How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 44

How to live as a tyrant’s spoiled brat Episode 43

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“Okay, I understand. Do you have any further questions?”

I secretly hoped that Jaylilith would push for a meeting with Saint Mateos or something like that.

The Church of Light is a religion that represents good forces that have spread across the entire continent beyond the empire.

If you meet the saint of such a religion and perform a performance to be recognized as a saint, no one can ignore the legitimacy of Jaylilith.

Even in the previous life, the noble alliance was further divided thanks to Mateos.

In order to push it forward more smoothly, he had to kill Dismas by stabbing him in the palm and owe Mateos a debt.

“That’s it. Go and see your sister. Be careful with that red heart. If the heart causes any damage in the workshop, you too will be beheaded in Sereraji.”

But Jaylilith seemed to have no intention of meeting the saint.

It was as if he had instantly lost interest in meeting me.

I gave my advice as if I was walking on thin ice.

“Your Majesty, if I complete all my duties by this Sunday morning, will you not go to Mass with me? I am afraid that if I go alone, I will be stoned.”

Jaylilith frowned picturesquely.

The chamberlain and the knights simultaneously took a deep breath.

“Do you know why Grand Duke Valen is acting like that today?”

“I don’t know. It seems like you have something to say, but you’re hesitant to say it.”

But the voice that came out of the emperor’s mouth was surprisingly soft.

“Mass. Yes. I should go once. But this mass seems difficult. The church will be in turmoil due to the birth of a new saint.”

It was as if he knew what I was thinking and why I was going to mass.

At the same time, it seemed like he was questioning why you were saying that.

I feel like I got excited for nothing.

If she were the one who governs the country with sensitivity, she would have thought that she had to meet him the moment she heard of the birth of the saint.

“But Your Highness, since when have you been so interested in state affairs?”

The corners of the emperor’s mouth slightly rose.

I instinctively sensed danger and stepped back, waving my hands with the utmost undignification.

“No, Your Majesty. In fact, I’m afraid that if I finish work before the weekend, I’ll be given additional work right away… … I’ll take my leave now!”

Still, it is safe to say that there is now no possibility of being invaded by the nobles.

Unless, by any chance, Matthew runs away from the capital to make a pilgrimage as soon as his sainthood is recognized, or dies suddenly.

* * *

“You were ordered to cut the variable? Yes. At least I’m not the variable that needs to be cut off, but the one who’s holding the knife to cut. I was nervous because I thought you were going to strike me down this time.”

We headed to Sereraji’s workshop, accompanied by the Palace Administrator who would assist us.

The workshop in the tree roots was a good place to talk about who should be killed and who should be saved.

Sereraji looked like she hadn’t slept a wink since they broke up.

The clothes he was wearing that day were the robe he had been wearing, but there was still dirt and gravel left on it, and his dark blue hair, tied back tightly, smelled faintly of charcoal and blood.

She dozed off, alternating between blue and yellow gold and silver bangs.

On the desk were piles of strange grimoires and cups of coffee, while prickly slime and cat-like, cat-sized bugs were running around and fighting each other frantically.

… … Spiked slime and cat-like bugs?

A red whistle rolling carelessly across the desk caught my eye.

“These are monsters created by the hands of the old!”

Are you crazy because you want to be executed?

“No, I said no. I made this as a test. It’s my first time studying old things, and I’m so excited I could hardly sleep. Do you think I don’t recognize my passion?”

“Excuse me, Sister. You’re sleeping with your eyes open right now. Get some sleep and get some rest. Then let’s talk again.”

Sereraji, who woke up after three hours of sleep, returned with a shining gold and silver ring as if she had never talked nonsense.

The hair, which had been wrapped refreshingly, flowed down again like blue silk.

“I hate to say this, but I’m sorry. As an excuse, as I said before, I couldn’t sleep because I started looking at fragments of old things.”

“I understand. Did you find out anything?”

“The old one that Dismas served was Abaddonion, an old one that resembled a locust and was said to have all sorts of pests. It appears several times in old texts, and there are also records of it being subdued just before its descent.”

“You served useless monsters. That’s why the denizens turned into foxes, scorpions, and such.”

“It is said that it has the power to revive the dead, just like the old days. Even so, it is full of worms inside.”

“What power does that horn have?”

“It is the key and door that brings forth the power of Abaddonion. It also has the power to transform living things into monsters.”

I said, kicking away the slime that was bothering the cat.

“Did you make that slime and bugs like that too?”

Sereraji glanced at him and nodded.

“Yes. It’s said that he mutated to that extent with just a little bit of force.”

“How would you compare it to Mana?”

“A swordsman who just got into Sword Exped can maintain the Mana Blade for about a second?”

“It’s a great, but dangerous thing.”

“If the royal family is corrupted by this, a sword master or a great magician will have to come to stop them.”

“Then would it be better to seal it?”

I spoke tentatively, and fortunately, Sereraji nodded without a moment’s hesitation.

“Yes. But I think it would be better not to destroy it. According to the literature, it is possible to eliminate or send away large groups of locusts.”

“It would be better to use it only in a controlled environment.”

In Sereraji, a red jade horn was wrapped in cloth and it would emit electric currents to defeat bugs as big as cats and spiny slimes.

“So, now tell me who I have to take down? I’m pretty satisfied that I’m not a variable that will be cut out.”

I began my explanation with the administrator in tow and the list spread out.

“Most of them are illegitimate children of the royal family. Children created by our half-brothers or sisters before His Majesty Jaylilis ascended to the throne.”

“Then it wouldn’t be a problem with the right of succession. There are probably many royals with higher ranks than those kids anyway.”

“That’s right. The problem is erosion. I heard that among the priest-level eroders killed by the Black Iron Knights this time, four were illegitimate children of the royal family who were working as third-rate magicians in the magic street.”

The administrator corrected the number to six.

Sereraji narrowed her eyes.

“It’s certainly easy for us to awaken as wizards, priests, sorcerers, or elementals. Our mana receptivity is incredibly high.”

“It’s an imperial order to round up all those kids. We can’t afford to have a fireball in the capital that could explode at any moment.”

Sereraji had a complicated expression on her face after hearing what I said.

I think he thought that maybe he too could have been in the same situation.

“I’ll take the lead. I’m familiar with the magic distance.”

* * *

There were two places in the capital that could be called magic streets.

It is the street next to the Street of Learning, where there is the Ivory Tower Special Autonomous District that protrudes in a semicircle from the western wall, and several large academies, including the Imperial Magic Academy.

All of the large academies had magic departments, and the students there were usually third or fourth generation children of noble families.

No matter how much of an empire it was, in the end, in an agricultural society, there was always more supply than demand for professional jobs, and even the capital could not handle all the graduates pouring in.

They lived in luxury with the support of their families, and had no desire to take jobs in foreign countries that were far less developed than the estates of small and medium-sized nobles or the empire.

However, he could not remain attached to his family for his entire life.

They became independent through hardship and used the knowledge they had acquired to earn money to stay in the capital.

They were in charge of all sorts of questionable things, such as copying without permission from the Publishing Guild, manufacturing and selling illegal magic potions, and producing and selling illegal magic tools.

Surprisingly, their business prospered because their magical tools were overwhelmingly cheaper than those made in the ivory tower, and their status as nobles allowed them to suppress the checks of each guild and the investigations of the guards.

The street where they gathered soon began to boast a strangeness comparable to that of a red-light district.

Where luminous mushrooms cover a five-story house, man-eating vines grow in pots, and three-headed snakes take their owners for walks.

That was the magic street.

What was unusual was that there were jealous and admiring looks directed at Sereraji from all over the place.

“There are many wizards here who dress like this, but not many who can wield a staff like this. You should be honored to stand beside me.”

After walking for about 40 minutes, I stood in front of a house with Sereraji.

There was green smoke rising from the second floor chimney, yellow smoke rising from the bedroom window, and red smoke rising from the living room window.

“I guess he’s a drug dealer.”

“Yes. But don’t judge too quickly. The wizard inside here may have failed his potion test.”

“huh?”

“This smoke is not the smoke that comes out when you are restrained. Look closely. It is dyed flour blowing little by little in the wind.”

“You’re a con artist. Maybe you’re not even a graduate.”

“Still, he must have had talent since he has yellow blood mixed in.”

Sereraji knocked on the door.

“Welcome! Welcome to the magic shop of Vastatin. Ask me anything you want. A potion to heal wounds? A potion to clear the mind? A potion to improve memory? A potion to bring good luck? An aphrodisiac? Everything you’re looking for is here.”

A mischievous-looking man with nicely messy green hair and chick-like yellow eyes shouted in a cheerful voice.

He was wearing a neat apron over his shirt, and his appearance reminded me more of a handsome florist than a magician.

I put my foot in first to keep the door from closing.

I saw a crowd of customers inside the store.

The interior was also fancy, so it seemed like business was going pretty well.

“Business ends here today!”

Sorry, but it was time to make a scene.

“Valencianus?”

As soon as he saw my face and the color of my eyes, a twitch appeared on Vastatin’s face.

He tried to swing his hand, but Sereraji, who was right behind me, was quicker, slamming his staff on the floor and sending out a bolt of electricity.

“Ahh!”

He dropped the test tube he was just picking up with his right hand.

Yellow liquid leaked from a broken test tube that fell to the floor, burning the floor and emitting black vapor.

The guests screamed and fled through the side door.

I had no idea what he was trying to spread.

“Let’s have a cup of tea and talk. Don’t worry. If you’re innocent, nothing will happen to you.”

Common sense tells me that if I were innocent, I would not be here.

I put both hands on his shoulders.

Vastatin nodded, his teeth chattering.

We followed him into the store.

“You can sit over there.”

His living space wasn’t very clean, but it had a cozy feel.

In Sereraji, I sat across from him, next to him.

A steaming teapot sat on a small table, and he poured tea with trembling hands.

“Why have you, my esteemed ladies, come to my humble shop?”

He took a sip of tea first.

Sereraji gave me a slight nod.

I smiled and picked up my teacup, pouring it on Vastatin’s thigh.

“Ahh! Huh, how?”

Vastatin screamed and twisted his body.

Clumpy, clumpy, clumpy.

Steam rose in puffs, and mushrooms sprouted in oddly shaped curves from the thighs along with the blue-green vapor.

The thigh flesh became the food for the mushrooms, making for a hideous sight.

“What on earth were you trying to feed us?”

I asked, not with anger, but with bewilderment.

I expected it to be poisonous, but I didn’t know it would be this bad.

“Your Majesty, please wait a moment. I have something to say.”

“You’re saying something like that.”

I grabbed the bastard’s left wrist, placed it on the table, drew my dagger, and thrust it in with all my might.

“Ahh!”

The guy with the back of his hand pierced like an insect specimen twisted his body.

I thought it might be a bit harsh, but considering that mushroom almost flew out of my throat, I thought this was a little too lenient.

I raised another dagger and grabbed the bastard’s right wrist as well.

“Bastatin. Now answer honestly. Did you know that you are a child of royalty?”

“I had an idea, but I just found out a little while ago.”

It was a rather venomous voice, as if he already thought he was wrong.

I spat out with the utmost solemnity.

“This is His Majesty the Emperor’s order to arrest all the royal family members in the capital. If you follow obediently, I will not kill you.”

Vastatin answered, grimacing as if enduring pain.

“I didn’t receive anything from my father, so how can I, who is just a businessman, be considered royalty?”

“You are royalty because you can survive by swearing at me and speaking informally to me. You are royalty because you inherited my talent through blood.”

“That royal family! When are you going to let me go!”

Cheeeeeeek!

It took him a beat to realize that the dagger that had pierced his wrist was melting.

Sereraji urgently fired an electric bolt, and he staggered back as he blocked it with his forearm.

Green scales grew in layers on Vastatin’s neck, forearms, and the back of his hands.

It seemed that the blood that had melted into the Imperial Family had strongly expressed the characteristics of Lizardmen, Nagas, and Medusas.

I answered, drawing my sword.

“You handle poison. Do you enjoy enjoying the talents you inherited through blood, but do you not want to fulfill the duties that come with blood?”

Vastatin answered, creating a green liquid in the air.

“I never thought of this as a talent. I just wanted to live an ordinary life.”