How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 41

How to live as a tyrant’s spoiled brat, episode 40

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No matter how hard you try and how careful you are, there will always be collateral damage.

Even though evacuation advisories were issued, posters were put up, and shouters were hired to go around shouting, there were still people who remained in the demolition zone.

Even though we say at every roll call that looting is prohibited, there are still people who think that they can just get away with it if they don’t get caught, and end up getting both their hands and pants cut off.

There are priests who never leave their temples in cities that have become battlefields, and captains who meet their end with their ships.

No matter how hard you try and how careful you are, there will always be collateral damage.

Since this is just a result, it is not an excuse for not putting in the effort and paying attention.

However, one of the three of us is a future archmage, one is a regressed being, and one is a future saint.

The Imperial Grand Duke, who needed to make the most of his human resources, needed to evacuate these three first.

I shamelessly spat it out as I climbed the stairs with my face covered in iron plates.

“He died for the royal family and the clergy, so he will surely be embraced by the Lord after death.”

Of course, I never once thought that Mateos would be convinced by such words.

A sincere and compassionate seminarian who established a relief center in a slum would not be convinced by this logic.

I just dragged Mateos up the stairs with my left hand.

Sword Exped’s strength was so great that he could easily pull up a priest even with his leg injured, allowing him to wrap his sword in a mana blade.

I heard a growling sound from down there.

“Get out of here quickly, you lazy bastard!”

A bright light poured in.

Sereraji opened the door to the stairwell and gestured.

Then Mateos let go of my hand.

“Your Majesty, please go.”

I made a face as if to tell him not to talk nonsense.

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

I finally did it.

Mateos smiled and clasped his hands together.

A golden light like sunlight rose and the wound on my thigh was half healed.

“I’m better at purifying than healing, so I don’t think I can go any further than this.”

As I was about to say more, Mateos quickly continued.

“I know. Even if the world were turned upside down, the lives of the royal family and the lives of the poor would not be the same. It would be impossible for Your Majesty to risk his life for those who live here. But I am a theology student.”

He took out a crucifix symbolizing the sun from his bosom.

“I have learned that everyone is equal before the Lord of Light, so I cannot bring those monsters to the surface just to save myself.”

I grabbed his wrist, feeling like my world was falling apart.

“Your friend will not come back.”

“Yes. I plan to send it with my own hands.”

“Abominations are not undead that can be dealt with at a student level.”

Rudy’s magic gun was incredibly powerful, it wasn’t that Abomination was weak.

“I shouldn’t say this in front of Your Highness the Grand Duke, but I am not an ordinary seminarian.”

I raised my eyebrows just in case.

From this time on, there may have been signs of the saint.

“When the Light was with me, I saved hundreds of lives and purified streets where thousands lived. When I know He is by my side, I am not afraid.”

I smiled bitterly.

As expected, these were not the words that the Black Saint Mateos would say before his return.

“You go too.”

“Isn’t that person your Highness the Grand Duke? I have been extremely rude to you, a wizard, not your Highness the Grand Duke. Go. The lives of your Highness the Grand Duke, a wizard, and a mere seminarian who has not even been ordained a priest cannot be worth the same.”

“Aren’t you scared?”

“Why should I be afraid? I am dying for the royal family and the people, so after death I will surely be held in your arms.”

“!”

I had no choice but to keep my mouth shut, having received the exact same response as I had said.

But I couldn’t let Mateos die here.

A saint of the Light Church that spread throughout the continent.

His mere presence in the Imperial capital made it difficult for the surrounding kingdoms, republics, and great nobles to take military action against Jaerilis, and his declaration of a holy war against the encroachers allowed Jaerilis to focus solely on war and politics.

I spoke to Sereraji in a miserable voice.

I really hate it.

“Sister.”

“Stop talking nonsense and come up quickly.”

Even I thought it was nonsense.

“Go and summon Lord Tentia. His Majesty the Emperor. If you say there are Abominations swarming underground, His Majesty will come himself.”

“You’re going to die with that seminarian? Is this how you’re taking revenge on me for swearing at you?”

“I have no intention of dying. Since you said I’m good at purifying, I think I can hold out for a while.”

In fact, the old energy that had entered the bridge had completely disappeared.

“How about we send that seminarian away and you and I hold on?”

“I need purifying power.”

“Change your mind. Why don’t you and the seminary student stay?”

“You want me, a cripple, to run to the palace?”

“Then, if we send the seminarian up… … !”

“I’m the one who stays because you said you wouldn’t do it.”

Sereraji looked back and forth between me and Mateos with eyes that seemed to want to kill me.

“I’ll knock that seminarian out with lightning… … .”

“If my legs were fine, I would have knocked you out already. Even if you were a knight instead of a magician, I would have agreed. But you can’t support a passed out seminarian and me with an injured leg.”

Sereraji gritted her teeth.

“I hate you.”

“why?”

“You took me away from my home, and you’re abandoning the person who saved my second home.”

I said with a bitter smile.

What happened was that everything I did was wrong.

“It’s understandable to hate.”

“… …Take out your sword.”

As I drew my sword, Sereraji recited a spell.

“Come, burn the enemy.”

Blue lightning crackled from my sword.

It was an enchantment magic.

“Would you please never die? You will have to endure humiliation from me in the future.”

She ran out the door.

I tore my sleeve and wrapped it over the wound, applying pressure, and called out to Mateos, drawing on his divine power.

“Stand about four steps above the ground. That’s a good height for a one-sided beating.”

“majesty.”

“Stick behind me. If you support them with purification, I will cut off their heads.”

“Why would you risk your life for someone like me?”

“Be careful not to get hurt. You need to help me, you can’t get into a situation where you have to take care of your own wounds.”

“Your Majesty is the greatest scoundrel in the capital… … .”

I shouted in a fit of rage, like the biggest scoundrel in the capital.

I would have liked to drag Mateos out right away.

“Shut up! Shut up! I didn’t stay because I wanted to. I stayed because I didn’t want you to die!”

I quickly became a Sword Expert thanks to the mana control I gained from my experience before returning, and thanks to my royal blood, I have a mana amount that easily surpasses that of my peers.

But objectively speaking, my mana right now is too narrow to be considered Sword Expedition’s.

It was crazy to fight Abomination with this much mana and without even a single magic tool.

“Why shouldn’t I die… … .”

“Coming!”

A large, humanoid monster walked through the sewer, making a gurgling noise.

I raised my sword as I felt Mateos, standing behind me, drawing on his divine power.

* * *

Abomination was a monster created by fusing two or more zombies into one.

Once they reach a certain size, they begin to walk on all fours, sprout heads and limbs like manes on their necks, or even completely lose their human form, but the ones roaming around in the underground waterways were not that large.

The pale gray or tan skin was divided into mottled patches that formed a sort of joint.

“Now you too, be embraced by the light!”

Mateos even embraced them, giving rest once again to those whom he might have once saved with his own hands.

As he radiated divine power like a brilliant sun, the Abomination’s joints and eyes burned.

Cheeeeeeek!

Abomination shuddered, making the sound of meat cooking and the sound of water being poured on it.

Then Valencian made his move.

“You, you monster bastard who can neither live nor die! Who dares to raise your head in front of me!”

Crunch-!

With a self-hypnotic swear word, the sword wrapped in lightning was swung decisively.

Abomination had half his neck cut off.

Valencianus usually used a sword technique that accurately targeted large blood vessels such as those in the neck or thighs to incapacitate them.

However, that wasn’t a very good swordsmanship when dealing with undead that didn’t have blood flowing.

Moreover, the Abomination, whose head was large enough to reach the ceiling of the underground water, had a neck thicker than the average human torso, and was packed tightly with muscles that were stronger and tougher than a corset.

Therefore, Valencian had to use the first level of Imperial Swordsmanship’s Ilchigaego almost every time he struck.

“I’m going to get all of you!”

Valencian gritted his teeth as he hurled another swear word.

“I will purify it one more time.”

“Okay, save it. I think other guys will come too.”

Refusing help, he kicked the Abomination’s lower jaw as it tried to raise its arm again.

“Go to hell, you horrible monster made of corpses!”

Suddenly, with a terrible sound, his neck snapped and the giant body, over 2 meters tall, fell straight into the sewer.

with a plop!

I could vaguely see slimes swarming around.

“Can I eat that?”

“Some of them might mutate, but those slimes have short lifespans so it’s okay.”

“Is there no possibility that that part will change?”

“If tens of millions of them change, there might be one that turns out to be different. There was a time when some crazy alchemists threw away all the toxic experimental reagents, and they say that one of them changed back then too.”

“Then you can’t miss it like that… … .”

“That changed guy died after being eaten by slime in the underground water.”

“ah.”

“Wake up. The others are coming too.”

Hit, hit, hit, hit!

I heard quick footsteps from afar.

Valencianus knew from experience that it was a quadrupedal undead of similar size to a dog.

“Ugh!”

“Oh my god!”

But he didn’t expect that a foreign object with a human face and a dog’s body would pop out.

“How can this be so insulting! Is this really the work of a human being?”

Woof!

Mateos was startled and radiated a light of purification.

Since they were coming in sporadic bursts, they had to illuminate a wide area, and so their power was weakened.

Valencian smiled wickedly.

Bringing out the logic that Mateos liked before his regression.

‘Wouldn’t this help?’

“It is a law that a person should be willing to sacrifice ten innocent children as a tribute to the old ones in order to save a family member who died of illness.”

“iced coffee.”

“Then, your body changes horribly, and as you are pursued by the Empire and the Church, you find more strength to fight them off, and eventually you even forget why you started doing it. Just like your friend who threw that up!”

“Oh, light!”

‘It doesn’t seem to be the case.’

“Woof, woof, woof!”

The human-faced dogs rushed in and jumped up quickly.

“How dare these filthy rags!”

With a terrible roar, Valencian swung his sword.

Crackle! Crackle! Crackle! Crackle!

He accelerated for a moment and swung his sword like the wings of a butterfly, cutting off the limbs of the human-faced dogs and kicking their bodies into the water.

Mateos retorted a few beats later.

“How can you say such a thing? There are many more people who don’t say such a thing!”

“That’s right. The problem is that one person like that can kill a thousand people who don’t. The sad thing is, if one side wants to fight, the other side has no choice but to fight, even if they don’t want to. And the one who is worse at fighting wins.”

“yes?”

“Can you heal me one more time?”

When Valencian turned around, Matheos noticed that his face had become quite pale.

The entire pierced left leg was soaked in blood.

His white uniform trousers were stained red, giving him an eerie look, and a small puddle of blood had formed at his feet.

“I forced you to use too much force when you cut the Abomination, and I forced you to move too quickly when you cut the Human-faced Dogs. Your friend is causing me to wear me out. I also know that you won’t run away.”

“yes?”

“Memories remain even when things change. What changes is the perspective.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

Mateos asked, wiping his wounds with the light of purification and healing.

Valencian answered, tightening the hem of his robe around his thighs again.

“He intends to drag you into the erosion as well. To do that, you have to stop him from escaping, and I have to take care of you and stop him from escaping.”

“yes.”

“He knows you’re not the type to run away. The former is resolved. But if the strong guys come, I’ll take care of you and run away, so you shouldn’t send the strong guys all at once.”

Mateos’ eyes wavered.

Valencian produced the results of a brutal and fierce psychological war.

“I won’t run away unless I think I can hold out with you. When we get tired, I’ll send the really strong guys. Maybe he’ll come himself.”

“Then now we… … .”

“Yeah. We’re in big trouble. We have to run upstairs right now. If we stay here any longer, we’ll get caught by that guy.”

“Go. I can get the people around here involved… …!”

Valencian interrupted.

I didn’t feel suffocated.

That kind of compulsion was the very condition of adulthood.

“If you are eroded, it is over. I say it again. He is not trying to kill you, he is trying to erode you.”

“My faith is unshakable.”

“The wizard, the shaman, the elementalist, the devourer, and the priest are different yet similar. They can communicate with things that ordinary people cannot.”

“!”

“I am all the more afraid because your faith is strong.”

“So what can I do now?”

Mateos asked in a more gloomy voice.

The relief center that started with good intentions ended up being a human hunt. When he went to find his friend, he found a friend who had apostatized and mutated. He didn’t run away because he was worried about the people, but he was told that he could become a worry for the people.

And the one who said those words was the man who was known as the capital’s biggest scoundrel and the one who was rumored to value human lives as if they were flies.

Valencian said to the wavering seminarian:

“Either we retreat, or we advance against the enemy.”

“yes?”

“The most dangerous moment is when you think you’re winning. The moment you think you’re losing is when you see a way to counterattack.”

I heard footsteps on the stairs.

“majesty.”

“We’re going into the heart of the enemy and purifying that disgusting, vomit-colored slime.”

“just now.”

“A peaceful death for your friend. If you don’t, I will give you a terrible death.”

A door burst open at the top of the stairs and there was the clanking of plate armor.

“Valentine! Are you alive and well?”

“majesty!”

“Lord Valen!”

Three people came running down like the wind.

“Let’s go burn all the undead and tear them to pieces to feed to slime. A corpse is only remembered when it is still.”