How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 64

How to live as a tyrant’s spoiled brat Episode 64

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The shouts of the thugs tore through the silence of the night, and hundreds of torches flickered in the darkness.

It was like a slime with hundreds of eyes was surging forward.

A girl with a clever and sharp impression, Cornell smiled lowly and gave orders to the surrounding assassins.

“Take the injured children and the safe and retreat to the secret base.”

“The captain… … ?”

“You have to go together.”

“Where are you going on this bridge? This is the third floor. Go quickly. This is an order.”

Amon gave them the nature to follow a leader.

The assassins retreated, their voices still slurring.

Cornell stood leaning against the window, drawing his dagger.

There was no hope for mercy.

If you are caught, you will be asked to die.

Before that, rather… … .

“uh?”

She opened her tightly shut eyes.

The dagger disappeared from his grasp.

“Can I help you?”

On a winter night, a blond-haired boy named Archduke stood with his back to the full moon by the window as the cold wind blew.

He wore a white uniform embroidered with gold thread and a red belt, and his inhuman golden eyes flashed and he smiled with an inscrutable smile.

“Put this back.”

He came through the window, twirled the dagger, and thrust it toward the handle.

“how……?”

Cornell took it and asked.

Valencian answered as if it was a given.

“Did you really think I would believe everything you said and just go back?”

“!”

“I needed to see if you were truly a follower of Amon, and if what you said was true.”

Cornell gritted his teeth.

“I thought I was very careful about my surroundings.”

“I’m the one who grew up to be like you. I can read your mind so well.”

Rudy and Tentia followed him into the room.

“Rudy. Let’s deal with the remaining combatants together. Sir Tentia. You have to drive them out. Can you do it?”

A maid with a cheerful expression, her brown hair tied up in a ponytail, pulled out a pistol from inside her neat maid’s uniform, and a dashing red-haired knight pulled down his helmet.

“Yes, Lord Valen.”

“Yes, Your Majesty Valen.”

Valencian helped Cornell up on crutches and carried a large wheeled chair down to the first floor.

“colon!”

“Where is the injection!”

The surviving combatants revealed their teeth here and there on the stairs.

It had an appearance that seemed like a mix of a wolf and a human, with long tentacles moving around on its neck and back, and its fingers and toes had also turned into thick tentacles.

Cornell stood there, embarrassed, close to Valencian.

As much as she had created them, she knew how agile and tough those combat crews were.

But Valencian smiled calmly as if to tell her not to worry.

Because Rudy aimed his twin pistols, his green eyes gleaming behind his square glasses.

“Who dares to raise their voices in front of you? Everyone, please lie down on the floor and let your brains drip!”

She rolled her shoulders back, locked her shoulder blades, and pulled the trigger repeatedly.

Taaang! Taaang! Taaang! Taaang!

It was a rapid fire attack that easily surpassed first-class archers.

Thanks to my training with Tentia, I am no longer swayed by backlash.

“!”

The mutated combatants that were popping out from all over the place literally burst out without even being able to scream.

“Your Majesty, up there!”

The combat crew member hanging from the ceiling kicked off the wall and ran.

Drool dripped from between his vicious fangs.

Valencian swung his sword, covering Cornell with his body.

“How dare you show your teeth in front of your Savior!”

Imperial Swordsmanship Level 1, Ichigo.

The mana accumulated through meditation practice moved according to the control power inherited from the previous life.

The mana that originally wrapped around his muscles like a thin thread became thick like an iron chain, and his body accelerated several times.

The white Mana Blade was covered in a brilliant gold light, and his sword was swung vertically in a golden crescent moon-like trajectory.

The sword that had entered the combat crew member’s chest came out between his legs.

Phew!

The corpse, cut in half in midair, fell to the floor, and Valencian unconsciously tried to cover Connell’s eyes.

But Cornell spoke calmly, without changing his expression.

“Thank you, Your Majesty. Now, shall we retreat with the knight? Even the Platinum Knight cannot handle that number.”

Valencian clicked his tongue in self-deprecation and glanced out the window.

“There’s no need for that.”

“yes?”

“Look at this while you’re at it. Why do knights rule the world? Knights are a race that has the strength and stamina of an ogre, the agility and mana affinity of an elf, and they’re nobles.”

Tentia was standing in front of the building, with her back to the building, waving the red ribbon of her helmet.

She shouted into the sea of approaching torches and thugs.

“I am Tentia, a knight of His Highness the Grand Duke of Valencian! I will not kill anyone who retreats.”

The voice was loud enough to drown out the footsteps of the slum thugs.

But they were already a group of poor thugs whose momentum had already been on the rise.

“It’s a knight!”

“Even so, it’s only one year! If we go with this number of people and push them away, that’s the end of it!”

“That armor is mine!”

They were usually not the poor or the displaced, but those who actively chose to erode in pursuit of power, or those who took on dirty work in the red-light district.

Those who thought they could win did not back down.

If you think about it a little more, you’ll understand what it means to stand in front of thousands of people without hesitation.

Hwaruk, a red mana blade blazed on Tentia’s longsword.

Ta-da, she kicked the ground as fast as the wind.

It was a speed that Cornell couldn’t even keep up with with his eyes.

Only the red light of the Mana Blade remained as a line in the air.

Tentia charged like a meteor into the thousands of thugs of the poor.

“ah.”

Can one person deal with a thousand people?

Cornell just got an answer to that question.

She looked out at the dark street with a bewildered expression.

Evil-! Saaaaak-!

The red line swept in like a storm.

Hundreds of necks and limbs flew up.

It seemed as if the wheat grains were bouncing off the straw placed on the threshing machine.

A monster with hundreds of blazing eyes, a wave of thugs crashed into the breakwater called the Knight, stopped, and eventually broke.

Hundreds and thousands of torches split and scattered in all directions, fleeing into the darkness.

The monster’s burning eyes seemed to scatter and run away.

Valencian smiled contentedly and muttered.

“As expected, it’s Kyung-Tia.”

Soon he turned to Cornell, who was still in a daze, and said with his inhuman golden eyes shining.

“Cornell.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“You’re smart, so I think you’ve learned a lot.”

“… … the old ones were uncontrollable.”

It was a slightly hoarse voice.

He suggested with a smirk.

“Would you like to do something with me?”

* * *

The average age at which a person becomes the master of the Hwangrip Magic Workshop is in their 50s.

In such a place, there was a wizard who proudly became the owner of a workshop in his early 20s.

Sereraji, a sharp-looking wizard with long blue hair and blue and yellow gold and silver bangs.

She had already placed two large orders in less than a year since she joined.

A spell that causes electricity to spread widely rather than seeping into the ground, and a spell that causes electricity to dig into armor.

The former was the product of a brilliant idea, the latter the result of systematic research.

Both have reached the stage where they can be mass-produced as magic scrolls or magic tools after being formulated.

It wasn’t a great achievement for someone his age, it was just a great accomplishment.

“We can’t just suck our thumbs.”

“I’ll research some sniping techniques that we can use together.”

“This research is abandoned! There is no need to research the power of lightning magic any longer. Just focus on reducing casting time!”

It was enough to rekindle the competitive spirit of the proud workshop owners who had been called geniuses their entire lives.

Of course, the students and cadets in the workshop screamed, but that was their fate.

“It’s a nice day.”

Sereraji, who had just arrived at work, tried to start the day by greeting students and cadets who had not been able to leave work yesterday.

“You look happy today too. The corners of your mouth are hanging down to your ears.”

So when she spotted Valencian on her studio sofa, she jumped like a cat that had been shocked by a lightning scroll and waved her staff.

“Whoa! When did you get in here? I clearly put your special shock spell on the doorknob.”

Valencianus replied, letting go of the cat he was petting.

“When I called, they opened the door from the inside. They were so happy when I brought them bread. You have a lot of money, so please take good care of the kids’ meals.”

“When you’re burning with passion for learning, don’t you even think about food? Not everyone in the world lives for alcohol and meat like you, Valen.”

Sereraji couldn’t understand how someone who was looking into magic could think about food.

But the students and cadets working all night in one room seemed to think differently.

“The number of attached mouths has increased a lot.”

Valencian shrugged and changed the subject.

Sereraji followed along, frowning.

“I have a lot of work to do. His Majesty wants finished products. I might have to set up another workshop outside. I’m not interested in that, but His Majesty wants to mass-produce my magic scrolls and use them as weapons of war. You’re not the one who instigated it, are you?”

Valencian averted his eyes.

Sereraji let out a deep sigh.

“Yeah, that’s your job. Do your best.”

“Are you swearing at me because I don’t draw?”

“You pay me a salary. Since you get a salary, aren’t you going around slicing people?”

“I only serve the Empire and His Majesty the Emperor!”

“So, can you work for free?”

Valencian’s face convulsed for a moment, but then quickly subsided.

“In fact, the salary for an advisory position is meager, and most of the income comes from bribes, embezzlement, and bonuses, so it seems like you could end up working for free.”

“This is the first time I’ve seen such a bunch of bastards. As expected, the siblings are a pair of vicious bastards.”

Sereraji muttered in a low voice so that no one could hear, then raised his head and asked.

“So why did you come here?”

“Didn’t you say there was a ring among the magic tools? Please lend me that forever. I’ll test it in a field and bring you a report on the results.”

“What kind of nonsense is this, asking to borrow it forever? Please use precise language.”

Contrary to what he said, Sereraji had a puzzled expression on her face.

The real-world test data was definitely valuable, because as a builder I wanted to test how great my stuff was.

So she clicked her tongue and called the cadet to bring her the ring.

* * *

It was a snowy day in December.

The necklace gang shouted in front of the slum lot.

“Get in line! Get in line!”

“There is enough ration. If you don’t line up, you will be buried!”

“If you want to go out as a laborer for the red-light district redevelopment, come here after you get your meal! You have to put your name on the list and send it in by tomorrow.”

“If you want to work in a brick factory, come here!”

“Those whose names are being called now, please go to the temporary chapel outside this evening. The seminary students who have come to serve will perform a miracle of purification!”

Poor people from outside the capital and poor people originally living there lined up together without any distinction.

From redevelopment workers, brickyards, distribution, to erosion cleanup.

It was a sight that was hard to imagine as it was a place where blood had been spewed just a few weeks ago.

I said, watching the scene from the corner of a building far away.

“Cornell. You’re doing great.”

Cornell, standing next to her on crutches, shook his head.

She was clever and intelligent, with her reddish brown hair tied back neatly, a smart coat that seemed out of place on this street, and a prosthetic arm carved from wood.

“It’s just the beginning. The red-light district redevelopment hasn’t even started yet. We don’t know which construction guild the leader of the Black Iron Knights, Barbatos, will hire, so we have to go around and beg them to hire our manpower.”

“But you took medicine and food, right?”

“It’s all thanks to His Majesty Valen. He told me to gather all the suspicious stones, books, and daggers with inscriptions and donate them to the church. Thanks to him, I am able to receive food and medical treatment, and I am very grateful.”

I learned about the presence of passionate seminarians from the example of Dismas, a friend of Mateos.

With Jin, who was becoming a big name day by day on the streets of learning, it was not difficult to attract new students who were anxious because they could not put what they had learned into practice right away.

If this happens, the number of people who unintentionally end up falling into the abyss will be greatly reduced.

“Are you thankful to me? Are you thankful to the church?”

Cornell averted his eyes.

“Of course, both of you.”

I smiled faintly and looked at her hand.

A silver ring with a large yellow gemstone was worn on the middle finger of his right hand.

“Is the ring still usable?”

As Cornell clenched his fist, yellow electricity crackled.

“Thanks to this, I’ve been able to overcome three rebellions, five raids, and four resistances. It’s priceless to me. However, sometimes the attack range gets too big and even our own troops get swept away. I think it would be better to make it a bit duller.”

“Good product review. Please write a long one. That way, the manufacturer will have you test the next item.”

“Yes. I have already prepared it.”

I took the envelope she gave me and put it in my bosom, and handed her the pouch containing a few gold coins.

“I’m not telling you to live a good life. Just don’t cross the line and win. If you keep holding on here, the number of drugs, contract killings, and erosion will decrease.”

Also, I wonder how high you can fly.

Cornell’s almond eyes gleamed with venom and gunfire.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you don’t have to worry.”

* * *

A magnificent audience hall decorated like the night sky with tall pillars and constellation-like chandeliers.

Jaylilith, sitting on the throne, asked me with boredom.

“I told you to just show up in the slums, and you came back after solving everything. So why did you choose that kid as your local helper?”

“I have the ability, so I will increase my power. I serve Amon, so I will not fall for corruption. I saw my father’s end, so I will not touch medicine. Also… … .”

“also?”