How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 328

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People love stories about a runaway prince who gathers his allies, overcomes perilous adventures, avenges his father, and reclaims the throne.

Therefore, the royal family members who fled to avoid Jaylilith received sympathy and favor from the common people and the lords, big and small.

It's not that I didn't have my own intentions.

The great lords all thought the same thing.

'I should take these royals with me and offer to act as regent when the imperial power weakens.'

But it was true that he had protected them anyway.

It was also true that the people were friendly to the fugitive royal family.

“I understand that you are wary of your siblings since you are so low in the line of succession, but…….”

“Even so, there’s no need to kill them all like this.”

“Wasn’t it enough to confine him to a monastery?”

“And yet, you saved my twin brother’s life in the end. Even though he committed all sorts of heinous crimes.”

“Tsk tsk. How did that precious person end up here? I can’t help you much, but please take it.”

“Please survive, Your Majesty.”

Of course, there was a good reason for the purge of Jaylilith.

The royal family is the pinnacle of bloodlines, and as it is a mixture of blood from various races, it is easily eroded.

If that blood spreads in all directions, many powerful invaders will be born.

At worst, there may be an emperor or royal family that is sympathetic to the old faith or is an eroder in itself.

So we have to kill them all.

However, as the imperial bureaucrats and nobles analyzed, the ignorant serfs were unable to understand this complex logic.

Moreover, if it became known that the imperial family was as vulnerable as it was powerful, its sacredness and dignity would be diminished, and the loyalty of the subjects would decrease.

Then the great nobles from all sides will raise their armies and shout, 'We cannot follow such a person!'

The very knowledge of erosion creates anxiety among the people, and that anxiety creates a desire to rely, and that desire calls forth the old.

thus.

Jaylilith didn't bother explaining.

“Kill them all. No, I will kill them all.”

God's commands must be followed even if they are not understood.

She was a divine emperor, a demigod recognized by all who saw her and encountered her aura, regardless of status, and a warrior of the highest rank in the lineage of Soletaras, a lineage full of powerful men who left their mark on history.

But even so powerful as Jaylilith was, he couldn't control the hearts of the people.

“It’s been a while, Your Majesty.”

“You don’t have to call me that anymore. I’m just… a wandering adventurer. I’m also a coward who can’t do anything while the monster that killed my father sits on the throne. Justinian is enough.”

“Ah, poor thing.”

The night of the royal family's great escape.

Justinian fled out of the capital.

Contrary to Valencian's expectations, he was welcomed in many territories.

“This theory was created during the early expansion period of the nation’s founding. If a monarch fails to fulfill his duty to protect his subjects, the empire should conquer their land and protect their subjects instead. It was a time when very aggressive ideologies, various evil forces, and cults were shaking the world, so it ended up having a positive effect.”

The boy prince was a man of great learning.

“Don’t you miss your days as a prince? Haha. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss those days. But what I miss is not being treated like a prince, but my older brothers and sisters who were kind to me. Now that you’re here with me, Selene, I can smile a little.”

It was romantic.

“Your mother is withering away? I’m sorry I can’t do anything for you. Oh. I know a magician who knows her well. If you tell me the symptoms, I’ll ask him to find a cure.”

It was affectionate.

Justinian was a man who was popular with many young ladies.

He was tall and lean, with a sad smile and sparkling golden eyes.

His hair, which had grown long due to his life on the run, was neatly tied back, his skin was white and clean, and he always wore a neat shirt and vest.

“If you don’t mind, you can stay at our castle for a few days.”

“My father invited me-.”

“Us too-.”

Although he might have been resented by the Confuciuss for stealing his attention, he was respected by them as well.

"under!"

visor!

“I lost.”

“Why do you think you lost?”

“That’s right. Because I dropped my sword.”

“No. I lost because I thought I couldn’t win. If it were me, I would have thrown my sword towards you and attacked you with martial arts. If your mind is broken, even your trained body is just a burden.”

"iced coffee."

“I am impressed, Your Majesty Justinian.”

“You don’t have to call me Your Majesty, Benlon. Just Youth is enough. We’re friends.”

He was a man of character, skilled in swordsmanship, and never insulted the defeated or complained about his lot in life.

He thus delved deeply into local social circles.

“Selene. What’s going on tonight?”

“My mother is coughing up blood. I, I don’t know what to do now.”

So much so that the local nobles confided their grievances to him.

“My father hurt his knee in the last battle, and it seems like his wound is quite deep. The Baron’s movements next door are unusual, and I’m worried.”

“Benron. Actually, I know a wizard. He’s the one who helped me escape from the palace. Would you like to meet him?”

And the moment I hold that hand.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Please, Your Majesty.”

“No. I’m just paying you back for helping me.”

Erosion has begun.

* * *

Because it knows no satisfaction, when the king indulges in it, the country falls into ruin.

“I need strength.”

“I will do anything to save my wife. Just let her live!”

The dire desperation blinded even the wise nobles who had ruled the land for a long time.

'No way. No way. Yes. He is an apostle sent by the God of Light to save me and my wife.'

A person who is hopeful sees only what he wants to see and hears only what he wants to hear.

“Your Majesty! That wizard is causing a stir in the southwestern settlement.”

Although loyal vassals spoke out.

“Honey, I feel better after taking the medicine today. I embroidered for the first time in a while. Thank you.”

The smile of the woman he loved turned the man's straightforward words into the devil's whispers.

“How dare you insult my benefactor! Do not come out of this castle until I call you again!”

"dismissal!"

As the blind lord cut off the limbs, the erosion sect grew in power in an instant.

“Justinus. Is this the town today?”

“Yes. Since there is no one I would like to take with me, you may sacrifice them all or mutate them. Of course, you may enjoy the meal as well.”

“Thank you.”

It started in a remote pioneer village, a small town.

Priests wearing black hoods and knights in chitinous carapace entered the town.

“Run away!”

“Ahhhhh!”

“The bandits are here!”

They burned houses, dragged people out, and looted.

And he tortured people horribly, gaining strength from their screams, their pain, and their hatred.

“Kill me. Please.”

Those who could no longer endure and wished for death were swallowed up.

Both the body and soul were chewed and swallowed.

“I will kill them all! I will take revenge!”

Those who desperately desire power are also easily eroded.

Revenge, wealth, love, strength, peace.

Because it is all 'hoped for' and the wish itself calls for the old.

Kaaaaaaah-!

Those people were gathered together and a mental wave was sent out.

“Ahh. Now the truth!”

“Gagagagak!”

The lucky ones were reborn as believers on the spot, while the unlucky ones were transformed into irrational monsters.

Either way, it wasn't bad for them.

Knock, knock.

Justinian looked down upon the burning town, accompanied by a large bishop wearing a black hood.

His face was frozen with infinite coldness.

“Ugh, ugh.”

I heard heavy breathing behind me.

He changed his facial expression as if he was kneading clay, then slowly turned around with a sad smile.

“Selene?”

Baroness Youngae Selene.

The face of the girl I dreamed of was distorted by nightmares.

Her hair was blown by the wind and obscured her face.

“Your Majesty, Your Majesty! What on earth is going on now?”

She asked, half-sobbing.

Justinian shook his head.

“Didn’t you say that you don’t need to call me that anymore? ‘Youth’ is enough.”

It was a warm but cold voice.

Selene asked, her whole body trembling.

The boy in front of her was not the Justinian she knew.

“Youth. Isn’t this for our mother? It can’t be.”

He answered, still smiling sadly.

“You don’t trust me, Young-ae? I’m disappointed.”

He took a step closer and tucked Selene's hair behind her ear.

The warm hands became rough and sticky.

Selene took a step back with a pale face.

She looked at the giant bishop and the bug knights moving about the town, and only then did she realize what she had brought into this land.

“Ah, ah! Aaaah!”

Justinian held her tightly to prevent her from falling.

“We are already in the same boat.”

“Hey, you son of a bitch!”

"sorry."

* * *

It was evening.

The village where the erosion sect returned was completely empty.

The mud-brick walls collapsed, the thick pillars collapsed, and smoke and a more toxic and dirty air of erosion rose up.

In the central square of the village, there were traces of a magic circle drawn with white powder and an obsidian altar.

Hundreds of people had been lying around it just a few hours ago.

Those people split in half and disappeared into the monster's body.

The soul was taken by the Old One of Unity, and the body was taken by the Encroaching Bishops, Priests, and Knights who were present.

The wells dried up, the livestock were eroded and turned into monsters, and the unlucky survivors were left to wander the village as eroded creatures.

“Whoaaaaa……!”

“Whoaaaaa……!”

“Whoaaaaa……!”

They were hideous forms, with a naked human body and a head or two sticking out here and there.

I had to cry out in endless soul hunger and physical pain, and long for another life.

Justinian slowly approached them.

Self-punch. Self-punch. Self-punch. Self-punch.

He wore robes like an Evader priest, but he was not an Evader.

So the village's encroachers rushed to eat him.

“Whoa!”

The next moment, a blue light flashed in Justinian's golden eyes.

His hand slid down to his waist, and a sharp one-handed sword was pulled out in one stroke.

Choaaaak-!

A blue light flashed, and the head of one of the eroders flew into the sky.

"sorry."

Choaaaak! Choaaaak!

The mana blade on Justinian's sword glowed softly.

"sorry."

It was something that Selene and Benlon would have hated if they had heard it.

But looking at Justinian's appearance, not many would think he was lying.

He was shedding tears with a blank expression.

"sorry."

Choaaaak-!

The eroders flinched in pieces and soon stopped moving.

Justinian brought wood from the ruined house and started a fire.

And one by one, they pushed the eroded residents into the fire.

His hands were shaking with anger, self-loathing, and fear.

'ah.'

Justinian believed that the ends should not justify the means, that the process was more important than the results, and that rewarding good and punishing evil was right.

'I want to die.'

So it was natural that he could not recognize Jaylilith as the Emperor, who had literally killed his father, the Emperor, the Crown Prince, the First Prince, and hundreds of other imperial family members and usurped the throne.

He believed that the church would come forward.

He believed that he would gather the great lords of the empire and the royal princes and nobles of the countries that believed in the Light God by sending messengers, and that Bishop Hong and the knights would take the lead in bringing down the usurper.

But the church was silent.

And not long ago, I heard a story about a saint who made a garland of sacred flowers for Jaylilith and put it on her head.

Something went wrong.

Had to change.

It took strength.

And the only way to gain power quickly in this world is through alliances and erosion.

Justinian decided to mix the two.

But he could not tolerate this group of people torturing and killing innocent people.

Of course, I couldn't accept myself joining hands with this group.

'I want to die.'

Even though I kept reminding myself that I was just using it, the pang of conscience did not go away.

Every night he had dreams of the people he had killed and deceived.

Far away.

He gritted his teeth until they broke and vowed.

After we drive out Jaylilith, we will destroy the encroachers from within.

After that, he will put a good royal family member on the throne and commit suicide by jumping into a pit of fire.

'My sins will not be enough to burn in hell for a thousand years. May I be hurt more than those who have been hurt by me.'

To do that, there was something else that had to be done.

After the funeral, Justinian left the village and headed deep into the mountains.

He checked his surroundings and called out to the wind spirit.