How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 387

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Rudy followed Valencianus alone.

Sayaya Yan stayed there for a moment, observing the situation.

Rudy held out his hand with a smile that was different on the outside than on the inside.

“Saya. Follow me.”

“Your Majesty, I am fine.”

“I’m saying this because I’m not feeling well. Whatever it is, it’s something we need for work, and if we don’t have it, it can be inconvenient when we work.”

Sayaya Yan hesitated in an unsuitable manner.

“But His Majesty the Archduke Valencian doesn’t seem to want me to stand out. There’s no need to bring me along and make His Excellency Rudi look askance.”

Rudy was overcome with a strange feeling.

It was a strange metaphor, but Saya Yan looked exactly like a dead, meat-eating rabbit.

I began to understand a little why the former head maid of the main palace, Binea, would hug her, sniff her, or caress her cheek whenever she saw her.

She smiled kindly and shook her head.

“Don’t be like that. Come. Buy it.”

In fact, if I had my mind set on it, I would have grabbed the leash and dragged it away right away.

I wanted to see that exotic yet neat face distorted.

'If I had the chance to survive and devote myself to Valen, I would have shed tears of gratitude!'

It was really absurd to see Valencian still counting the days, suspecting that he would kill or use up his lord, Tarti or whatever.

It seemed as if he didn't know what position Marcus, the Iron Blood Lord, who had once tried to put a knife to each other's throat, was currently occupying in the general workshop, even though he saw it with his own eyes.

The Valencian that Rudi knew would never stab someone in the back under his command.

There were two reasons why he took such an arrogant Sayaya Yan with him.

One was because Valencian wanted to use Saya Yen, and the other was because of their shared affinity as 'servants'.

If something is not the same as its own subject, it is disgusting, but if something is the same as its own subject, it is pitiful and welcome.

Saya Yan was born in the East, worked in the imperial court, was born a woman, wore men's clothes, lived as a proud swordsman of a noble family, and then dressed as a servant.

The story aroused strange emotions in the heart of Rudy, who was born a fallen nobleman and served a corrupt archduke before eventually becoming a count.

So the countess, a famous lady-in-waiting in the capital's high society, extended her hand again with the kind smile that her lord loved.

“I called you.”

In an instant, ripples appeared across Saya Yan's face.

A look of embarrassment crossed her exotic face, and she covered her face with her hand for a moment, saying, “Excuse me.”

Rudy laughed inwardly as he saw her earlobes turn bright red.

This time too, it was a smile that was different on the outside and inside.

* * *

In the hall, Marcus introduced the crystal ball to Valencianus.

Since it was an item for a large-scale supply contract, several magicians and officer knights from the palace also participated.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The Iron Blood Lord walked towards his former enemies with his prosthetic leg, lifted the crystal ball with his prosthetic hand, looked at them with his prosthetic eye, and began to speak.

“These are communication crystals made using Az’s decision. Each crystal has its own vibration frequency, so you can classify them by assigning them numbers. If you place two of them close together and infuse them with mana to match their wavelengths, then from then on, you can transmit images and sounds to each other.”

The officer knights glared and the magicians stirred.

“Is that possible?”

“Magic that transmits something across space would require enormous amounts of mana and precious reagents.”

“It wouldn’t be meaningful if several wizards were exhausted every time it was used…… but the Marquis looks very safe.”

The wizards talked about the impossibility of the spell, and the officer knights asked about its use.

“How far can you convey it!”

“Is it possible to speak to multiple crystal balls at the same time?”

“Commanding will become several times easier!”

Marcus smiled confidently and answered all the questions.

“The distance that can be transmitted at one time is about 5km. Conversations at the territory level are impossible, but there is no problem in communicating within a certain distance. If there are intermediaries in between, it will be possible to transmit messages to the other side of the city.”

“Yes, it is possible. His Majesty the Emperor can speak to the four captains, each captain can speak to the senior knights, and the senior knights can speak to the rank-and-file members. Of course, His Majesty the Emperor can also speak to the rank-and-file members directly.”

“It seems like it could be used in local warfare as well as in the long term. Since it uses very special materials, even if the enemy captures it, it won’t be able to mass-produce it.”

Valencian looked at Marcus with a satisfied smile.

“Good work, Marcus. Is this a byproduct of the ‘Lotus’?”

“Yes, Your Majesty. I discovered many things while studying that magical tool. It was not only me, but also with the help of many wizards, including Your Majesty Sereiraji and Niar of the Ivory Tower.”

The officers, knights, and magicians gathered there all knew the details of the 'Amir Emirate Raid Incident'.

That the rascal Valencianus had stopped the Emirate's séance after months of infiltration, that Celerazi had used elven magic tools to open a portal to space, and that the red knight Tentia had led his machine knights to burn the capital city of Mecharis.

'So this is how it continues.'

'Surely, it's people like that who are driving history.'

'I want to live harder now.'

They were thrilled by the prospect of seeing the fruits of that operation before their eyes, and they took great pride in having been born in the same era as men like Valencian, Marcus, and Celerazie and serving the emperor.

Valencian asked, perhaps.

“Are there any restrictions on users?”

Marcus nodded.

“It consumes a small amount of mana. Only magicians or mana users who can infuse mana themselves can use it.”

“Yes. That’s where it is. Now I don’t have to send a messenger to check the situation.”

Even in the Empire, sword experts were valuable talents, but sword users were abundant enough to be street thugs, and they were supplied steadily and stably.

If you were someone who offered your sword to the royal family, there would be no problem with using the crystal ball due to mana issues.

Marcus closed his eyes and bowed his head toward Valencian.

“It is all thanks to His Highness the Grand Duke’s sacrifice.”

The wizards and officer knights frowned at Valencianus.

Although it was widely known that he could burn the eroders and absorb their power, the details of his inner workings, such as Kuit Az, were still shrouded in mystery.

Valencian nodded, smiling strangely and beautifully.

“Yes. It was thanks to my sacrifice. You pulled out a few crystals from my body.”

“I say this is not the time, Your Majesty.”

“I will decline. Now, let’s take it to His Majesty. Shouldn’t we train all the knights on how to use it?”

Marcus turned his glasses around.

“Your Majesty, aren’t you going to do it yourself?”

“I have another place to go.”

* * *

The streets of learning were once a battleground where fights broke out every day over studio apartments, classrooms, and restaurants.

'Kick out the Marcen Academy guys!'

'Sweep away the Helleos Academy bastards!'

But now, in the midst of learning, it was difficult to recall the scenery from back then.

At night, the sacred streetlights shone, the cobblestone streets were smooth, and the cadets strolled leisurely between the trees.

This was all thanks to the decisive reform measures taken by Jin, the student council president who unified the academies.

“We will establish a campus managed by the United Student Council. The management of each academy will be able to give lectures there by paying a small fee to the United Student Council.”

The days of students running from professor to professor or fighting over what little campus space there was are over.

“We will establish a shared dormitory. Admission will be based on grades, and murderers and intruders will be evicted without warning.”

A minimum standard of living was guaranteed by establishing dormitories and student cafeterias.

Of course, there was opposition from the owners of nearby studio apartment buildings.

“The entire student body will refuse to pay more than two gold coins per year in accommodation fees.”

The united will of the cadets and the sharp swords of the student council executive committee members who were cadet gangsters broke the backlash.

Through exchange meetings between swordsmanship departments, he created a festival where students from the street learning could gather together and become enthusiastic, and he controlled the dark magicians through things like attendance at academic conferences held by the famous royal magician Sererazie.

“Long live Chairman Jin!”

“I didn’t know I could live this comfortably while attending the academy.”

“The cadet gangsters are gone, the cafeteria is selling bread well, and oh! I heard that water heaters are being installed in the scholarship students’ dorms this time.”

Up to this point, everyone knew this.

However, the student council members who were closest to Jin knew one secret.

“It’s been a while.”

“Yes. It’s been a while.”

There's a white-haired man who occasionally comes to the student council president's office, and when he leaves, Jin starts taking action.

Originally, there would have been no problem if things that would have been criticized from all sides were carried out after he left.

Everyone had a rough idea of who he was.

Some of the senior executives had met him face to face, or even crossed swords with him.

But when you become an executive member of the Student Union, you start to realize that there are some things that are better kept secret.

They kept a great silence, and Valencian came to see Jin again today.

“You’ve become more handsome.”

“You have become more refined.”

The two sat on a fancy sofa with a low table in the middle and sipped tea.

Jin's blue eyes sparkled as he took a pill that changed his eye color from yellow to blue, and Valencianus snickered and got back to the main point.

“An evacuation order will be issued soon.”

“I’ve heard rumors that you’re planning to turn the inner part of the old city into a residential area and consumer facility for the aristocracy and upper-middle class. You’re planning to completely separate the classes by building a wall.”

“It’s quite detailed for a rumor.”

“That seems to be the case for the Academy’s management. The surrounding less-developed workshops have moved into the new city, and the cadet gangsters have been wiped out. I’ve always wanted the cadets to learn in a more organized environment.”

“Yes. If you want to catch a knife-wielder, you have to cut off the money supply.”

Valencian smiled and tilted the tea.

Jin felt that laughter pierce his heart like a knife.

“……I will make sure that all cadets can cooperatively escape during the introduction ceremony.”

It was a promise to manage the learning area well so that no invaders or collaborators would appear.

The Grand Duke of Mangnani nodded as if to say that was correct.

“Yes. I believe it.”

“Do you have any further comments?”

“Could you please call Lorelai?”

Jin paused for a moment and then nodded.

“You are looking for Count Lorelei. Yes. He is a nobleman by title, and I am always keeping an eye on him. I will summon him soon.”

* * *

“Your Majesty, Valen!” I missed you.

A boy with orange eyes, orange hair, and moist eyes as if he had just cried came running towards me.

It was a gesture that did not suit his rank and lineage, but he was one of the biggest names in this entire field of learning.

At the time of Jaylilis's accession to the throne, all the children of the local nobles left the streets of learning.

Therefore, all the nobles attending the academy now were children of the court nobility.

Of course, they too were superhumans with great bloodlines and potential, but they were inevitably inferior to the nobles of the realms who ruled over vast territories.

And Lorelai was none other than Cariosa's relative.

Cariosa became a marquis at the age of thirteen, took up swords and fought against fishmen and pirates, eventually conquering the eastern part of the empire and becoming king of an island across the sea.

The one who sent her to the imperial capital to learn about its advanced civilization was Lorelei.

It was a token of loyalty sent by the Asenorta family to the imperial family.

Even though I became the King of the Anchor Isles, it meant that as a Duke in the eastern part of the Empire, I was still loyal to the Soletaras Imperial Family.

It was only natural that no one would be foolish enough to pick a fight with Lorelai over her behavior, and it was only natural that Jin and the student council would keep an eye on her to make sure she didn't get into any trouble.

The orange-haired pretty boy, who didn't know whether he knew it or not, just smiled bashfully and clung to the man with the nickname of a rascal.

“I knew you’d come looking for me! You need me now, don’t you?”

"okay."

As the saying goes, a smiling face cannot spit, and Valencianus could not push him away either.

"oh my god."

The student union executives glanced in that direction and reacted as if they had seen something they shouldn't have seen.

Lorelai unfocused her eyes, then continued speaking briskly.

“Your Majesty. Your soul color is strange. You have completely become a monster. Are you thinking of turning back into a human now? Don’t worry. I will take care of that broken soul.”

Valencian shook his head gently but firmly.

“I heard something a little strange, but thank you for now. But that’s not what I was asking for.”

Lorelai looked up at him.

"sure?"

“There will be a big fight soon. I will use Az’s powers recklessly, and I will also use a lot of the spirit powers. I can use my powers only if I accept the changes, but I am afraid that my essence will change. What I want to ask of you is meditation. When I redefine myself, let that determination be engraved in my soul.”

The orange eyes turned a little redder.

“Can’t you just live as a human being?”

Valencian bit his lip.

There were many nights when he too poured himself a glass of wine, thinking that he was a monster bastard.

It was like that before the regression, and after the regression.

“If you want someone else to live as a human being, there is no other answer.”

"majesty."

“It may sound like an egg to someone, but not all my misdeeds are for my own good. And that makes me human. Yes, Lorelai. This is how I live as a human being.”

There was firm conviction in his voice.

“Okay, I’ll help you.”

The boy who handled the soul nodded with a sad and weary smile.

“That’s why I like you, Your Majesty.”