How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 373

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Since Naseria was a runaway who was nothing but a princess, there was no way we could have a picture of us holding hands and going to the temple of the gods.

She returned to the princess's palace again dressed in black before the sun rose, and I sent a message to the Sultan's palace by urging the servant who was late for work about 30 minutes after the sun rose.

'The exiled prince Belisarios wishes to enter the Pantheon.'

My actions were originally a matter for the Sultan to handle, but the Sultan had already gone to the Temple of the Gods, and the ministers and such had no interest in what a member of the exiled royal family was doing, so they would just pass the buck.

An hour later like that.

Naseria's maid came to me.

“Her Majesty the Princess highly values your willingness to learn our faith. She will do you the great honor of personally guiding you. Please dress appropriately and come to the front of the palace within 30 minutes.”

It took a total of three hours to hear this.

“Let’s go, Belisarios.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

And the Pantheon was located right next to the Sultan's palace.

It was less than a five-minute walk west.

“Why do you have that look on your face?”

“I feel like something has been unfairly done.”

There was a pyramid-shaped altar that appeared to be 400 meters high, and nine temples with roofs shaped like onion heads surrounded the altar.

Although called a pyramid, it was somewhat different from the smooth pyramids of the Mo kingdom further west than Langsowa.

Each floor was very tall and wide, and was made up of thick, gradually smaller plates stacked one on top of the other.

The altar was built of red brick like the other buildings, but the surrounding temples were decorated with colorful bricks and glass, making the palace one of the few unusual structures in the city that was also red.

“May the six-winged serpent grant you eternal peace.”

“May the horns of the brass bull grant you eternal peace.”

“May the silver octopus grant you eternal peace.”

Various greetings were heard here and there.

Imams wearing robes of different colors and patterns, each from a different sect, greeted each other and the congregation.

It was a rare sight in the empire to see people of different religions greeting each other amicably.

I stopped for a moment and looked at the sight.

“That’s amazing.”

“Are all the empires heretical except for the Gwangmyeong Church?”

“Yes. There are some officially recognized old ones and demons, but the outlook is still not good.”

It would be natural if it were to be expected, but by my standards, I could feel the aura of the invaders who deserved to be burned here and there.

“You’ve already opened your third eye.”

“Haha. Now you have a tail too.”

“My motivation has already changed to the ears. I still have a long way to go.”

As I watched the imams with eyes on their foreheads, the imams with cat ears, and the imams with crocodile tails greet each other warmly, I felt like I had really come to another continent.

I asked cautiously.

“Aren’t you going to drive wild?”

Naseria nodded.

“We have invaders too. Weird guys who want to destroy the world.”

"yes."

“Still, the warriors and imams who train here are relatively safe. They use their opposing forces to keep each other in check.”

She pointed to a temple with a blue fire symbol and a temple with a red earth symbol.

“The temples face each other across the altar and exchange subtle energies. That’s how they cancel each other out. With nine temples, the portion that one or two gods occupy within one person gradually decreases.”

“You suppress the risk like that?”

Naseria made a strange expression, then nodded as if to say that she would agree with it.

“First of all, we do not serve the completely unknown Old Ones. We serve the Old Ones that are as well known as possible. We also try to learn about them in some way. Those nine now know more than they do not. In the language of your culture, they are beings close to demons or foreign gods.”

“Each god reduces the share that each person takes up within them… So, they try to serve as many gods as possible.”

Naseria nodded.

“There are nine representative gods, but if you go into detail, there might actually be ten thousand.”

“I guess you were managing it pretty well.”

I looked impressed.

As expected, there were many things I didn't know before seeing it.

She let out an awkward laugh.

“Of course, many people die when they run wild.”

“Poooooooooooo-!”

At that moment, as if it were a lie, a mental wave rang out.

* * *

The bastard was a completely mutated, invasive creature that looked like a snake mixed with an elephant.

It had scaly green skin with tan markings, four huge tusks, a snout full of snake-like teeth, and a long tail.

On that subject, the four legs were thick and strong like an elephant.

The shoulder height was 15 m, and the body length including the tail appeared to be over 70 m.

“Poooooooooooo-!”

The bastard gave me another mental breakdown.

“Send away the common believers!”

“Recite the prayer!”

Fortunately or unfortunately, everyone around here was an Encroacher or their followers, so there was little damage from the psychic waves.

“Red lion bird of the sky…….”

Naseria also began to recite an old prayer that seemed to be at odds with him.

I would have been really upset if she had turned into such a monster right before my eyes, but thankfully that wasn't the case.

If there is a problem.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

The guy started running towards us.

"world!"

The sight of a creature over 15 meters tall rushing forward brandishing four tusks was extremely threatening.

“Dora! Dora! Come to your senses!”

“It’s the princess!”

“Stop it!”

Several imams around him stood in front of him, blessing him, or rather, drawing on the power of erosion.

They were either hit by the ivory and bounced off, caught in the nose and swallowed, or trampled and crushed to pieces.

thud!

“Kwaaaaak!”

One of the Imams with a crocodile tail turned into minced meat.

This morning I had tomato pasta with minced meat, and I kind of regret eating it.

Since the power of fire had to be hidden, it seemed better to deal with it with a sword.

Considering his size, it seems impossible to induce death by blood loss, so it would be better to hit a vital spot like the eyes.

I naturally reached out to the black handle.

"ah."

And then I realized that there was nothing at my side.

"world!"

“Belisarios! Run!”

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

The bastard has already reached right in front of me and Naseria.

The bastard's shadow reached over me and her head.

I made a quick decision.

“Eww!”

Those behind us had already fled, and those in front of us were dead or dying.

Even if I turned around and ran from now on, it didn't seem like the results would be very good.

Besides… … if it’s true that he somehow caught my energy and rushed at me, if I run away from here, he’ll chase me, and then I’ll forget all the trust I had.

In the Empire, being chased by encroachers doesn't cause doubts about one's sincerity, but being chased by encroachers here is a different story.

If you're not careful, you might end up in trouble by linking it to a shrine.

'Our God said we must banish the Empire!'

'He should be kicked out of the Sultan's palace.'

'Our God wants him as a sacrifice!'

That's a specification.

Naseria will try to protect me, but it seems unlikely that a princess ignored by the Sultan will be stronger than the imams of this great temple.

So I quickly picked up Naseria and hugged her.

“Excuse me, Your Majesty Naseria!”

“Huh? Huh?”

He supported his neck with one hand and the back of his knees with the other, and threw himself towards the invader.

“Poooooo-!”

The bastard howled at us.

My ears were ringing, perhaps because the mental waves were focused on attacks using sound waves rather than mental contamination and erosion.

“Ugh.”

Naseria, whose resistance was weaker than mine, was already bleeding from her ears.

I could see people running behind us faintly fainting from the shock of their psychic attacks, bleeding from their eyes, nose, and ears.

“Ahh!”

"100 million!"

It seems like this was the correct answer.

Saaaaah-!

I watched the bastard's tusks approach me, and at the last, final moment, I stepped on them and jumped.

Percussion!

It went up from the lower part of the ivory to the middle of the nose, jumped from the middle of the nose to the forehead, and ran from the forehead to the nape of the neck and back.

“Hahahaha!”

And then I centered myself on the bastard's back.

“Poooooo-!”

The bastard shook his head and swished his nose as if he didn't like it, but it didn't reach me.

This damn erosion.

If I had met you in the empire, I would have burned you and eaten you.

My teeth were chattering.

I felt my hands becoming translucent.

Let's be patient.

Almost there.

“Your Highness!”

“The author saved the princess…?”

“First, bring the warriors!”

The surrounding imams shouted loudly.

As if he was targeting me, instead of trampling on the fallen people, he focused on shaking his body to throw me off.

Meanwhile, warriors came running in, hurling javelins imbued with the energy of the old things that were at odds with this guy.

* * *

“You saved the princess. What’s your name? You did a great job. That was a great move. You almost got in big trouble. In the name of God, thank you…….”

It was a situation where the believer almost killed the princess.

Senior imams came out one after another and bowed their heads to me.

I got away from them under the pretense that Naseria needed treatment.

Anyway, I had roughly learned the structure of the Mansinjeon, and I knew how to get there, so I had seen everything there was to see.

I didn't want to stick with Naseria and play around, I didn't want to stay in the Pantheon where the eroders were swarming any longer.

“Your Highness Naseria. Are you feeling better now?”

“Don’t be so nervous. It was nothing.”

“Bleeding from my ear, how can that be considered normal!”

“I am not an imam or a warrior, but I am still a devout believer. I would feel better if I could rest for just 30 minutes.”

Back within the walls of the Sultan's Palace, there was no need for us to separate.

The Sultan, who was supposed to be watching over Naseria, was busy preparing for a séance in the Pantheon, and Alceste was meeting with all sorts of generals to organize the Marshal's Office.

There was no one to stop the princess from enjoying her last bit of freedom, so we walked along the outer corridors and watched the red city bathed in the sunset.

The tall date palm trees cast long shadows, the onion-shaped roof edgings sparkled here and there, and the horizon was a sea of red and blue.

Then Naseria sighed deeply and said.

“……It’s too dangerous.”

"yes?"

“I know. This won’t do. We need a more solid method to build a strong country.”

I had an inkling that she had a lot going on inside her.

I nodded silently and waited for her to pour out her heart.

Naseria looked at the Pantheon.

A faint resentment was reflected in those purple eyes.

“We also need something like the ritual of the Imperial Light Church. We need to bolster the land to increase production, increase production to increase population, and develop industry based on that population. Warriors should not become stronger through the power of erosion like they are now, but should select and raise talented people from among many people.”

“You’re not the only one who knows that, right? Why wouldn’t you do it even if you knew?”

She bit her lower lip wearily.

“Because you are short-sighted.”

"yes?"

“We were originally nomads. Even now, Amirs often fight each other.”

“Even the great lords of the empire wage war against each other every day.”

“No. It’s different. You don’t go to war to plunder food. We’re playing a zero-sum game. When one side gains something, the other side always loses something.”

“…….”

“To win, you have to get stronger faster than the next emir. So instead of the money that the emirs would have spent on roads, reclaiming land, and supporting engineers, they invest it in ceremonies and training warriors. And then they blow all those warriors in the war. In the end, they’re just throwing money away.”

Naseria clenched her fists.

“I know, but I can’t change. I’m sick of it. I want to wipe it all out and start over. Of course, it’s just a dream. It’ll soon become an illusion.”

I put my hand on her shoulder without saying a word.

There was one thing I thought I could help with.