How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 31

How to live as a tyrant’s spoiled brat Episode 31

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bang!

The guy holding the sword lunged at me, and I was hit by him and thrown out of the conference room.

I rolled around on the hallway floor like an acorn, barely able to get up, and shouted while holding my aching temple.

“Damn… …Is there anyone there!”

It was late at night, most of the night shift personnel were staying near the Wyverns, the rain was still loud, and this place was built on a floor where employees rarely came.

In other words, there was no one there.

“There is no one to help you, so do not rebel and accept your fate. The two archduke’s will die, and the empire will burn.”

The bug knight approached with his joints creaking.

The body was so black that it seemed like only the white face was floating.

I said as I watched him wipe the spittle off his face.

“Fate? How funny. It would have been better if you had accepted your fate instead of rebelling.”

Beyond the border, countless ancient evil spirits and unseen monsters await their chance to reach out to this world.

As people, frustrated and hopeless, resent the world, tempt them to abandon the protection of light and call on their own unholy names.

“This is my destiny.”

He cut down the pitch-black archipelago.

Kaang-!

I raised my sword to block it, but was pushed back a few steps by its size and strength.

But I had no intention of backing down even to the tip of my tongue.

“The Lord of Light does not write such a fate. How can someone who cannot even be buried in a church cemetery talk about fate?”

I laughed at and criticized his choices.

This was meant to both provoke his anger and relieve my own.

Those fu*king eroders.

They are like flies that appear semi-naturally and spread quickly, but I never thought that they would gain enough power to find out about the secret meeting between the royal family and the marquis.

No, maybe I just grew up like crazy during the chaos of the past year.

“The world has abandoned me, so how can it be my fate to be buried in a church graveyard?”

“If the world had truly abandoned you, you would not have survived until you accepted this foreign substance.”

The guy made a tearful expression.

The fox legs protruding from the bastard’s body also trembled with anger.

He’s probably from one of the slums of the capital.

Because those who think they have nothing to lose hate the world.

“Prince-”

The moment he started shouting, I cut him off.

“Shut up, sinner! Surely you could have avoided such a mess.”

I think that such eroders are fundamentally different from ordinary criminals.

People steal when they are hungry, and kill when they are angry.

But is it so nonsensical to say that, just because you’re hungry and angry, you’re going to kill every single person in the world, or turn them into hosts for demons?

There are not people in this world that are incomprehensible, but people that do not need to be understood.

All those guys should be caught, thrown into a pit of fire, and burned.

Only then can countless ordinary people live decent lives.

“I will give you rest.”

Tamar, I rushed forward, sword raised.

* * *

The bug knight raised his archipelago threateningly, but to Valencianus, it seemed a very immature stance.

The beings beyond the border gave the man strength, but not technology.

He quickly charged forward and displayed his imperial swordsmanship.

Step 1. Open everything.

Kkadddddddddd-!

Compared to his peers, several times more mana surrounded and assisted each and every muscle fiber, and his muscles contracted and twisted strongly according to the principle of suffering.

At the moment when the contraction reached its peak, Valencian swung his sword as he passed by the bug knight.

Tsukaak-!

The long, sharp sword cut deeply into the bug knight’s side.

“Ugh!”

The guy lost his balance for a moment and staggered violently.

The archipelago hit the ground and a shower of rocks flew up.

Valencian did not miss the opportunity to seize the opportunity.

He knew full well that, unlike humans, eroders did not die from a single cut to the side.

Attacking from the back was a cowardly act in battles between nobles and knights, but the opponent was neither noble nor knight.

“I know where you come from!”

Evil, evil!

“You crawled out of cowardice, jealousy, and baseless delusions of persecution.”

Tsukaaaaak-!

“You dirty and ugly monster who loves nothing and seeks to destroy everything in this world!”

Phew, phew!

“In the name of His Majesty the Emperor, I command you to return to Hell!”

Valencian’s sword stabbed and cut through almost every weak point on the human body.

It severed the heel tendon, penetrated the back of the knee, crushed the spine three times, stabbed the shoulder, and cut deeply into the nape of the neck.

However, the opponent was a monster who sold his body and soul to the evil god.

Thud, thud!

The arm rotated strangely, then turned at an angle that no human could bend and struck Valencianus.

wickedness!

But Valencian accepted it as if he had foreseen it.

“Do you think I’ve only killed a monster like you once or twice?”

He tried to cut the bug knight’s wrists and stab his neck with his sword, but the weasel raised its head from the bug knight’s ribs and lunged.

He reflexively thrust his left arm forward.

But his wrists were not encased in sturdy gauntlets, but inside the thin sleeves of his summer uniform.

“What the hell!”

Valencian watched in real time as the venomous mouth of the fox drew closer.

At that moment, a white and red wind blew.

thud!

Tentia, who ran like a meteor, hit the bug knight with her shoulder.

The insect’s carapace, crushed by the steel pyramid-shaped shoulder blade, broke and spurted fluid.

The bug knight staggered as if he had been kicked and lost his balance, and Tentia swung her sword, which had a faint red glow.

Crunch!

The bug knight’s arm was cleanly cut off.

“Your Highness, are you alright?”

“What if you come here? What if Aquinas dies-”

“Thanks to the Marchioness’s heat magic, that area has been roughly taken care of. The Marquis can handle it alone.”

“A hot wire. Right. The best way to deal with a guy like that is to cut him into pieces.”

“I will cut it. Can you protect me with ‘forgetfulness’?”

Valencian, who was about to answer that he could of course do so, hesitated.

Because Tentia remembered who ordered her to stay by his side.

Even though he had lived diligently for 16 years, it was strange to anyone who saw that Parakho, who had put down his sword for the past year and had recently been frequenting casinos, was using the second level of the Imperial Swordsmanship.

But Tentia moved as if she had already heard the answer.

She remembered the bold and confident manner in which Valencian had walked through the cistern.

That must be his true self.

I wanted to give him a chance to show off his skills, to show me who he is, to tell his story and his plans.

‘It starts with swordsmanship.’

Using my body has always been the most honest thing.

Her sword was adorned with a red mana blade, glowing softly.

‘What the hell.’

Valencian prepared for the second stage of the Imperial Sword with a bloody heart.

Now, Tentia wasn’t wearing full body armor.

She had to become a Sword Master with intact limbs and mana circuits and take charge of the empire’s borders.

I couldn’t allow my body to be attacked by a bug whose poison I didn’t know was strong.

His sword cried faintly as he closed his eyes tightly and opened them again.

“I will kill them all, all, all, all, all. Ominous swirling one, crawling on a hundred thousand legs, one and many, hear the prayer of this lowly servant-.”

The bug knight prayed in a solemn voice.

Bam, bam, I got it!

Dozens of raccoons sprouted from between his back and the nape of his neck like long tentacles.

Valencianus said as he threw the flame he had lit on his palm at the bug knight.

“The only thing you said that was true was that you were lowly.”

“Shiiiiiiiik!”

The bug knight raised his giant sword, spurting out flames.

However, Tentia rushed in like a wolf aiming for the nape of the neck and cut the Bug Knight’s waist with the Mana Blade, a fluttering sword.

wickedness-!

The insect’s carapace, as hard as steel, was cut through with such ease.

The green fluid burst out with a bang!

And then, dozens of raccoons sprouted from the back and nape of the bug knight’s neck and rushed at Tentia as if they were going to tear her apart.

“Shiiiiiiiik!”

White venom dripped from its fangs.

At that moment, Valencian displayed the second stage of his imperial swordsmanship.

Never forget.

A sword that is not forgotten and a sword that is not missed.

Oh my, oh my!

A sword strike swung from the neural reflex unit knocked the head of a civet larger than the palm of one’s hand off.

Some circled downwards and some dug into the sides, but even in a half-conscious state, the ‘unfolding’ counterattack cut all the jaws targeting Tentia in half.

“Well done!”

Tentia laughed in joy and raised her sword.

Tsukaaaaak-!

Saaaaak!

Crunch!

Her sword swung again and again, and hundreds of foxes were soon cut in half.

“Thank you.”

Valencian, after expressing his gratitude, rummaged through the corpses of the foxes and took out a copper plate half the size of his palm.

It was a copper plate as thin as cheap paper.

“What is that?”

He showed Tentia several people drawn on a copper plate.

“It’s a drawing made on a thin piece of metal with a nail. It’s much cheaper and stronger than proper paper, so it’s popular among the slum dwellers.”

“Hmm.”

“What a fool. There was someone I could share this with, and in this world, there was someone I could share this with.”

“Your Majesty… …what do you think about the invaders?”

Valencian answered sharply.

“Things that don’t need to be talked about.”

“Isn’t it possible to communicate with others? It’s also possible to engage in psychological warfare.”

Tentia asked a question filled with pure curiosity.

Valencian shook his head as if to say that was not the case.

“What kind of conversation can you have with people who want to tear down your house to the core just because they don’t like the corners of it?”

He crumpled up the piece of copper and threw it back onto the pile of raccoon carcasses.

“Even though I am the landlord.”

It was a cruel attitude.

But for a moment, Tentia saw a glimmer of sympathy in his eyes.

* * *

“Afterwards, he called in priests and soldiers, burned the remains of the invader, and completely restored the identity of the former Archduke Aquinas.”

“What time did the Marquis leave?”

There was no emotion to be read in Jaylilith’s voice as she sat across from him in the reception room.

Valencian answered the question with great tension.

“We left Wyvernpit at 6:30 this morning.”

“Is that all there is to report?”

He briefly considered whether or not the courtier had told Jerilis about Aquinas’ illegitimate child.

“Actually, Prince Aquinas had an illegitimate child.”

He didn’t want to lie to Jaylilith, and he knew that it would come out eventually.

He did what was right in his conscience, while doing his best to avoid causing harm to his emperor.

Now that it was out of his hands, all that remained was to await a stern verdict.

“bastard?”

She seemed surprised, or maybe she was pretending to be surprised.

“I see, Marquis. Were you planning to play around with the succession?”

Jaylilith muttered in a thoughtful voice.

“So you’re saying that you let that illegitimate child live? The one with the right to succeed?”

A hint of murderous intent pierced through his voice like a small thorn.

Valencian shook his head.

“no.”

Jaylilith asked again.

“So you killed that illegitimate child?”

“no.”

“Then what did you do?”

“The illegitimate child was born this morning to Count Aquinas.”

The emperor laughed softly when he heard that.

“The child of Count Aquinas. Yes. The child of a count has no right to the throne. You used your brain well. But why didn’t you kill him? If you had, your health would have been much better.”

He did not deny it.

It was a deception to discuss the value of life with an emperor whose coronation was soaked in blood.

So he brought out the logic of pragmatism.

“I thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea to put the royal bloodline in the Marquis of Planitis.”

“Why?”

Valencian knew that the answer was important now.

He chose his words carefully.

“If that child loses control of himself and becomes a thief in the future, it will prove that Your Majesty’s great purge was right.”

The royal family had a high erosion rate.

After a brief silence, Jaylilith smiled contentedly.

Beneath the shadows cast by her platinum blonde hair, her yellow eyes curved softly, and her bright laughter echoed throughout the living room.

“As expected, you are my blood relative. It was a great decision. It was right to put you in that position and entrust you with this task. You did well.”

Then Valencian suddenly realized something.

If something like today had happened before the return, if the Marquis had plotted with the illegitimate child, if an unknown third force had targeted Aquinas, and if Jayrilli had sent someone to deal with the illegitimate child.

This time, the person sent by Jaylilith was none other than Valencianus himself.

“I’ll give you two weeks of vacation and one hundred gold coins. Get some rest wherever you want, but I won’t allow you to go to the casino.”

How nice it felt, there was even a hint of playfulness in the last sentence.

“Yes. Your kindness is greatly appreciated.”

‘That’s good. I should have gone to Matap with Rudy anyway.’

He bowed his head and stepped back.

‘The world is dangerous, so I should buy a magic gun.’