How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 305

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Valencian's left hand cracked open like broken pottery, and a small red crystal emerged from between the cracks.

Woohoo!

A red heat gathered in the palm of my hand, blazing as if it would explode at any moment.

Tenye raised both his fists as if he was going to bury Valencianus in the ground.

“Let’s go together!”

It seemed as if even a light strike would be enough to turn the boy's body into a piece of meat.

Phew!

The moment the green mana blade and blazing fist landed on the archduke's crown.

Jieeeeing-!

A ray of heat emanated from Valencian's left palm.

He hugged Tenye tightly, lifting her chin with the palm of his right hand, and placed his left hand in front of Tenye's heart.

Hwaak-!

There was a tremendous amount of heat between the two bodies that had been mutated by the power of the Old One.

A sun-like flame burst out between Valencianus' palm and Tenye's body.

Tenye's body was strong enough to resist even the slightest flame, but it could not outlast Valencianus, who was no different from the flame itself.

Whack, slap!

Valencianus' palms became infinitely hot, and thick cracks ran down Tenye's body.

Under the sky that had become as dark as night as dark clouds gathered, a single ray of heat shot up into the sky.

Jieeeeing-!

“Coolook!”

The giant from the plains looked down at his chest, spitting out blood.

"ah."

Valencian also dropped his right arm and exhaled heavily.

The fragments of Az resonated madly within his left arm, howling.

“Phew.”

As a result, a fist-sized hole was created in Tenye's chest.

Boom, boom!

A green, pulsating heart was clearly visible.

The mana blades that had been running through the light warrior's entire body quickly scattered, and even the weight class that rivaled that of a giant shrank like a dried tangerine.

Cheeeeeee!

The steamy heat emitted by the mechanic rose thickly behind him.

But the light in the light warrior's eyes did not go out.

“Ugh.”

Tenye pressed down with his left hand, and Valencian raised his right hand to block it.

Before the dragon's scales could be wrapped around him, a squeaking sound was heard, and the boy's grand duke's grip was completely crushed.

“The world is XX!”

Valencianus poured out the six-letter words and set Tenye's heart ablaze.

It was a purifying flame that burned heterogeneous powers and absorbed them.

A bright red flame flickered above the green heart.

"no!"

Tenye swung his left hand again, spitting out blood.

bang!

Valencian flew like a kicked stone and crashed into the wall.

Stones from the wall crashed down, hitting heads and chests, blood flowed and soaked white hair, and the madman ran toward them, shaking the ground.

But Valencian opened his yellow eyes wide and fanned the flames even further.

'Catch me here.'

He didn't even think about getting up or escaping, he just focused on the flames.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

A fire burst out from Tenye's heart.

The heat burned his entire body, the great warrior's grip came closer and closer to the archduke's head, and his green heart gradually turned red.

At last, Tenye's vicious grasp reached right in front of Valencianus.

Under the overcast sky, the white-haired royal family and the noble savage buried in the stones made a splendid contrast.

That moment.

“I won, you monster.”

Valencian smiled faintly.

Tenye's green heart was completely glowing red.

It meant that the old power that had been embedded in the body of the light warrior had completely burned away and become colored with his color.

Before he knew it, Tenye's size had shrunk to the point where it was not much different from that of an average person.

The Duke of Mangnani stretched out his left hand and grabbed Tenye's heart.

The old energy that the light warrior had been holding was absorbed into his body.

His blue veins were filled with the energy of life, and a liveliness that seemed to have been blessed by a saint ran through his veins, and he smiled brightly.

'also.'

I felt the fragments of Az inside my body becoming quiet.

It was like pouring a glass of cold water into boiling water.

The more human-friendly powers of the Old Ones have neutralized the strange, alien forces from dragons, spirits, aliens, and beings from other stars.

At that moment, a strange vision flashed before his eyes.

* * *

I was standing in a meadow out of nowhere.

A hawk was flying in the blue sky, and around me stood men and women in exotic attire, and among them I was riding a horse and laughing.

The scenery changed as if I was dreaming.

Two tribes fought a war and our tribe's tents were burned.

Although I took revenge, the officials of the Eastern Kingdom accused my tribe of pillaging.

We were given an exile order, and I came to Pirate Island.

There, he committed piracy when he shouldn't, loved people when he shouldn't, and stopped monsters when he shouldn't.

For a moment it got dark around me, and I returned to being the Archduke Valencian.

A low, dignified voice was heard from the darkness.

“I did my best for the tribe.”

“But your best efforts don’t always lead to the best results.”

“Was it wrong to compromise with fate?”

“Or was it a mistake not to compromise sooner?”

Saaaaah-.

"ah."

A green wind blew, and I was standing under the wall again.

It was the moment when Sir Tentia had just successfully climbed up the wall.

“Long live Lord Tentia!”

“Blow the trumpet! The triple wall has been captured.”

“Raise the flag of House Asenorta!”

“I must tell the knights to support the Duke, no, His Majesty the King! Send a messenger!”

The eastern soldiers slaughtered the remnants of the pirates, shouting "Hurrah!"

I shook my head to shake off the feeling of waking up from a dream and looked at Tenye.

"ah."

He had turned completely gray, as if he had died decades ago.

I hesitated for a moment and muttered.

“I will ask the Northern Grand Duke Severic if he would accept a group of immigrants from the Eastern Continent.”

Even if only one or two warriors like that serve, they will easily be able to receive several honors.

“You could have fought for the Empire. What a waste of your talent. If only you had crossed the sea one more time… you could have served Cariosa.”

To prevent something like this from happening again, we must eradicate this group of pirates.

I climbed over the wall, stepping on the remains of the collapsed wall.

Sir Tentia came out from among the eastern soldiers and followed me.

“I apologize, Your Majesty.”

She lowered her head, her voice slightly hoarse.

I shook my head firmly.

“I know what you’re going to say. But thanks to you, the soldiers were able to get over the wall. It must have been really frustrating to have to deal with those warriors and pirates shooting crossbows from the wall at the same time. You helped me out a lot.”

The eastern soldiers were busy raising their flags on the top of the walls, so I was able to take Sir Tentia and look around behind them.

Behind the harbor were a dock and a triple wall, and behind that was a fairly bustling city.

Construction was underway on the street, as if they were planning to pave it with stone flags.

To the right, a road seemed to lead to another village, and the ruts of carriage wheels were clear.

To the left of the city, a large rocky mountain rose, and there was a rock fortress there, the construction of which I had no idea.

At first glance, I thought it was made of piled stones, but upon closer inspection, it seemed to have been dug into the mountain.

"world."

It seemed virtually impossible to conquer it without attacking it by pouring out magic and completely destroying it.

As I was thinking about whether it would break if I heated it with fire and cooled it with water, I sensed a noise in the alleys of the city.

Lord Tentia raised his voice and I nodded.

“Who are you!”

She ran into the alley, and within three seconds a man was dragged out.

Sir Tentia made the bastard kneel before me, and he rubbed both his hands against mine.

“Please, just let me live!”

He was one-eyed, from the Eastern Continent, wore a red hat that reminded him of Tarti for some reason, and carried a long sword.

Judging by the momentum he felt, he seemed like a pretty good swordsman.

I asked, feeling as if I might be wrong.

“Do you know Tarti?”

At that moment, a thousand emotions flashed through the man's eyes.

It seemed like he was racking his brain trying to figure out what to say to survive between 'I don't know that son of a bitch' and 'Yes! He's my master!'

“Yes! My lord!”

The bastard shut his eyes tightly and shouted.

That's correct, kid.

I said with a snicker.

I never thought we would have a chance to meet each other like this.

“There’s a village where only you kids live together?”

“Yes, Nari! I have it.”

“Go and tell them. Don’t even think about running away, and wait. Then tell them that the Grand Duke of Valencian will spare your life. He’ll give you land.”

“Yes, yes?”

He asked back with a dreamy expression.

“There are warships all over the sea right now. No matter where you run, you’ll die. Don’t talk nonsense, open the door and wait. Got it?”

The bastard blinked his one remaining eye once or twice, nodded, and bowed deeply in front of me.

“Thank you, Nari.”

And then I ran like crazy along the right road.

Sir Tentia turned her head towards me.

I spoke as if making excuses without realizing it.

“The fleet won’t move forward if Tarti is left alone.”

“Your Majesty, I didn’t say anything.”

“…….”

* * *

Swish!

The rain started to fall in earnest.

Blood flowed down the triple-layered wall.

And Cariosa finally came up, grinding down all the enemies head-on.

All the pirates within the triple walls were killed.

“Archduke Valencian!”

Her aquamarine hair was wet with red, and she smiled brightly as if to prove that it wasn't her blood.

Sharp white teeth gleamed between her nicely curled lips.

With each step he took, the pieces of his iron armor clashed with a cheerful clanking sound, and raindrops slid across his crocodile leather coat.

“Duke Cariosa, I’m sorry. I should have destroyed more of the walls.”

I laid the groundwork so that people wouldn't say things like, 'There were casualties because of the poor performance of Archduke Valencian.'

“No. It’s okay. I heard from Lorelai that her condition isn’t very good, so I can’t force her. Originally, I was going to destroy the cannon by shooting it from the battleship or use magic myself, but thanks to that, it ended cleanly.”

Cariosa gladly accepted.

He seemed to be in a rather good mood.

“Have all the people who were supposed to gather gathered?”

Cariosa looked around and nodded.

The Eastern Knights had just gathered after slaughtering the pirates scattered here and there on the Wing Islands of the Anchor Archipelago, and the Battle Mages were escorted by the Shield Troopers.

She looked at the fortress, her lips licking her lips.

“Okay. Now the real meal begins. Up until now, it was just an appetizer.”

He looked like an excited gourmet, ready to crack open a lobster shell and devour its flesh.

She glanced towards the city and muttered, “Hmm.”

“Perhaps one or two ships might be able to break through my encirclement and escape.”

“That’s right. A perfect encirclement is impossible.”

“Then wouldn’t it be better to just surround the fortress and burn down the villages, cities, and towns here and there on the island?”

I was astonished and tongue-tied at that brilliant strategic judgment.

“I think it’s a very good decision. But…….”

"but?"

“Can you wait? What if they all commit suicide? Or what if they surrender without a fight, exhausted by the siege? Shouldn’t we breach the fortress while they still have hope and will to fight, drag them out like dogs, tie them up in chains, and throw them into the sea? Shouldn’t we mock the self-proclaimed Pirate King who begs for his life?”

And I tried with all my might to save just one more day.

Even if I returned, Cariosa would know the situation in the East better.

Most of the people on this island, or at least those fleeing from this city, are probably pirates and their families.

On the subject of giving pirates a reason to pirate, it may seem disgusting that we pretended that we had never killed anyone.

I, too, resent people who cause accidents with good intentions more than with malicious ones.

But if there were people who truly wanted to start a new life, and if the island was lucky enough to have enough farmland to accommodate the eastern serfs, they should have been allowed to live there.

Fortunately, Cariosa nodded.

“Yes. The Grand Duke is right. As expected of a royal family member, you have learned well. We can’t wait for that. They say that crab dishes should be eaten while they are warm.”

… … What did you learn well?

But I didn't say anything useless like drawing a foot on a snake.

Instead, he took the lead and walked towards the fortress.

“How do you get through that?”

The rock mountain fortress looked even more solid up close.

The stairwell was narrow, completely blocked off, and seemed very sturdy, with brick reinforcements here and there.

Cariosa began to plan out a schedule for the battle mages to cast spells in four shifts per day.

Then I remembered my captive.

“That guy from earlier. You haven’t killed him yet, right?”

Sir Tentia looked back.

An eastern soldier was supporting Arinth, who was wearing a robe over his head.

Arinth was squirming as if she had come to her senses.

I gave him a few gold coins as a reward for his trouble, then took Arinth and led her in front of Cariosa.

She raised her eyebrows.

“Valencian. I have no prisoners-.”

“He’s an admiral. There’s a chance he knows about secret passages.”

I deliberately didn't mention anything about elves.

There was no time to explain it until then.

Fortunately, Cariosa was somewhat receptive, and Arinth's desire to live seemed stronger than her loyalty to the old king.

I hit Arin's chin, and he spat out as if he had been waiting.

“Yes. There is a secret passage. I know it!”

* * *

“You want me to come in here?”

“Valencian. No matter how I think about it, it seems like he deserves to die a painful death.”