How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 372

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I never saw Nasseria again until I returned up the river to the Sultan's palace.

Compared to the unsinkable battleships of Cariosa, the 60-meter-long ship looked like a small boat, but I don't know why it felt so spacious inside.

If you listen closely at night, you can sometimes hear cries or screams mixed in with the creaking of planks.

“Your Excellency Marshal Alceste is truly amazing.”

“You took down that giant guardian with just one spear.”

“You have hunted all the beasts, including the mermaids and foreign beasts. Your Majesty will be very pleased.”

From what the warriors had to say, it seemed that Alceste had finally defeated the Guardian that day.

I thought I could somehow escape, but it seems he was a better warrior than I thought.

I thought I could probably finish it off with a smooth sailing…

Of course, it wasn't a big problem.

Since the spawning grounds of the fish race began to form in earnest along the southeastern coast of the empire last fall, the coral army will explode in an instant.

It would take a long time to raise that many guardians, but I'd probably have raised a hundred sea giants by now.

There are no major problems with the plan.

Surprisingly, my treatment didn't change much.

“Belisarios! Come here and let’s throw javelins together! You are as skilled as our warriors.”

“Belisarios. Come here and try this.”

“Belisarios. I am grateful to you for saving my fiancée.”

No. In fact, it seemed like it got better.

Alceste seemed eager to prove his magnanimity.

It seemed as if he could not accept the fact that he might have been 'robbed of a woman'.

… … People become so ugly because they think they can steal or get something from someone.

I have taken many hostages and prisoners before my return, and have kept them by my side without letting them go, but I never thought I could win their hearts.

Anyway, he stayed with me the whole way back.

During the day, he would call me out on deck to hunt with him, and at night, he would drink with his warriors in the cabin.

“Ugh.”

“It really sticks to my mouth!”

“Haha. This guy, he was a man even without a single beard!”

After drinking and drinking like that and falling asleep as if drunk, I heard Naseria's voice in my half-asleep state in the morning.

Everything about her was vivid in my memory.

The scent of jasmine, the purple eyes that shine even beyond the veil, the ambitious yet mesmerizing voice…

I returned to the small palace next to the Sultan's Palace in the capital with that memory in my arms.

“You must be tired, so go in and rest. Belisarios.”

“Thank you for your consideration, Your Excellency Marshal Alceste.”

I never got a chance to see her face until the end.

That day was Friday.

Since I didn't learn the language over the weekend, I didn't hear from Naseria for two more days.

Even if I stopped a passing servant or maid and asked her, there was no answer.

Well, it would be strange if I asked the palace maids or servants about my whereabouts and got an answer.

So Monday came and it was time to learn how to speak again.

I went down to the second floor and entered the lecture room, which was originally a conference room.

Squeak.

Honestly, I thought Naseria might not be in here.

Fortunately, as soon as the door opened, the strong scent of jasmine flowers wafted in.

A gray-haired woman stood with her back to the tree branches hanging outside the window.

I smiled and greeted him in a Belisarios-like manner.

“Your Highness Naseria.”

“Belisarios…….”

Naseria turned her eyes away, her voice trailing off.

The veil was thicker than the last time I saw it, the gold earrings, bracelets, and belt on its body looked like chains, and there was a rather frightened look in its purple eyes.

The crisp white cloth didn't show what was inside, but I could see a large purple mark on the back of her hand.

Looking closely, I saw that there were red spots and white marks on his face, neck, and fingers.

That was a trace of a healing potion poured after being hit.

If you quickly heal a wound that is not even a minor one, but can be considered a 'hit', with a potion, a mark like this will remain.

I got up from my seat, walked over to her, and took her hand.

It was cold but soft.

“Are you okay? No. That was a stupid question. There’s no way you’re okay.”

Naseria neither shook my hand nor shook her head.

“It’s okay, Belisarios. It’s nothing compared to when I received basic warrior training. I’ll have to get used to it.”

“Don’t do that.”

“I can’t just keep living in dreams. Your hands… they’re so warm and nice.”

She lifted the veil.

The scent of jasmine flowers rose once again.

The stern and ambitious expression was soaked with fatigue, and the purple eyes had droopy corners, but the lips were smiling.

“Is that what I think it is?”

"maybe."

“This time, you didn’t even fall into the water?”

“I want to dream. Because I might not be able to dream in the future.”

I interlocked my fingers just enough so that they wouldn't hurt, and supported the back of her head with one hand.

“Isn’t the interpreter coming?”

“I went to a meeting.”

“Isn’t it time to learn our language?”

“Enough talking.”

Alceste's screams could be heard from outside.

“Princess! Princess! Where did you leave the necklace I gave you?”

At that time we were kissing.

* * *

Two days later.

Sultan Baphomer summoned Belisarios, Naseria, and Alceste.

The three walked down the long corridor and bowed their heads before the throne.

Belisarios began with a greeting he was said to have learned from Naseria.

“Sultan, protector of the pantheon, shield of free religion, and most exalted morning star, in whose light I, the humble Belisarios, salute you.”

Baphomer smiled contentedly, stroking his long, graying beard.

“Naseria. You taught me well.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty, Father.”

She shook her head again, and Baphomer turned his gaze to Belisarios without even looking at it.

“Imperial royalty. What you said was right.”

Since Belisarios first came to this land, he had been interrogated and given information through interpreters and other means, and Naseria had also asked him about the Empire's military information, and all of that information was cross-checked and passed on to Baphomer.

It was enough information for the Sultan, who was somewhere between middle age and old age, to decide to embark on what would be the last task of his life.

“Cesar built castles and fortresses all over his territory, subjugated nomads who crossed into our territory, and built underground reservoirs and mushroom farms.”

“He too is one who survived until old age.”

“I was wondering where to go next, and you solved my problem.”

A tired smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

“It seems like there’s chaos in the Red Admiral and the Cheonchang Fleet.”

“This is where the ‘mangnani’ ran wild. There is also a possibility that there was a great purge.”

“Yes. Shuv Ardella, her adjutant Erianne, other high-ranking captains, Governor Carlon, and even his butler have all disappeared. The White Witch is as stupid as a woman. She purged such talented people just because they were related to her relatives. If it were me, I would have embraced them somehow and promoted my mercy and confidence.”

Sultan Baphomet laughed heartily.

Belisarios bowed his head even more.

It seemed as if he was hiding his expression.

Baphomer looked at Alceste with an expression that seemed to have already won, regardless.

“Marshal Alceste.”

“Yes, Sultan.”

The belligerent young enemy's hazel eyes glowed like coal.

“The first operation and story will be a little different.”

“!”

“Establish the foundation of the Marshal’s Office. I will entrust you with the position of deputy commander. Originally, we planned to use the land route as the main route and the sea route only for supply and a separate force, but we will balance the military weights in half.”

Sultan Baphomer originally intended to keep Alceste and his family in check, but changed his mind.

After allowing them to build up their reputations, marrying them off, having children, and then dealing with them appropriately would have been the end of it.

Whether he knew it or not, Alceste bowed his head before the Sultan.

“I am very grateful, Sultan. I will definitely succeed in the landing operation and regain control of the seas. The sea without enemy admirals is ours.”

Baphomer nodded.

“Yes. Now I will devote myself to the séance for a while. I need to create new warriors for the generals.”

His wrinkled, squinty eyes finally landed on his daughter.

“Naseria.”

"yes."

“Just wait quietly for the wedding. Be modest, like a hero’s wife. I think you understand what I’m saying.”

Naseria said nothing and just lowered her head.

Alceste gave a bitter laugh.

* * *

Belisarios' room was on the third floor.

As it was an imperial building, the ceiling was high and it was almost 11 meters above the ground.

As the reddish crescent moon emerges from between the clouds and then goes back in.

A knock came from the window.

Belisarios opened the window, laughing heartily, as if he had been waiting.

A woman dressed in black entered with nimble movements.

“I’m going to live now. I thought my ear was going to fall off while I was wearing it.”

As soon as Naseria entered his room, she took off her black mask.

A sharp yet alluring face was revealed, and her beautifully disheveled gray hair flowed down her shoulders.

There were no large hoop earrings, no thick bracelets, no heavy belts in sight.

She said, quickly undoing the laces that held her black nightgown down.

“The maids have all gone home, and Alceste has fallen asleep. She will be busy for a while meeting with generals from all over the place to form the Marshal’s Office. And of course, my father. He will be staying in the Mansing Hall for a while. This is my last freedom.”

Belisarios nodded, clinched the doorknob, and drew the thick curtains.

Only then did he open his mouth.

“Your Majesty Naseria. Why have you come to a stranger’s room at this hour of the night?”

Naseria found the expression on his face, biting his lower lip to keep himself from laughing, so funny that she laughed out loud.

“You’re really bad. Your eyes are already as dilated as full moons.”

“It’s because it’s night. Your Majesty, your pupils have become incredibly dilated just now.”

Naseria shook her head.

“I’m not bigger because it’s night, am I?”

Belisarios nodded with a strange expression and lit a few small candles.

Whether he was a fire wizard or not, he could make fireworks appear with just a gesture of his hand.

Hurrruk!

I knew that there were many fire magicians among the Soletaras Dragonblood Royal Family, but it was quite amazing to see them in person.

He said, hugging the back of Naseria's head again as if offering her up.

“Actually, I didn’t grow up because it was night.”

A dangerous smile appeared on his lips.

There was only one guest staying in the mansion, the curtains were thick enough that you wouldn't notice even if you lit a torch instead of a candle, and the perfumed oil, which smelled like acacia honey, was intoxicating.

The dry southern continent quickly became cold when the sun set, but the bodies of the royal family, who had inherited the blood of the dragon, were thankfully warm.

“My body is mine.”

"yes."

“When I can do what I want, I will do what I want.”

"yes."

“I believed in fate. A fate that humans can never overcome. So I did my best without complaining about any obstacles that were given to me. But the Sultan eventually placed an obstacle that I could not overcome. Now I must dig past it. I also want to live happily.”

“Are you saying that you pursue small happiness?”

“You are not a small happiness, but a somewhat big happiness.”

Naseria burst into a cheerful laugh, while Belisarios smiled awkwardly.

She continued, moving the candle to the ground and lighting another one.

“But aren’t you afraid? Isn’t it normal for a princess to tremble and bow her head when someone thrusts at her like this? If we do something wrong, we could both die.”

He shrugged.

“First of all, the princess won’t die.”

Naseria hesitated for a moment and then nodded.

“Yes. Marriage may be hell, but at least you won’t get your throat cut. It’s too big of an alliance to throw away.”

“Then I can run away with the hope that we will meet again someday?”

“From the Sultan and Alceste?”

He gave another awkward laugh.

“I hate to say this, but I’ve run away from both the ‘White Witch’ and the ‘Wanker.’”

“Ah. That’s right. You’re an escape expert.”

“But where do you perform the rite of passage?”

Naseria sat up lightly.

“It’s being held at the Mansinjeon. Do you want to go when the sun rises?”