How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 46

How to live as a tyrant’s spoiled brat, episode 45

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puck!

A stone thorn suddenly protruded from the dormitory floor.

It was a blow that would have broken his spine and killed him instantly if he had let his guard down even for a moment.

Taak, Valencian stepped back with light steps and looked at the camp.

“That feels good.”

As if the medicine was working, his eyes had turned blue again and were burning quietly.

Jin asked.

“How long have you been in this room?”

Valencian answered leisurely.

“It was so long that I thought I had come to the wrong place. I was even considering pulling out the bastard’s claws.”

Valencianus lied about having his fingernails pulled out, but Jin didn’t know that.

As he reached out, the sword that had been leaning against the wall was caught in the wind and fell into his grasp.

Valencian shrugged his shoulders as if to say, “Don’t resist in vain.”

Jin said, lowering his posture and preparing to rush in.

“The loser of Wyvernpit.”

“Is that what they call it these days?”

“Even if they commit a minor crime, they feed it to the wyverns and enjoy the sight.”

“You know very well.”

Jin, with his gray hair covering his forehead and his blue eyes shining coldly, was waiting for an opportunity, and Valencianus, with his platinum blonde hair slicked back and his yellow eyes glaring arrogantly, was in contrast.

Taat, Jin, dressed in navy blue uniform, stabbed first with his sword.

He knew that his eye color had already been revealed, that his acquaintances had been involved in the recent Evader incident, and that Valencianus’s arrival now meant something.

‘You’re all wrong. You have to leave the capital.’

Therefore, the sword strike was decisive, as if cutting off friendship and memories, and the hand was also sharp.

wickedness!

A blade that digs into the thigh vein.

Valencian brought his sword down and struck with a slash.

Kaang!

“It seems like you have no intention of having a conversation.”

“If you wanted to talk, you should have knocked first.”

Jin spun his sword around to cut his other thigh, and Valencian rushed forward like a bull dragon, aiming for Jin’s shoulder.

Sack, and bang.

The moment the two crossed paths, Jin stumbled.

“Cowardly!”

“Because there is no Sir Tentia.”

Valencian, who had crossed his legs, spun around with his right foot and slashed down with his sword.

Jin, who was in danger of having his back cut off without being able to move, recited a short spell.

“Blow, ra!”

Since both the order and the number of people were omitted, a huge amount of mana was consumed.

Wheeing!

But the rising wall of wind hurled Valencian into the wall as if he was being carried away.

“Huh!”

The bed shook, the closet rattled, and everything on the desk fell over.

Taking advantage of the gap, Jin grabbed his bag containing money and magic books and ran down the hallway.

“He has decent judgment.”

Valencian, staggering to his feet, ran down the hallway after him.

Jin’s dorm was on the third floor, and he was already running to the right end of the hallway, in front of the stairs.

However, Valencianus was a man with the mana control of a sword expert.

pop!

The wooden planks in the hallway broke beneath his feet as he accelerated as fast as a battle horse.

“for a moment……!”

“It’s late.”

Valencianus threw himself forward and grabbed Jin’s waist, then threw himself through the window with the same momentum.

Wow!

The glass broke and the two fell three stories down.

“Wind! Wrap around me, kekeke!”

Valencian mercilessly struck Jin’s neck with the blade of his hand as he tried to use levitation magic, and then stuck his gloved fingers into his mouth.

“urg!”

Jin bit his finger without mercy, and Valencian pulled at Jin’s tongue as if he was going to pull it out.

The fight was always won by the worse side.

“Ugh!”

Boom!

They both rolled on the lawn in front of the dormitory at the same time.

Valencian was the first to get up as nimbly as a cat and pick up the fallen sword.

“If you follow me, I’ll stab you so it doesn’t hurt as much.”

But Jin rolled on the floor and screamed loudly.

“The Imperial Magic Academy Swordsmanship Department has invaded! Everyone gather together!”

“What?!”

“They know where this is!”

“Is that guy!”

“Catch him! Catch him and throw him in the lake!”

The eyes of all the students walking around the schoolyard were focused in this direction.

A swordsman as big as an ox, a magic student with a pair of canes, a medical student who just finished an anatomy lab, and a sculpture student holding several war hammers of various sizes.

A student of public administration who climbs up and down the hill every day with his bag full of books more than a span thick, and a student of theology who was carrying a 2m long steel ring cross, came running, gritting their teeth, saying that it was a good chance to meet.

Valencian cried out in a state of bewilderment, beyond confusion.

“What the hell!”

The streets of learning are home to several huge academies, and their students are subject to brutal competition.

At the university level, it was to achieve results and receive scholarships, and at the individual level, it was to occupy a studio apartment, a bar, and a cafe.

Basically, if you gather a bunch of hot-blooded young men who are skilled in magic and swordsmanship in one place, there’s bound to be a fight.

Hundreds on hundreds of fights were a daily occurrence, and sometimes a swordsmanship professor would lead his students into a neighboring academy to teach them street fighting.

Valencian gritted his teeth as he saw the triumphant smile on Jin’s lips.

“This cowardly little bastard!”

He knocked back a medical student who was rushing at him with a saw, kicked a swordsmanship student, and hit a magic student in the head with the metal chunk at the end of his sword’s handle.

With his royal bloodline and 40 years of experience before returning, he was able to stand up to even the most stressed out Academy students without backing down.

He grabbed the ankle of a man as big as an ox, lifted him up, and threw him down, dodging the steel-hooked cross that fell like a hammer.

Boohoo!

The crucifix brushed her platinum blonde hair.

“Sereraji, sister! Hit me!”

“huh?”

“Huh!”

Sereraji, who was waiting at the entrance of the dormitory, slammed her yellow jeweled staff on the floor and recited a spell.

The Vastatin who was caught next to him asked with his eyes, “Really?”, but Sereraji recited the spell without hesitation.

Even to her, that group of angry students looked quite dangerous.

“Will you remember that I saved you? The lightning that spreads in a circle!”

Flash!

A blue current shot from the tip of the staff, hitting the ground and stunning five or six students around it.

A normal lightning strike would have ended there, but the magical lightning she had newly developed spread out like ripples.

Pfft pfft pfft pfft!

“Ahhhhh!”

“Eww!”

“Ugh!”

The students all rolled their eyes and fainted.

Of course, Valencianus, who was caught in the wave, also trembled, but he endured by burying his sword into the ground.

“Ugh!”

“Ahh!”

There was a strange contrast between him holding back his screams until the very end and Jin just standing up and then rolling around on the floor screaming again.

Valencian stood up, taking up his sword again, and checked the hands that were gathering the line.

‘I’ve seen a few of them before the regression. Yeah. If you think about it, most of them are people who learned magic as a liberal arts. They need to use their body to handle a sword, and they have to memorize administration, but magic is the easiest for them since they have an innate talent. After graduation, they’ll get jobs in the magic street.’

I wish I could live that quietly.

He really thought so.

But the hands that were carrying the gin seemed to be thinking differently.

Valencianus saw that some of those hands were wearing strange rings.

It was a material like bone or dried tentacles.

As far as he knew, only Old Ones, Encroachers, and Warlocks wore such rings.

“Sister! Let’s retreat! We’re outnumbered!”

“I thought so too. Why didn’t you decide sooner?”

“Wait a minute, I’m your senior… … Eww!”

“Stop poisoning the students! You crazy bastard!”

* * *

We took a breather in a bustling cafe on Learning Street.

Originally, when running away or having secret conversations, noisy and crowded places like this were better.

“A warlock and a worshipper of the Old Ones. Really? You won’t believe your eyes.”

“You know those rings, too, Sister. The one made of white bone and the one with blue and purple tentacles intertwined.”

“Still, it seems like the royal family hasn’t been completely eroded.”

Although they are all lumped together as old things and old gods, they are not all the same beings.

The famous old one served by those commonly called ‘warlocks’ was worshipped as the ‘god of death’ in many cultures.

They do not seek to kill all humans, as they gain power from human death.

Because if too many humans disappear, they too will either disappear or become infinitely weaker.

The church also tolerated their hostile coexistence, and punished only the criminal acts of the worshippers, not the worship itself.

So, even in the palace, black magicians could enter and create undead hunting dogs to guard the wine cellar, and black magicians could also establish themselves in the imperial magic workshop.

Also, the old ones who really want to kill or torture all humans do not corrupt and drive all their worshippers wild.

Abadonion also left the ‘priests’ wearing iron masks to their own devices and had them engage in missionary work.

The cunning and evil old things have now mostly figured out how to use human society to some extent.

The ring with the two tentacles intertwined was a very cunning one, an ancient one that would rather see one man’s downfall than the common death of a hundred, and it was so skilled in magic that its followers were uncountable.

“Whether you like it or not is another matter.”

I smiled faintly and slowly combed Sereraji’s messy hair.

The wizard’s robes and hood were not very suitable clothing for running quickly.

“Shouldn’t we all be arrested? Your expressions are brighter than what you’re saying. We ended up losing you.”

“Oh, yeah. I think I know who it is now.”

“how?”

It couldn’t be said that they were the guys who supplied illegal magic tools to the red-light district before returning.

“I saw it somewhere in the red-light district casino.”

“Really? That’s strange. I’ve been there for quite some time, but I’ve never seen anyone like that.”

“I heard the same thing about my sister from them. They avoided my sister. They were afraid that I would appear before the world’s greatest Sereraji as an illegal magician and burn to death.”

“Hmm. Okay.”

Sereraji nodded as if she understood.

She blinked her golden eyes a few times and then spoke in an unusually anxious voice.

“I see you have something to worry about.”

“worry?”

“If most of the royal family really cannot help but fall for the old ways, and if that is proven, will His Majesty want to spare us? You may be able to survive somehow, but… … .”

She trailed off.

“I don’t think you’d be the first to strike down a loyal subject. But I understand your concern for your older sister. Do you have any good ideas?”

Sereraji said hesitantly.

“Do you have a rough idea where I can find it?”

“huh.”

“How about we just dispose of everything right there? Before the power of the old one is even unleashed.”

“You killed him because he rebelled so much?”

“It’s an inevitable casualty during a fight. I barely managed to get my shield and staff. I don’t want to die because I have something to lose.”

I could fully understand what Sereraji was worried and afraid of.

I, too, was always on guard in my life before returning whenever a royal-related eroder appeared, wondering if Jaylilith would change her mind and cut me down too.

But the thought of killing innocent illegitimate children still bothered me.

It was the same for me and Sereraji that there was a possibility of corruption.

Bloodlines carry obligations and responsibilities, but I never thought those responsibilities were so heavy that I would have to die to prevent their fall.

“Depending on the situation. Let’s kill those who are severely eroded or corrupted. I think that would be better. In the first place, we won’t be able to capture those. However, let’s leave those who have distanced themselves from that side alone for now.”

“That’s unexpected.”

Sereraji opened her eyes wide.

I laughed bitterly to protect my reputation as a loser.

As much as he had shown himself remaining in the underpass for Mateos, he had to be more thorough with Sereraji.

“Maybe Your Majesty would find some use for it?”

“Ah. Okay. That could be possible.”

She nodded as if she understood.

“What could it be, huh?”

He narrowed his eyes as if he didn’t like the Vastatin sitting next to him.

“Respectful. We are your aunt or uncle.”

“Then what could it be?”

Contrary to her frivolous eyes and messy green hair, her reaction was surprisingly sensible.

“Have you been secretly controlling people’s lives like this? For your own gain?”

I ran my hands through my hair, shrugged my shoulders, and smiled wryly.

“It wasn’t particularly behind, it wasn’t secretive, and it didn’t do anything to influence anyone.”

The cafe was bustling with students gathered to study for exams.

“And this is not something you can say is for profit. It’s just to avoid loss. And besides, the loss isn’t money, it’s life.”

“Aren’t you embarrassed?”

“What? Working hard in a situation where you don’t know when your life will be lost?”

“For people who are working hard to live their one and only life, it’s about holding them accountable for the parts of their lives that they couldn’t decide on.”

Vastatin clenched his fist.

“We just wanted to live normally.”

I smiled bitterly and shook my head.

“Because of your bloodline, you can learn both swordsmanship and magic in an instant, and you’re ordinary? That’s not ordinary, it’s a deception. Can’t you see that everyone else is studying for exams to the death. That’s ordinary. The fact that magic is fun and swordsmanship is fun is very special and amazing.”

Vastatin opened his mouth wide.

I lightly hit the bastard’s neck with the edge of my hand to make him hide his fangs.

“You must have been like that too. It was nice to make medicine out of poison and suck the honey. That was special. The daily life you enjoyed was a special life. I’m not blaming you for that. Since you were born this way, you should enjoy it as much as you want.”

“We tried too.”

I said, crossing my legs.

“Was it as hard as they were?”

“… … .”

To discourage his rebellion, he made a sarcastic remark that he didn’t mean.

“Actually, that doesn’t matter.”

“!”

“This isn’t a world where those who work harder or have more difficulties succeed. The most important thing is status, and the next thing is talent. But if you’re born with both, shouldn’t you understand that there’s some kind of responsibility or duty that comes with it?”

He had a look on his face as if he had a lot to say but couldn’t quite organize it.

I said it like I was hammering a nail into it.

“I told you. I’m not going to kill them all. I’m only going to kill those who are too obsessed with the old things.”

“How much is… … ‘too much infatuation’?”

Vastatin asked, his eyes tearing vertically.

I drank the rest of my coffee in one gulp and answered.

“See with your own eyes.”

* * *

In front of the warehouse in the darkness, the grimoires came out one by one.

Among them, there were many that had covers made from human skin.