How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 323

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The Imperial Magic Workshop was good at making a lot of moderately good magic tools, and the Ivory Tower was good at making a few of the best magic tools.

The Imperial Magic Workshop was essentially a workshop, not a laboratory, and the Ivory Tower was essentially a laboratory.

So it wasn't that strange that the magician of the Imperial Magic Workshop would give research services to the Ivory Tower.

But if the specimen was a piece of the arm of an Archbishop-level eroder, it was a different story.

Inside a black carriage rolling smoothly.

I was questioning Sereraji as if I was going to eat him.

“No. Sister! Are you out of your mind? How could you get that out?”

It was an object so dangerous that even just knowing about its existence would cause the average person to become corroded.

Even though it was a Serenade, it was not something that could be handled carelessly.

But if there's one thing I forgot for a moment, it's that wizards are a race that never admits a mistake even in death.

Sereraji pulled at her hair and expressed her annoyance.

“I thought I would go crazy working alone.”

I said it with concern.

“If the church had known, they would have made a fuss about the corruption of the imperial family! Wouldn’t they have said something like that? Do you want to be excommunicated? Does this sound like nagging?”

“If you were going to be excommunicated, wouldn’t you have been excommunicated a long time ago? And do you think I’ll be excommunicated when you haven’t been excommunicated either?”

There was absolutely nothing to say about this.

“I was saved by Jaylilith-.”

Sereraji shrugged his shoulders as if he was full.

“Then what do you want me to do? I’m already busy restoring the spatial transfer magic tools, but Your Majesty keeps nagging me for information regarding the Archbishop of the Encroachers, and those damned prayer warriors act like they’ve entrusted the results of their research to me!”

But I was the kind of person who would never back down from someone like Bae Jae-ran.

“Prayer? You’re not talking about the Gwangmyeong Church, are you?”

“Then where else can you find prayer warriors besides the church?”

“Scare those prayer-mongers! If you don’t like their doctrine, think of them as a group of warlords who can produce an endless army of paladins, warrior priests, and faithful purifiers! Don’t you know that even Your Majesty’s approval ratings have increased because Mateos personally crowned him?”

Sereraji rolled her unusual eyes left and right in different directions, then blinked innocently.

I see, he seemed to be saying.

She muttered softly.

“Yes. You said you were going to pay some attention to the world. But please understand me. Do you know how many drafts of the space transfer magic tool I drew while you were gone? I really didn’t have time. But I couldn’t help it because I had to produce the results of my research on the Evader’s Arm so that no one would say they’d scrap it.”

It looked a little bit like dead grass.

I spread my arms and sighed.

“I’m the only son of a bitch again.”

At that moment, Sereraji's eyes lit up as if she had seized an opportunity.

“If you do that, wouldn’t that be considered insulting His Majesty the Emperor?”

We were twins.

“Ugh!”

To be honest, it was a pretty sharp attack, but I was getting tired of pretending not to get hit even though I was.

He immediately raised his voice and fought back.

“Even knowing that, didn’t you know that you shouldn’t let pieces of the Archbishop of the Erosion out?”

Sereraji bit her lower lip.

“Hmm.”

“Besides, didn’t you say that it was something you researched?”

“Of course. In fact, I was the one who drew up the draft and the direction. The result was exactly as I predicted.”

I spat out the words with the intention of ending this fight.

“That’s a scam?! You’re scamming His Majesty and His Holiness?!”

But Sereraji just smiled brightly without even blinking an eye.

“Hmm. Well, that’s an achievement, if you will. But don’t worry. There are many contracts in the ivory tower that sell research copyrights.”

“This is outside the ivory tower! Aaaah! We can’t win if we can’t communicate!”

In the end, I grabbed the nape of the neck first.

“……So, have you gotten any results?”

* * *

The splendid reception room of the ivory tower.

Two long sofas faced each other with a low table between them.

On one side sat Sereraji and I, and on the other side sat the two elders.

“I have found out who the Imperial Sect of the Evaders serves.”

Gestarte was Sererazie's teacher and a senior member of the Lightning School.

Today she wore a fancy dress and covered her face with a wide-brimmed hat with a net.

“It wasn’t easy, but fortunately, I was able to find similar patterns in old records.”

Crios was a professor who was close to Sereraji and a senior member of the School of Life, and he wore a dignified suit.

“Is that true?”

My voice was trembling.

Serena smiled victoriously next to me.

“Oh, little brother. What did I say?”

The reason why old things and foreign substances are dangerous is because they are fundamentally incomprehensible.

Even if a large number of battle magicians were mobilized and magic was poured on it for three days and nights, it would not die, but it would melt when it was exposed to rain. Even if the best knights tore it to pieces all night, it would survive, but it would harden the moment it saw the sun.

There are some aliens that mainly use mental waves, some that specialize in physical force, and some that are incredibly huge… …

That is, it was a very, very important question which eroder served which ancient thing.

Once you understand their compatibility, special skills, strengths and weaknesses, you can then devise a way to deal with them.

The moment we make the opponent a strong enemy rather than an unknown enemy, we have a surefire card.

“As a member of the royal family, I would like to express my deepest gratitude to the elders.”

I bowed deeply to Gestarte and Crius.

“I thought I saw something wrong.”

“Please arise, Your Majesty. I am in a hurry.”

The two elders took a deep breath.

Sereraji pressed the back of my head harder.

“If you study here, you’ll find the answer.”

It was a proud voice.

I shook off Sereraji's arm, pressing the inside of her elbow with my thumb.

“Ouch! It hurts.”

And pretending not to hear her screams, he asked the elders.

“Please tell me what ancient thing the Archbishop serves.”

Gestarte handed me a thick stack of documents.

“It is said to be an old thing that has come into this world many times.”

There was an illustration on the second page.

Thousands of red eyes, thin black tentacles, white bones and beaks, a cloak of black feathers, and huge rings that spread out like wings behind its back… … .

“One and the whole, the whole and one. This is the old unity they speak of. A monster of the boundary, not limited by time and space.”

She nodded.

“In the old days, the mind and body were not separated, but that guy had an unusually strong emphasis on unity. There was something more to it than just being famous.”

Cryos added.

“The body composition analysis results show that it is not a substance of this world. It may be a bit irreverent to say this, but you could say that it is similar to His Highness the Grand Duke’s ‘crystal.’”

"ah."

I thought to myself, Sereraji has even sold pieces of my body.

She averted her eyes, and Crius continued speaking with a bitter smile.

“I don’t know if you know, but even if you examine the body composition of a completely mutated eroder, most of it is made up of this world’s materials. Even if it has swelled up with the power of the old, it is ultimately a monster made of flesh and blood.”

“…….”

“However, there was almost no material of this world left in the Archbishop’s body. It would not be an exaggeration to call it the core of a demonic realm in human form. In fact, it was a part of the old one. You could call it the terminal.”

"then."

Cryos smiled coolly.

“Yes, Your Majesty. It means that through him, we can strike at the very body of the old thing.”

“!”

It was breathtaking.

“We are already researching resonance magic specialized for him. If we succeed… we will at least be able to wipe out all the eroders that served him, and deal a major blow to him as well.”

“Since it is a united being, it means that the main body can be reached through each individual.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

A happy smile naturally appeared on my face.

Sereraji looked at me and smiled brightly.

“Little brother. Do you now understand the power of my hometown?”

Slap.

I felt dizzy and slumped down on the sofa.

If the archbishop serves the old one, then it would be safe to assume that all the high-ranking officials of that great religious order serve the old one.

Imagine a robed archbishop, a bishop, a priest, and a bizarre knight all melting to death overnight.

Given the nature of the cult of the Erosioners as a sect of nepotism, it would collapse if a small number of high-ranking officials were eliminated.

An organization so fragmented would not be able to withstand the systematic persecution of the Empire and the Church of Light.

“Hahahaha.”

I couldn't help but laugh.

The direction of the fight that had been unclear was drawn.

While chasing high-level invaders and causing minor losses, we will conduct experiments behind the scenes to prepare for a major attack.

And on the day that magic is complete, we will be free from fear.

I brought up the subject cautiously.

“We need to send more sheep to Wyvernpit.”

“……Your Majesty. Do I understand correctly?”

Cryos looked expectant.

I gave him confidence.

“Yes. I would like to provide the reagents essential for the royal medicine.”

Gestarte nodded, Sereraji made a strange expression, and Crius looked at Sereraji.

It seemed a little embarrassing to be talking like this in front of his former disciple.

He must be one of the few people with common sense in the ivory tower.

There was no one in this place who did not understand this story.

The art of bionics is a magic that deals with living things, and the essential reagents are… … death row inmates.

Cryos cleared his throat and lowered his head.

“You should test your destruction spells by gradually increasing the target’s erosion concentration. I will gratefully accept it.”

“Please take good care of me, Elder. This is a spell that will determine the future of the empire.”

Some may ask me:

Even so, is it okay to conduct an experiment that corrodes people and then completely destroys them?

I would answer that question like this.

I live in a world of whether I can or cannot do something, not a world of whether I can or cannot do something.

Southern Continent, invasives, alien races, floods, droughts, wars, earthquakes… … .

My twin is the Empress of the Empire, which means that everything that happens in this country is her responsibility.

If I could just take one burden off my shoulders, I would do anything.

It's been like this for decades.

It's been like that for decades.

* * *

After writing some simple paperwork, we had some coffee and some sweet cookies.

The coffee that Gestarte gave me was really delicious.

It was a taste that the teenage celestials would treasure as an everlasting memory.

Gestarte said, tilting her glass elegantly.

It was only natural that Sereraji had learned from her, but they looked exactly alike.

“Magic has a lot in common with baking. It requires precise ingredients, precise measurements, precise procedures, and the results are beautiful.”

"okay."

“In the end, success or failure is determined by luck, and it is similar in that even if you conduct the same experiment under the same conditions, you will get different results.”

Crios laughed bitterly, and Sereraji almost spit out the coffee he was drinking.

“S, Master!”

As soon as I put in the sweet, my mood, which had been depressed while telling the bitter story, rose again.

Cryos told me various stories.

“A rat that came into contact with a piece of the Archbishop’s eroder’s arm mutated into a 134-headed, 3-meter-tall monster. The idea came to me while I was disassembling that rat.”

I knew very well that there was little correlation between individual achievements and teaching ability.

Looking at him talking with a sad smile, I thought he must be a very popular professor.

“In this study, four wizards have already been eroded. I have no choice but to go to the church…….”

At that time, a story came out that I absolutely could not laugh at.

“Elder. Just a moment.”

“Yes, Your Majesty?”

Every wizard lives with madness, and it is rare for it to be eroded overnight.

The wizard's erosion mostly takes the form of self-sacrifice.

Especially if he's an ivory tower wizard.

But if it's to the extent that four or more are eroded.

“Is it true that only four were eroded?”

It won't be just the four that have been eroded.

At that moment, the living room door opened wide.

“Master! It’s an emergency! Hide immediately……!”

Ivory hair and eyes with a red gradient.

It was Niar, the priest of Sereraji.

“Well, Your Highness the Grand Duke of Valencian? Ugh.”

She hesitated as she looked at me, then finally opened her mouth.

“Something like a magic mirror exploded on the 71st floor!”