How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 56

How to live as a tyrant’s spoiled brat, episode 55

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As long as people live, even if the sun goes out, the red light will not go out.

The red-light district was best described by the phrase that was recalled as he walked down the street.

“Take the woman and lock her up. Don’t touch her, we have to do the work.”

“Yes, Sister.”

“Men, throw the badly injured ones into the sewer, and treat the injured ones.”

“Is there any possibility?”

“Never touch those who crawl on their own. That way, the other ‘stores’ won’t rebel for no reason.”

“You are always wise.”

The lower jaw of the red mask is open, and the red mask is biting a bear’s paw.

It was illegally smuggled tobacco that was not sold in churches.

She took a deep breath of smoke and spat it out, shouting.

“Okay. Let’s go in.”

“Wow!”

At the same time, the guards following her shouted and rushed toward the entrance of the hotel casino in front of them.

“Those kids!”

“Stop it!”

The ‘shop’s’ servants were terrified and swung their steel clubs at the door.

“asleep!”

“Pierce through!”

Every time the club was swung, heads and limbs were shattered.

“We are the hope of this street!”

Even on a night when 70% of the red-light district was swept away, the only one who was unharmed was the ‘hope’ of the red mask, so the morale of the guards following her was high.

“let’s go!”

The guards of the raided hotel could not hold out and fell one by one.

“These kids dare… … .”

At that moment, a large, middle-aged man ran out of the casino.

He knocked down three guards in red masks with two swift kicks, then swung his club at a speed too fast to be seen, knocking down four more.

Judging from the fact that he hit the temple exactly and caused a concussion, he was clearly a skilled mercenary.

“Guys! Wake up!”

Just as the momentum was about to pick up with the man joining in, the red mask gestured to the sharp-faced man behind him.

It was a prayer that once allowed two archduke’s to escape from the ‘Future’ casino.

He ran up the stairs, brandishing two short swords.

The hotel guards tried to fight them off, but the sword user who controlled mana had a different reaction speed.

Phew, phew!

“Ahh!”

“Ugh… … !”

Before they could raise their weapons, most of them were stabbed in the thighs and sides and rolled on the floor.

“I’ve seen great people, but now I don’t even notice people like you.”

Taak, and sak-!

A man with a sharp appearance blocked a steel club with a short sword and instantly slit the neck of a large man.

“When you retired from being a mercenary, didn’t you completely step away from this world?”

“I should have. Damn it. I was going to live in the capital with my family… … .”

A large man knelt before the entrance door.

The red mask passed him, surrounded by guards.

“Fool.”

By the time she entered the casino on the first floor of the hotel, the inside was already cleaned up.

“I think it would be better for all of us if we just signed.”

He made the manager there kneel and sign a contract requiring him to pay 30% of the net profits.

“Kiss me.”

The Red Mask held out his ringed hand, mimicking the oath of loyalty of nobles and knights.

The manager in his fifties clenched his teeth in humiliation for a moment, but he pulled himself together after seeing the ominous gazes of the ‘Hope’ guards surrounding him.

There was a widespread rumor that behind the red mask was the world’s most promising young man, Valencianus.

It’s not even 30% of sales, but 30% of net profit, so it’s still a reasonable amount to pay.

Now that you are under the shadow of the hegemon, there is no need to fight with the surrounding ‘stores’.

Considering the church donations that were made to treat the injured children, it could have actually been profitable.

He obediently kissed the ring on the red mask.

“Good job, little brother.”

“Yes, Sister.”

“I’ll start paying the child support next month. I’ll use this for the kids’ medical expenses.”

“thank you.”

As the man bowed deeply, the red mask smiled with satisfaction and stood up.

“Guys, let’s go!”

“We are the hope of this street!”

The red mask smiled happily and returned to hope.

And on the way back, I ran into about fifteen swordsmen.

In their hands, clearly from the slums, were long swords made from ground iron plates.

“shit!”

“Stop it!”

The red-light district was narrow from the time it was built, a case where the goals of the managers, who wanted to expand their stores by any means possible, and the administrators, who wanted to reduce the scale of the fights, coincided.

Because the road was narrow, it was difficult to take advantage of numerical superiority, and it was difficult for personnel from the rear or front to join the battlefield.

Although the overall number of Hope Guards was much greater, there were only five or six guards at the front who could protect the enemy masks.

As the guards fell one by one, cut down by longswords, and the sword user who had been guarding the rear ran out through the crowd, the swordsmen were already thrusting their swords at the enemy mask.

“A flame that embraces you wholeheartedly.”

“uh?”

“Ahh!”

And after just one word was uttered, a dozen or so swordsmen rolled across the floor.

No matter how rough life was in the slums, the flames were unbearable.

The Red Mask raised his head while supporting his injured subordinates.

From around the corner of the building, a white-haired, golden-eyed royal wearing a white mask was leisurely walking out.

From the faint smile behind the mask to the hem of the white uniform, there was not a single part of him that was not arrogant.

“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been saved by you. Thank you.”

“I know, that’s enough. You’re not the type of person to apologize with your mouth open.”

He naturally joined the crowd and walked beside the enemy mask.

“How does it feel to be the ruler of this street?”

“I’m having a hard time being treated as a traitor. I’ve been attacked three times today.”

“That doesn’t feel right.”

“It’s great. My unearned income is increasing, and I feel like I’m living a better life when I hear people call me ‘big sister’. I wonder how I ever lived as a manager.”

“Did you do a good job of soaking the ‘organization’?”

She nodded without hesitation.

“Even if we say this is the land, isn’t it just a capital city? If you act as a king by trusting those who can’t even handle a longsword, you’re just like a fox in the back mountain. … … A fox that doesn’t know when it will be eaten by a wolf is safer next to a dragon or a lion.”

“Okay, I know that.”

The Red Mask knew the answer he wanted.

She never once looked down on royalty and nobility for hanging out in her shop.

Valencian’s yellow eyes shone coldly.

“Don’t spread drugs, and don’t mess with the information of the royal family or nobles. You never know when the knights will come. Don’t touch strange sorcery or magical tools. If you’re not careful, you’ll get involved with the Corruptors and the knights will flock to the streets. Don’t touch illegal loan sharks. The Emperor is anxious because he can’t collect cash to expand his military.”

“yes.”

“If you just keep that, you’ll probably be able to continue living as the king of these streets.”

For Valencianus, the red mask was an unexpected gift.

If Sereraji, Rudy, and Tentia were a relationship that had to be achieved, then the Red Mask was a relationship that lasted by luck.

It’s human nature to not want to let go of something you have, so I wanted to make sure that things were going well.

“Would you like to go out and play? There are many pretty girls in our store.”

“Okay. I have to go to work.”

“If women are anxious about the bloodline leak, what about men? There are many good ones.”

“Even if you don’t have work, you’re still a failure.”

Valencian straightened his face, and the red mask smiled, clearly visible even through his mask.

As she passed in front of the store, she handed the guard the pouch she had prepared in advance, and Valencian smiled, even through his mask.

Gold was as good as gold now.

* * *

Jin, a sharp and solid-looking boy with gray hair and blue eyes, walked through the academy where the leaves were starting to turn red.

A boy walked alone down the street wearing a coat, a girl sat under a tree writing poetry, and a couple walked down the street together, exchanging poetic words.

All three were scenes that fit this learning distance, but Jin was an exception.

“Jin. It hasn’t even been that long since the midterms were over, and you’re going to study again?”

“I’m sorry! There’s a phrase I really want to memorize today.”

The children of the noble families who usually accompanied him waved their hands.

“As expected, he is the top student. Let’s follow his example and focus on our studies.”

“Seeing His Majesty increasing his military forces, perhaps even someone like you could secure a place in His Majesty’s army?”

“Haha. This guy’s words are harsh. If you want to enter the Imperial Magic Workshop as a stepping stone for the workshop owners… … .”

Jin left their friendly conversation behind and headed to the den between the Magic Street and the Learning Street.

Where a student in a black robe runs around holding a green potion, and a blue-haired wizard chases a fleeing three-headed cat.

A place where octopuses in fish tanks walk down the street with only their legs out of the tank, and where scrolls with self-extinguishing magic but the side effect of which is an explosion are made and sold.

Jin headed to the basement of a building on that street where suspicious potions, suspicious magic tools, and suspicious people gathered.

“I’m late. Sorry. Class ended late.”

“No. No. As a student, you should focus on your studies.”

The Archduke in white uniform was waiting inside, laughing cruelly and mischievously.

Jin suddenly wondered how old he was.

Because he sometimes had the expression of a professor with decades of experience, even though he seemed younger than him.

“These are the kids? They’re the ones who messed with the erosion this time.”

“Yes. One third grader and two adult classes.”

In the basement, three students were tied up tightly.

Jin was the illegitimate son of the royal family who created and managed the group.

Valencian asked as if he had no interest in anything.

“How did it get eroded?”

“A boy bought a book of magic from a used bookstore without knowing it was a forbidden book, and while reading it, he became mentally polluted. The boy himself doesn’t seem to be in such a bad state, but the two others are the problem.”

Valencian opened the eyelids of the boy who was reading the book for the first time and looked into his eyes, and Jin watched his actions carefully.

He examined two boys and a girl and let out a sigh.

“Yeah. The first one I read about and this girl are okay. Go to the church with the forbidden book and tell them the story and get purified. I’ll pay for it. But this guy is the problem. He’s so bad that if he gets purified now, he’ll either die or become an idiot. His eyes and ears will be ruined.”

“ah.”

“What do you want to do?”

Jin felt his limits several times during the past month.

He thought he had accomplished a lot compared to his peers, but there were too many people in the world who were beyond his understanding and judgment.

“You don’t know?”

So when Valencian pulled out a dagger from his bosom and stabbed the boy deep in the back of his neck, he wasn’t that flustered, but rather, he was even more flustered at himself.

Because I unconsciously thought there must be a reason.

“why……?”

“Even an idiot is a member of the royal family, but an idiot has no mental strength at all.”

“yes.”

“Then the old ones will come in and run wild.”

“!”

“There’s no point in purifying it. Don’t make that face. At your age, you still don’t know.”

At that moment, Jin blurted out the question he had been holding in his mind.

“I am eighteen years old. How old is your Highness the Duke?”

For a moment, a crack appeared on Valencian’s face.

The age of his body was now only seventeen.

“Okay. What does age matter?”

He gave a vague answer, handed over some gold coins for the church donation, and left the basement.

“Please take care of me in the future as well. Don’t push yourself too hard. If you have any capable kids, let me know.”

“Are you going to the capital city of Seowon…?”

“Of course. A symbol of cooperation and mutual prosperity between His Majesty and the Church! How wonderful is that?”

Jin saw the smile on his face like that of a 40-year-old administrative official.

The golden eyes shone inhumanly.

That attitude of just doing what needs to be done.

He was more afraid of him now than when he was about to throw himself at the outraged Ban, who thought he would testify against him.

I feel like I would kill someone without any anger or murderous intent, just because it’s more efficient.

… … What is the standard of efficiency for him?

What could he do more easily and quickly to be efficient?

“Jin. What are you thinking?”

“Oh, no.”

“I’ve been working hard today, should I go for a drink?”

* * *

Tentia walked the streets at night with Valencianus.

Even the strict curfew provided exceptions for knights and the royal family.

She looked at him and felt a moment of creepiness.

He was still drunk when he left the bar, but as soon as Jin returned to the dorm, his expression changed and his gait returned to normal as if he had never been drunk.

… … For Knight Tentia, fighting was always a fair fight.

A knight could gain fame and wealth only by winning fair duels, jousting, and battles.

Because the opponent is also an equal knight.

But lately, one question has been on her mind.

Can you deal with cowards in a fair way?

‘Because I had to tell you.’

‘The problem of the eroders is no longer someone else’s problem. The church that had been building a wall for the past year has a reason to come to the imperial palace first.’

Valencian was right.

Didn’t the saint and Bishop Hong come to the palace?

Wouldn’t it be meaningless to fight fair and square against cowards?

“Kyung. You look worried.”

“Is it revealed?”

“How many times has Kyung not told you that you are not compatible with the spirit?”

Tentia opened her mouth with a small sigh.

“I am not sure if it is right for me to teach Your Majesty the proper way of the sword and the knighthood. I hate to admit it, but isn’t it Your Majesty’s reckless schemes and provocations that ultimately brought about good results for the royal family?”

As a knight among knights, it was a question she had thought about for a long time.

But Valencian answered sharply, as if he didn’t need to think about it.

“No.”

“Why?”

“Those who don’t care about the means and methods are the weaker ones. And the world always belongs to the strong. If I had power like Kyung… … I might have been cleaner than I am now.”

“!”

“The Lord is making me cleaner and cleaner. Didn’t you kick my leg when I was sparring with Lord Bonnell during free sparring yesterday?”

“No.”

“Always trust Kyung. Kyung is a knight worth believing in.”

Valencian stumbled again, seeing Tentia’s expression of emotion.

“Oh my, I guess I’m talking nonsense because I’m drunk.”

‘I thought it was going to fail.’

He broke into a cold sweat inside.

This is because Tentia had to work harder than anyone else to become a Sword Master.

“Yes, I understand. I, Tentia, will definitely show you how to rehabilitate Your Highness. Starting tomorrow, I will extend our free sparring period by one hour.”

Fortunately or unfortunately.

“Ha, can you think about it just once? Fighting an opponent I can’t win against makes me a coward.”

She smiled proudly and said clearly.

“I will not accept any objections from those who have taken it.”