How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 370

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'I'm sorry, Your Highness. There is a meeting between the Amirs and I must attend as a stenographer.'

The interpreter didn't come that day.

So Nasseria and Belisarios were left alone in the room.

“May the beautiful grace of the nine gods and eternal peace be with you.”

“…….”

“Your Highness?”

Naseria suddenly noticed that the room was not that big.

Originally, it was a room where about fifteen of the nobles' attendants gathered to organize the day's schedule.

All there was in the space was a few long desks and a blackboard.

On the other hand, the tree branches outside the window are still swaying with green leaves today, Belisarios's smiling eyes are as soft as newly sprouted buds, and that refreshing and sweet, slightly green tea-like scent…

“Your Highness?”

"ah."

Naseria returned to reality and began to tell her story.

“Belisarios, today there is no interpreter, so the two of us will conduct the lesson. Since the Sultan wants to see you soon, today I will teach you the specialized court terms and war terms. It will be helpful when you have to answer his questions. It will be a little difficult, but I am sure you can follow along.”

At that Belisarios smiled faintly.

His neat white teeth gleamed in the sunlight, while the tree by the window cast a shadow over his head.

“I don’t think that’s necessary, Your Highness Princess Naseria.”

A fluent Anatolian language flowed from his mouth.

For a moment, Naseria doubted her ears.

Every single pronunciation was perfect, as if it were from someone who originally lived on this land.

"……oh my god."

She asked in a dazed mood, unable to even think of getting angry.

“Then… have you been deceiving and teasing me all this time?”

Everything he had said so far came to mind.

'May the grace of the nine gods and eternal peace be with you, beautiful one.'

I got the word order strangely wrong.

'The reason I like poetry is because I can call you you.'

Even the poets on the street openly blurted out things they were too embarrassed to say.

If you knew from the beginning and did it that way, then everything would be explained.

Just as his affection for his enthusiastic disciple was about to turn to resentment, Belisarios raised his hand with a bright smile.

“That is not it, Your Highness. I will explain it to you right away.”

“If you can’t make me understand-.”

“I am also a member of the Imperial Family, Your Majesty. When I was young, I learned the official language of the Empire, the dialects of the West and the North, the language of the Eastern Steppes, the language of the Eastern Continent, and even the official language of Anatolia in the South. I forgot about it for a while because I had no use for it, but it came back to me recently as I practiced hard.”

Naseria found herself readily convinced.

"I see."

She herself has learned dozens of languages, half on her own.

If the high-ranking members of the royal family were well-educated, it would explain why they were so fluent in languages.

It wasn't all that strange to find myself remembering words I had forgotten for a while after writing them down again.

Because right now she was meeting Belisarios and was thinking about the common language of the Empire again.

Belisarios rose from his seat with a sly smile and threw open the window.

Saaaaah.

The wind blew, and the fresh scent of greenery and flowers drifted into the room.

He spoke, leaning against the windowsill in a slightly crooked, yet slightly cheerful manner.

“That’s good, Your Highness. The interpreter isn’t even coming, so I’ll rest today. Your Majesty, you don’t seem to rest even after teaching me. You’ll get sick.”

Naseria shook her head.

“Learning can’t be considered work. I have nothing to do.”

For a moment, her eyes sank so low that they could be seen even through the veil.

“Yeah. Even if I wanted to, there’s nothing I can do.”

I knew that it was something I shouldn't say to an imperial person, something I didn't need to say.

But there were so many things I knew but couldn't do.

'I even told you not to do it.'

If so, they won't be able to blame themselves even if they say things they know they shouldn't.

Belisarios called her name.

“Your Highness. No. Your Highness Naseria.”

A dangerously playful voice rang in her ears.

It was the first time that a man other than his father, the Sultan, had called him by his name.

“You bastard!”

Naseria shuddered at the sensation of her whole body burning.

'Naseria. Naseria. Naseria… … '

The voice continued to ring in my ears.

“It’s also work to think that you have to keep doing something. Right now, it’s time to teach me, so please focus on me.”

“Are you crazy?!”

How could someone say something like that in their right mind?

Naseria nodded, thinking that Belisarios was crazy.

"I get it."

She, too, seemed to have gone mad.

* * *

Nasseria and Belisarios sat talking across a table.

Because Belisarios was so curious, the story progressed with him asking questions and Naseria answering.

Of course, just because it was a story doesn't mean it was personal.

'I don't even know what that is.'

I didn't think it was because of the wall in my heart.

'There's no way this guy would consider something like that.'

It seemed that both she and he had lived lives without individuals.

“Empires tend to leave command in their hands even when they have to fight alongside the great lords, but is the Emirate any different?”

“We form a command by gathering together the enemies of each emir or emir. It is because our knight power is weak compared to the empire and our elite soldiers are strong.”

Within seconds of thinking that thought, a personal question came in.

“Your Majesty, Naseria. This is a bit of a personal question.”

"okay."

Naseria swallowed without realizing it.

Then, it seemed like he might come out and shamelessly push a poem about love and ask for an interpretation.

“Why can’t I become a warrior or an imam?”

The question hit her in the back of the head from a slightly different direction.

"ah."

Naseria let out a sigh, and Belisarios, slightly embarrassed, continued his explanation.

“I heard that you saw a female imam and a female warrior on the ship last time. It seems like you want to do missionary work, so why don’t you go that way… Is it because you’re a princess that you can’t?”

She shook her head.

“Both princesses and princes can become imams or warriors. Instead, they all went that way, and I alone remain here as the princess with the right to succeed.”

Belisarios raised his eyebrows as if he did not understand.

“Then why didn’t His Majesty Nasseria become an imam or a warrior?”

Naseria smiled faintly and shook her head.

“If you become a high-ranking imam or a warrior, you cannot become a sultan. It is okay to pray and practice a little, but if you become a full-fledged imam or a warrior, you lose your right to succession.”

Belisarios let out a breath, as if he had not expected this at all.

"yes?"

In his common sense, such a thing seemed impossible.

Naseria explained, feeling a little envious of that common sense.

“We do not claim to be a society of church and state. The great Sultan and Amir are the protectors and followers of the temple. However, no matter what it looks like from the outside, internally we have a separation of church and state.”

“It’s because of the ritual.”

Belisarios nodded as if he understood.

“It sounds so good when you say sacrifice. Let’s call it an offering.”

She laughed bitterly, spitting out profanities.

When she was in his presence, she felt vividly what was holding her back, and when she talked to him, she felt it crumbling away.

“Yes. We know. They are called the Nine Gods. But they are actually the old ones. The old ones that receive human sacrifices.”

“You can tell the difference between the two.”

“Of course. The only difference between the old and the gods and the devil is how much we understand. And we are a nation that uses the old, not a nation that devotes everything to the old.”

A warrior or an imam who has become too close to God can no longer be considered human.

When such a person becomes a sultan or an emir, he does not revive the world with the power of God, but rather tries to sacrifice the world for God.

And that's a disaster for the common people.

“That’s why imams and warriors can never become sultans. I want to become sultan somehow, so I’m staying as a princess for now.”

Naseria concluded her speech like this.

Belisarios nodded.

“Your Majesty Naseria. Your thoughts are beautiful.”

“Don’t make fun of me, you ungodly man.”

“I’m serious. This is just spitting in my face, but it’s much better than the imperial nobles who join hands with the Gwangmyeong Church and suck the blood of their subjects.”

“Yes. I want to be the sultan of such a country.”

Naseria spit out those words and sighed inwardly.

I had assigned him to extract information, but now I had no idea what he was saying to this exiled royal family member.

There was nothing to be gained by telling him this.

This is probably something you already know very well… … .

“Naseria!”

Just then a scream was heard from outside.

“Where the hell are you and what are you doing at this hour!”

It was Alceste's voice.

“You’re not alone with that imperial guy without an interpreter, are you?”

It was getting closer and closer.

"this."

Belisarios looked at the grandfather clock and let out a sigh.

30 minutes had passed since the original speaking time.

There was ample time for Alceste to find fault with everything.

Naseria shut her eyes tightly.

My eyes went dark.

Then Belisarios grabbed her wrist and stood up.

“We need to get away quickly.”

The shock of having her body touched with the man passed her by for a moment, and she asked back in confusion.

"where?"

* * *

thud!

Alceste burst through the door.

The room was quiet.

The chair had been pushed back into the long desk, there was not the slightest sign of life, and only a bit of chalk in front of the blackboard gave away that anyone had once been here.

“There isn’t any.”

His hazel eyes briefly took in a few leaves rolling on the floor before he left the room, slamming the door so hard it almost broke.

“Where the hell did this woman go?”

“I am sorry, Your Majesty.”

“Tell them to prepare for the expedition against the fish tribe tomorrow. And tell them to wear all the gifts I gave them.”

“Understood, Your Majesty.”

The voices of the princess's maids and attendants could be heard from afar.

Naseria was in Belisarios' arms, listening to all those voices.

'I'm crazy. I'm completely crazy.'

He held her with one arm and hung on the windowsill with the other.

Behind them, tree branches fell, obscuring the two.

“Are you alright, Your Highness Naserys?”

She mustered up all her strength and answered in an ant-whispering voice.

I just couldn't make a sound.

"……okay."

Apart from the training, I didn't feel it because I had a slender body, but when I was held like this, Belisarios' embrace was very firm.

Delicate muscles and ribs could be felt along the sunken sides under the white clothes, the angular chest was wide enough to bury one's face, and the scent of acacia flowers wafted from the lock-like collarbone.

A sweet yet refreshing, yet rich and hot fragrance.

It suited him much better than the usual flowery scent he gave off.

After a while, Belisarios easily pulled himself up and climbed onto the windowsill.

I could see the blue veins on his white arms rising and falling so close.

Naseria let out a sigh without realizing it.

It didn't look like a human body, no. It was my first time seeing a human body this close up, no. It was my first time seeing Belisarios' body this close up, so my heart was pounding like crazy.

“It’s definitely gone. I think it’ll be okay now. I’ll go first. Your Highness the Princess will come out in a little while.”

He closed his eyes and listened for a moment, then opened the window and let Naseria back into the room.

Naseria faced him through the window frame.

“Why aren’t you coming in?”

“I think I’ll go this way. It’s only the second floor, so it’s not that high.”

The green branches and the sunlight streaming through them formed a halo behind Belisarios' ponytail.

For a moment, a deep shadow fell over his face, and he smiled wistfully.

“See you tomorrow.”

And just like the male protagonist in a fairy tale who comes under the window every night to woo her, he flies away.