How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 343

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This happened a few days ago in Nibelungen.

I made a suggestion to Jaylilith, and as soon as she heard my suggestion, she raised her languidly drooping eyebrows.

“Are you telling me to pretend to be Jimbo and stick to the governor’s office while you cross the sea and fight the mermaids?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Marcus and Sir Tentia groaned at the outrageous request that went beyond absurd.

“Sir. Is this okay?”

“I don’t know, Marquis.”

It seemed as if he was afraid that at any moment Jaylilith would wake up and slam my head on the floor.

But I knew full well that she enjoyed various hobbies, such as flying through the sky at night in a dress, savoring all kinds of pearls, and training loyal knights.

And before returning, she enjoyed the kind of escapade where she would cover herself with a robe and walk into the middle of enemy territory, then throw off the robe, look into the astonished eyes, and cause a huge explosion.

Just as dragons of long ago transformed into humans and roamed the world, the divine emperor who inherited the Dragon's Blood also refreshes his mind from his duty by briefly looking into the lives of others.

So I was confident that she wouldn't blow my head off, and I was right.

Jaylilith smiled crookedly.

“I wonder what kind of fortune you have in store for me this time. But I don’t want to know. I’m only interested in the great enemies that have escaped the human world and the petty secrets of the human world, and your mysterious actions always arouse a certain interest.”

“I am embarrassed.”

“I’ll do whatever you want. Do you want me to drink alcohol and hug women every day?”

Since it was a humorous question, I also laughed and answered.

“I cannot deny the former, but the latter is innocent. The number of my blood relatives and their illegitimate children who I have killed is approaching three digits, so how could I not build up my character below my navel?”

* * *

Jaylilith needed a few things to dress up as me.

Even though we were twins, I was taller than most men and had a muscular body.

It wasn't such a bad idea to bulk up with magic clay or change your appearance with makeup, but luckily, there was a much easier solution.

“These are the potions of mutation and enlargement made by the Grand Duke of Sereraji. Since they were made using the beak of the fish-man octopus guardian, their effects will last for two weeks.”

If you cut off a bit of the person's hair and put it in this potion and drink it, you can transform into that person's appearance.

Of course, only the face changed, so in addition to the enlargement potion, Jaylilith had to use blood magic herself to change the body shape, and even then, it still couldn't perfectly copy my appearance.

But since she was a much more powerful sorcerer and swordsman than I was, it was very, very easy for her to channel the inhuman aura that the rumored scoundrel gave off.

“It’s a little uncomfortable.”

“I'm sorry.”

She ascended to Sword Master and gained a perfect body.

Even if I grew a little taller or bigger, I would be concerned.

But I absolutely needed two of me.

Because she had to deal with both the enemy admiral who wanted to break the thousand-year-old oath and Carlon who wanted to use her to become a lord.

Of course, one could have simply sailed the Nibelungen straight to the Mermaid's Sanctuary without showing up at the last port.

No matter how high the waves are, they will never be able to catch the flying ship, and no matter how strong the wind is, they will never be stronger than Jaylilith's magic.

But then, Shuv Ardella will hide in the deep sea, so the only one who can catch him will be Carlon.

With the Jaylilith, it's possible to try boiling whole seawater, but that would only be possible in shallow waters and if you knew the exact location of your opponent.

Besides, I had no intention of killing Shub Ardella.

Why would I kill a princess who could control both fishmen and mermaids, and a great admiral who had brought immense wealth to the empire for a thousand years?

She may not have followed us of her own free will, but she did her duty and deserved to be rewarded accordingly.

… … The royal family that Carlon was hiding was also a problem.

I felt it deeply during the capital foreign body incident.

What can the spirit of the royal family bring?

If a half-monster without a belly button is like that, what about the souls of the royal family members who were at the top of the line of succession?

What if you choose erosion with the sole purpose of destroying Jaylilith?

The great lords, including Cariosana and Signine, will take good care of it.

However, as a mere governor, Carlon would have no choice but to maintain a relatively horizontal relationship with the escaped royal family.

Royal family, mermaid princess.

Carlon uses two unstable objects to further his ambitions.

It is gambling that a responsible adult should refrain from.

Besides, the stakes, the 'port at the end', weren't even his.

The Governor would risk the Emperor's city being reduced to rubble in order to subjugate the Mermaid King?

That fact alone was a crime of treason.

I don't know what will happen this time, since so much history has changed, but his gamble failed before the return.

At that time, I didn't know what kind of chaos this was and just swung my sword, but now that I've gathered a lot of information while fighting mermaids and fishmen before returning, I understand everything.

He never managed to subdue Shuv Ardella, and Shuv Ardella went mad, neither freed nor bound.

The mermaids and fishmen served the sleeping king and mad princess, ravaging the cities of the southern coast of the empire for decades, until they were persuaded by Justinian to turn their swords against our twins.

It was something I couldn't just open my eyes and look at.

There is no possibility of suspicion being raised about the band.

The port at the end is a long way from the capital.

Shuv Ardella and Karlon did not even come to the capital when the oath of allegiance was taken.

In the first place, no one has ever seen me in person, so why would they suspect a double?

The inspection notice was also sent in my name, and Jaylilith's arrival here was semi-improvised on the departure date, so no one would think that the Emperor, who was supposed to come, would not come.

Of course, it is possible that rumors spread in the capital that Jaylilith has disappeared, but by the time those rumors reach here, it will have already been several months.

When the rumor spreads, it'll all be over.

Very well.

* * *

“It’s complicated. It may be rude to say this, but it seems as if His Majesty the Emperor’s following me has actually been a poison.”

“I originally planned to disguise Kyung as me. Wasn’t Kyung taller?”

“Dye, make-up, a sip or two of eye-color-changing potion, and some insoles. That should be all I need.”

“But I can rest assured that His Majesty is with us. Even if the Governor has something hidden in the city, or the enemy admiral goes berserk, the worst will not happen. Even if it is a victory with only wounds, we will still be able to achieve it.”

Sir Tentia and I, wearing robes over our heads, sneaked out of the Nibelungen and raced to the port, where we raced across the night sea for two hours with the magical tools we had taken from Tarti.

Choaack, choaack!

She and I could run as fast as horses, but the sea was dirty and wide.

It was so boring and dull, with nothing to see except the sea water.

I went so far as to divulge all my plans and thoughts in detail, leaving out the regression part.

“If I had known this would happen, I would have told Admiral Tarti to come to a closer island.”

Sir Tentia muttered suspiciously.

It was only natural that she, a knight of honor, could not trust someone who had a pirate background.

“Is there any chance that he passed the island or betrayed us?”

I took the compass and chart out of my pocket, checked that I was going straight, and shook my head.

“If you do that, your lover’s head will fly off.”

Did I run for another 10 minutes?

In the distance, seven ships measuring 60 meters were visible.

"at las!"

Several lights were attached to the mast so that it could be seen even in the dark.

All seven ships were painted red in the style of the Eastern Continent, and carried flags with red lettering on a white background and red lettering on a black background.

It was the flag of a man who had been an oriental noble, then an eastern pirate, and then an eastern admiral.

“It’s been a long time, Your Majesty.”

As we stepped onto the deck, the warrior admiral, clad in oriental-style armor, bowed his head.

The handsome man with a cheerful voice and manly impression looked much healthier and slightly tanned than when I last saw him.

“Yes. It’s been a while. Are you fit for the role of admiral?”

He answered with an awkward smile.

“Actually, the work itself hasn’t changed much. The southeastern sea is also teeming with pirates. We subdue them, return the cargo to its original owners, and use or rent out the ships.”

“Didn’t you feel any sense of camaraderie?”

“The hate towards my own kind was palpable.”

“Yes. You are making great contributions by making good use of your major.”

He looked a little expectant.

“If you think that ball is highly regarded, then you should return it to Sayan-.”

I clicked my tongue and held out the map to him.

“Stop talking nonsense and get going. If you’re even one day late, it’ll all be in vain.”

Tarti nodded, his face hardening for a moment.

“This sea is really dirty. When we went around the southern bay, two of the nine ships sank. One was lost to the fishermen, and one was lost on the reef. Fortunately, most of the warriors were rescued-.”

“That’s fortunate.”

Thankfully, I didn't feel particularly guilty.

That's why we needed these convict units.

If I had hired Cariosa's ships, and two of them had sunk and several seamen had died, what expression could I have on my face and what could I have said to her?

* * *

Tarti's men boasted excellent seamanship, as befitting sailors who had sailed from the Eastern Continent to the southern seas of the Empire.

"let's go!"

He was so good at sailing that he was able to catch up with Carlon's ship, overcoming the gap of several hours.

After that, I chased him for three days, keeping a distance just enough to avoid being caught.

The crazy waves and winds pounded us, and eventually two ships sank under the water, but the warriors of Aizen ran to the intact ships with the sailors on both sides.

“It’s that island!”

After sailing like that for a day, as if by magic, the waves and wind disappeared and a peaceful island appeared.

On the beach was the boat that Carlon had come on, and there were soldiers left behind.

“Oriental pirates?”

“Huh? Really?”

“How do I do that?”

He seemed a little scared when he saw there were five of us.

I asked Tarti.

“What would you do if you saw a ship like that?”

He answered with some hesitation.

“The sailors were killed or captured and made into slaves on board, and the ship and its cargo were taken away.”

I felt like I had learned shame and was going to live a long life.

I smiled and pointed to my stomach.

“Do so.”

“!”

He showed off his outstanding skills as if he had not forgotten his old specialty.

“Ugh!”

“It’s a surprise attack!”

“The trumpet… Aah!”

It was something to behold, seeing him raise a white flag, approach, then instantly jump over to the opponent's ship and cut off all their heads.

The men on that ship were all skilled men, and they didn't lose a single warrior.

I followed the footprints left on the beach and entered the island.

A valley and caves flowing backwards were visible, and the entrances and interiors of the caves were teeming with powerful fish-men.

Tarti looked slightly uneasy, and I looked at him wearily.

That's why I brought a bunch of Tarti and Musas.

“Tarti.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Clear the way. That is an order.”

“……!”

It was a call to risk your life.

The Eastern warriors looked back and forth between me and Tarti.

“……My lord.”

There were some who glared at me.

I snickered, my eyes turning vertically, and he flinched, then shook with humiliation and resentment.

Tarti hesitated for a moment and then opened his mouth.

“Your Majesty. I know that I am a sinner.”

“Yeah. You know a lot.”

I had a rough idea of what he was going to say.

The lives of his subordinates, the revival of his clan, and so on. In the end, he must be asking for his life.

Because the instinct of self-preservation takes precedence over everything else.

“If I die fighting under Your Majesty’s orders, please return Saya Yan to her clan.”

But what came out of the man's mouth was completely beyond my expectations.

“I left my will behind, so if you read it, you won’t seek revenge.”

I felt like I had been hit hard in the back of the head.

A bright smile appeared on his cheerful face.

I smiled bitterly in response to this.

"okay."

This kind of betrayal was more than welcome.

I felt something move in my chest.

“I will do that.”

Tarti nodded and pulled on his deer-horned helmet with a goblin's face carved into the visor.

“Chestnut!”

Srrrrrr!

He ran out with a green mana blade wrapped around his long sword.

Dozens of Eastern warriors followed him.