesty the Emperor!”

They clicked their tongues at what I said with my eyes wide open.

“You’re really drunk.”

“Tell me what happened so I can help you.”

A man of royal blood took me aside and said.

I answered, shaking off the hand.

“I have made up my mind. And I propose to you. Throw it all away. It won’t work anyway. Now admit it. The Emperor of the Empire is Jaerilis.”

Their faces hardened.

“I guess I’m talking drunk.”

“No. It’s even more unacceptable to say that because you said it while drunk.”

A man as big as a bear grabbed me by the collar and lifted me up.

“Watch your words, Valencian. My brother was killed by her.”

I gave him a cold look.

“That’s because your brother invited her over and made her drink poison.”

The royal family pretended not to hear what I said.

“This guy was really useless.”

“Are you serious, Valencian?”

“Think about it carefully. You and I are in the same situation. We were dragged to this red moon palace and locked in cramped rooms.”

“I’m being held like this, and I might die at any moment without anyone knowing!”

“What difference do you think it will make if you flatter him like that? Do you think that serial killer will give you one more thing?”

Then a royal woman said:

“I can pack one more thing for you.”

Everyone’s eyes were on her.

“She and I are half-siblings. But Valencianus and she are biological siblings. They are twins born on the same day and at the same time.”

There was silence for a moment.

The skinny man opened his mouth cautiously.

“I ask you, my brother Valencian. Did the knights come to you? Did they see our letter? Did you tell them about us?”

I saw his hand run down to the dagger hidden behind his waist.

I shook my head.

“There were no knights. It was all my choice.”

“How can we believe that?”

“Didn’t you just call me brother? You are my brother too.”

“But you are her biological sibling.”

The royal men and women narrowed their eyes.

“betrayer.”

Someone spoke first.

“You are a traitor!”

“betrayer!”

Yeah, that’s what they were like.

I smiled faintly and recalled the past 40 years ago.

They dreamed of escape and rebellion, but they did not trust their comrades.

Those who are only thinking about ascending to the throne or taking a seat in the chaos caused by the collapse of the succession order.

The reason the rebellion in my previous life was ruined before it even started was because of internal strife and betrayal.

I leaned back on the bed and sighed.

My whole body felt hot from the intoxication that was rising.

“I thought you were a man of integrity.”

A man as big as a bear picked me up again.

“To believe in blood ties and abandon your comrades alone.”

“You’re sitting there talking like a comrade.”

I gave a cold rebuke.

“Did you ever trust me from the start, you traitors?”

“What did you just say?”

“As expected, he is a traitor.”

“Cut off his tongue and hands! We have to stop him from pushing.”

“It’s too late. Kill him!”

My room was filled with mad screams.

Rudy gave him a frightened look.

I smiled at those green eyes.

Don’t worry, I knew this would happen from the beginning.

All the royal family members are like this.

Tough, but greedy and suspicious.

Me too.

I picked up the empty wine bottle lying next to me.

“It’s no use saying with my own mouth, ‘I’m a loser.’”

He muttered softly inside his mouth.

“huh?”

“What did you just say?”

“We need to make people say, ‘He’s a loser.’”

They must have been really angry.

Obviously, she’ll go back to her room and complain to her maid.

They go around the palace like red blood cells, spreading rumors.

I hope my bad rumors spread quickly.

“Get out of my room, you filthy bunch of traitors!”

I hit the big royal man’s head hard with the wine bottle.

It was an action he had done a thousand times against innocent people during his days as a scoundrel before his return.

The glass bottle slammed right into the crown of his head. With a thud, the large man fell to the floor.

“This is crazy!”

“Okay, grab it!”

I laughed hysterically and picked up the second bottle of wine and swung it around.

“If you’re going to attack, then attack!”

These are guys who have never killed a single person with their own hands.

Do you think I, who went to the battlefield, would lose?

I went on a rampage, hitting their temples with a wine bottle and hitting the back of their hands with the fork I was using to eat meat.

“Run away!”

“That crazy crazy baby.”

The royal family ran out into the hallway.

“Valentine, what should we do with these people?”

The big man was knocked over by my bottle of wine.

A member of the royal family slipped on spilled alcohol on the floor and fainted.

Besides, several other royals were hit by my wine bottle and fell down, or even rolled around on the floor, entangled in it.

“Ugh… … !”

“… … head.”

I opened the curtains and opened the window wide.

“Let’s throw it away.”

Are you going to die?

“What if I die after doing that?”

I answered with a grin.

“Anyway, we’ll all be dragged out in a month. Whether we die today or then.”

* * *

“Keep a close eye on him. You never know when he might snitch on you.”

“As expected, they fight over their own flesh and blood.”

“That guy will soon be falsely accused and killed. How could she possibly let someone who was ahead of her in the line of succession live?”

“What a crazy guy. He stabs people in the back of their hands with a fork and throws them out the window.”

“My arm is broken.”

For several days, the royal family members were chattering outside my room.

The purpose was to monitor me while also monitoring each other.

They, not trusting each other, gathered like ants in front of a sugar cookie.

“What’s wrong?”

The knights and soldiers who were watching us from outside the palace walls came to my room.

After a few more days, the knights began patrolling the area in front of my room regularly.

Thanks to this, I didn’t have to worry about someone opening the door and coming in while I was sleeping and sticking a dagger into my neck.

“Can you carry some books for me?”

“Yes. What’s the matter?”

“You’re right. What good would it do for me to study? I’ll just live off the royal pension for the rest of my life.”

“Good idea.”

“Yes. You have a home, food, and money, so why would you have ambition that would kill you?”

The knight smiled with satisfaction.

It was an expression like one burden had been lifted.

“still.”

“still?”

“How about limiting your drinking?”

“Shut up before I break your head with a wine bottle! No one can talk to me like that.”

“The chef of the Red Moon Palace said that the cooking liquor has disappeared.”

That guy.

I walked across the knight’s legs on the stairs.

“evil!”

“It was a mistake. I’m sorry.”

The knight was seen gritting his teeth.

I felt bad for him, having to endure such atrocities because he was in charge of the wrong people.

But I couldn’t help but hope that he would see me as trash even more.

Because then I will be harmless to her.