How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 329

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A soft green light shone through the dark forest.

The sound of the wind could be heard between the broad-leaved trees.

Saaaaah-.

Justinian opened his arms slightly and accepted the spirit of the wind.

A swarm of small green lights rose up and enveloped his body.

It was as if dozens of fireflies were gathering in a line.

Eventually the halo of light rose to Justinian's eye level, pulsating, and a voice was carried by the wind.

“Justin.”

The first thing I heard was a clear, beautiful voice that was rough yet deeply worrying.

“Long time no see, buddy! Haha.”

The second was a rough and cheerful scream.

“Why are you so late? Did the encroachers find out and sell us out?”

The third was extremely low, and had a beastly growl mixed in.

Justinian smiled sadly even though no one was watching.

“Elysia. Garin. Heartsy.”

There was a different ease on his face than at the ball.

It was a terrible bond between those who were chased by the world and had nowhere to put their hearts.

“I’m sorry everyone. I haven’t been able to contact you for a while because I had to move to another region.”

Three voices spoke in succession.

“Please contact me at least once. I was worried about you.”

Elf princess, Elicia, rarely spoke her heart out.

“Kuuuuu. At least you’re safe.”

The dwarf chieftain, Garin, has always been sincere.

“Huh. Do you think I care whether you die or not?”

The noble family of Suin, Hartsi, was always upright.

To this Justinian replied with a tone of denial.

“Hmm. I think it would be annoying?”

“What, what did you say?!”

The voice, which had been extremely low, rose slightly.

“If I die, there will be no one to release you.”

The wind spirit was silent at his answer.

Saaaaa… … .

The wind blowing through the trees suddenly stopped.

Justinian waited calmly, as if he had expected this to happen.

Soon the halo of light shone again, and Elicia's rough, beautiful voice was heard.

“Justia. You shouldn’t joke about things like that.”

She called Justinian 'Justia', saying she wanted to call him by the same syllables as her own.

He shook his head blandly, recalling such trivial details of hers.

“Do you think I’m joking?”

Woof.

The halo of light flashed fiercely.

“I don’t intend to leave you like this forever. It’s been a thousand years. A thousand years. Now, many people think you’re something out of a fairy tale.”

“…….”

“I won’t say that the past is the past.”

Then, Jaylilith's ascension to the throne will become a thing of the past.

“But I think a thousand years is enough time to forgive that past.”

Elicia said hesitantly.

“……We will live a long life. Our elders will also fear you.”

“It doesn’t matter. I should show my faith first. I’m the one who feels sorry. But I promise. I will definitely overthrow the traitorous emperor and avenge my father and mother.”

His voice was infinitely firm and clear.

“And then I will receive your help, and the credit for setting the Empire on the right path will be yours.”

Although things in life aren't that easy, he was the kind of person who would do anything no matter how difficult it was.

That was the driving force that made him endlessly challenge the scoundrel Valencianus and the tyrant Jaryllis in his pre-regression history.

He never once thought that he would achieve his goal easily.

“There will definitely be an opportunity. I will call you to the capital then. Hide quietly and build up your strength.”

There was silence once again.

“…….”

It was a dreamlike story for the three different races.

Soletaraon, the capital of the empire.

As one of the world's largest cities, it was a city that had never been invaded by an outside force in a thousand years, even though it was home to countless indigenous invaders.

It was a story that no one wanted to tell, or had the courage to tell.

The one who broke the silence was the dwarf chieftain, Garin.

“Yes! That’s why I like you. My heart starts beating fast when I hear you speak. I’ll be prepared! So you absolutely must not die either. Got it?”

“Yes, Karin. I absolutely have no intention of dying. I have work to do.”

“I will not stand idly by if you try to sacrifice our soldiers through a ridiculous operation.”

“Of course, Hartsi. We are friends, and allies. I will never sacrifice you. If anyone is going to sacrifice, it will be me.”

"joy……."

Hartsey snorted lightly.

Justinian knew that it was a sign of shame, so he finished speaking without question.

“I should probably go back soon. The meeting is coming up soon.”

Elicia said, reaching out her verbal hand and grabbing his sleeve.

“Yes, Justia. Never be eroded.”

Justinian willingly offered his sleeve.

“Of course, Elysia. I’ll contact you again.”

* * *

The nights in the small southern town were dark and quiet.

The capital city of Solétaraón has not yet completed the installation of street lights.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Woof! Woof!

The only people roaming the dark streets were night watchmen, and the only sounds were the barking of hunting dogs.

Justinian laughed at them both and walked leisurely down the street.

The perception-decreasing magic on his robes was so high-level that even if someone saw him right in front of them, they would not be able to recognize his form.

Of course, if there was a sword user, I would definitely know who was there, but in a small town like this, there was no way a sword user would be working as a night watchman.

'In the learning district of the capital, sword users gathered and fought.'

He thought back to his beloved hometown for a moment, and stopped in front of the back door of a house.

Tick, tack, tack, tack.

He knocked on the door at a set rhythm, and soon the door opened slightly.

Squeak.

Five tentacles with eyes on the ends poked out from under his feet to check on him, and only then did the door open fully.

“You can just go up.”

"know."

The fleshy lump stuck to the wall behind the door spoke.

The role of the fleshy mass was to stab the ankle with a needle and signal above when an unidentified opponent tried to enter.

Once upon a time, it too was human.

Justinian climbed the narrow wooden stairs, trying not to show his disgust.

Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak.

'It's not easy to maintain security in a point organization.'

'If you can find one or two local collaborators, you can gain a stable base and loyal followers, and even if the church finds out, it will only end with the branch being blown up.'

'A priest can be remade at any time, and a bishop is not easily caught. If a bishop puts in a little effort, he can manage hundreds of stores.'

Justinian leisurely climbed up to the second floor.

The second floor was empty except for a few wall-mounted candles, and there were only long tables lined up in a row.

At the far end of the table sat his superior, the Erosionist Bishop, and around the same table sat eight Erosionist priests who were in charge of the local church organization.

They all wore thick robes and high triangular hoods, and their faces were not visible.

“The supply of fragments from Kuit Az has been cut off, which is fatal. Communications and the movement of the bishops have become extremely slow.”

“It was Valencianus who took it. If only Ensus had moved a little faster.”

“It would have been much more advantageous if Langsoir had been able to move in time.”

Since it was a huge organization, even if it was an eroder, the meeting atmosphere was not much different from that of a normal organization.

The priests presented their grievances to the bishop, and the bishop suggested solutions to solve them.

“It’s difficult to change our communication and movement methods right now. For now, we should focus on additional supplies. We’ll try to attack the Ivory Tower through the reagent merchants. It shouldn’t be too hard to make one or two wizards brothers.”

Their wickedness came not from the way they met, but from what they discussed at the meetings and how they implemented them.

“The manpower that will be consumed in the process…… It seems that the priests have already secured it.”

“Yes. A great number of faithful believers came from this region.”

“His Majesty will be very pleased as well.”

The priests looked at the tables lined up next to each other.

It was packed full of hooded eroders.

They were not priests or knights, but merely practitioners who observed the meetings.

“It is late, Bishop.”

Justinian walked up behind the bishop without even looking at the students.

'Training to become an eroder. Trying to become a monster that maintains rationality.'

In his common sense, training and effort were not words that could be used in such cases.

What kind of greeting do you have for those who you would like to fry in boiling oil?

“No. You came just in time. The meeting agenda was just finished.”

The bishop answered without looking back at him.

It wasn't because he was indifferent, it was because the meeting hadn't ended yet.

“Okay. Let’s all unite and pray.”

The trainees were delighted at the bishop's words.

The wall between priest and knight was high, and the wall from priest to bishop was even higher.

It was such an honor to be able to pray with such a bishop.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

The knights waiting in the corner placed the day's prayer offerings on the table.

They were young men with their wrists and ankles tied and gagged.

“Ugh, ugh!”

The darkness within the bishop's hood rippled, and dozens of voices could be heard muttering simultaneously.

“-! -!”

“-! -! -!”

The eroders' disciples then offered up prayers.

The second floor was filled with a savage and evil voice that no human could pronounce.

* * *

Justinian tried to keep his expressionless face throughout their prayer.

The people he was supposed to protect screamed, white smoke came out of their nose and mouth, and their entire bodies melted away.

“Oh!”

“Unity!”

The practitioners brought the melted flesh to their mouths.

Justinian wanted to immediately draw his sword and strike the bishop in the back of the head.

'Unity. If you were a god, would you like to be worshipped by these people?'

Only his determination to destroy Jaylilith and the Erosion Cult held his reason and instincts in check.

Caddeuk.

I clenched my fists so hard that my fingernails dug into my palms.

A few drops of blood fell to the floor.

The knights standing at the corner looked at him with puzzled looks.

Then the trainee Paul looked at Justinian.

“Brother. Why didn’t you wear your hood and pray?”

Wearing a hood was meant to hide one's increasingly human appearance, while also signifying the doctrine that all believers would become equal under the union.

The importance of prayer in the eroding 'religion' goes without saying.

But Justinian took off his hood, revealing his handsome appearance and sparkling eyes, and when he prayed, he only looked at them with a cold, expressionless face.

It was enough to make a devout disciple like Paul feel resentful.

He was a promising prospect, considered to be close to becoming a Knight of the Erosion, and was very excited about the fact that he was seated right next to the priests in this position and prayed with the bishop.

“I can barely feel his energy. Did he really offer up his presence?”

Justinian replied that he wished to kill him.

“I am not a church member, but a collaborator of the church. If I pray and work for unity, I can no longer work for the church.”

Paul said, taking a handful of the sacrificial flesh.

“Huh. Those who always say things like that are traitors. Could they be spies of the church or the lord?”

puck!

At that moment, Justinian threw his glove at Paul's face.

“You dare insult my faith?”

The gloves fell to the floor.

Paul looked at the priest, and the priest looked at the bishop.

The bishop nodded, and Paul began to transform.

Knock, knock!

“You will regret it.”

A carapace grew from his body, his arms grew twice as thick, and his jaw became longer and split open.

Srrrrrr!

Justinian answered, drawing his sword.

“Yeah. You’ll regret it.”

He had one secret.

It was a story I had never told anyone, and one I could never tell anyone.

Since following the bishop, my sword skills have grown at an unusually fast rate.

Memories that were clearly mine but that I had never experienced came to mind in fragments.

It was thanks to this that I was able to contact the ruling class of the three different races and quickly build friendships.

'We're going together. Whether we succeed or fail, we're going together.'

'It's a secret that only you can know.'

'Shame on my bloodline!'

A grand alliance of nobles, military command, a long struggle, magic never learned, friendships never shared, comrades no longer by your side, a forty-year confrontation with the scoundrel Hwang Hyung… … .

Little by little, everything became vivid.

“You can’t beat me like this.”