How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 67

How to live as a tyrant’s spoiled brat Episode 67

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We set off at first light the next day.

Every time they rested at the Wyvern Landing Site, they were attacked by orcs, goblins, and sometimes trolls up to 7 meters tall, but Jaryllis burned them all by summoning a golden afterimage-like dragon.

Later on, he completely blocked them from approaching, acting as if he was in a gentle mood.

With her unique insight and knowledge, Valencianus knew the true value of the magic she used, based on his experience before her return.

It was not a circle magic that originated from the elves, but the dragon language, the power of the dragons.

“Don’t you know that there are many different races of blood flowing in the royal family? Valen, you too, practice hard. Since you are my twin, won’t you be able to see results in no time?”

“I’ll cut off your neck the moment you write that. You shouldn’t say that with that kind of expression on your face.”

Jaylilith laughed brightly.

“Hmm. I got caught. But what is the Grand Duke of Sereraji so obsessed with these days?”

“Your Majesty, it’s nothing.”

“I know you know how to use the lightning verb. Don’t push yourself too hard and practice little by little. Every time you miscontrol your strength, doesn’t Sir Tentia, who rides the wyvern, tremble in shock?”

Sereraji asked, her face turning pale.

“Does Your Majesty have eyes on the back of his head?”

“I know it through the flow of mana. It feels like I’m seeing it, so I guess you could say I have eyes in the back of my head.”

Ten times we had that conversation around the campfire every evening.

Only then could we enter the sphere of influence of Margrave Freud.

Valencian looked out at the snow-covered forests and mountains under the dawn sky and told stories excitedly.

Rudy thought that whenever he rode the Wyvern, it was like going back to April of this year.

“Rudy. This mountain range is under the influence of Margrave Freuheit.”

“It’s not a territory, it’s a sphere of influence?”

“That means all the lords around here are vassals of Margrave Freuheit. Freuheit rules over five countships and over forty baronships.”

“Wow, that’s amazing. Were you once a royal family?”

“Yes. Now, the entire Marquisate is a single kingdom.”

Whenever Rudi heard such stories, she thought to herself that it was a good thing she had become Valencian’s maid.

Territories, knights, empires, policies, armies.

I was able to see up close the huge stories that I thought had no connection to her life.

“It seems like there are a lot of marquises in the Empire. Is there a reason for that?”

“The title of Marquis itself was created to grant various privileges to border lords who could prevent wars from breaking out. However, the empire continued to wage wars of conquest.”

“ah.”

“Whenever a new territory was created, the nobles who received it as a fief became marquises. So the farther away from the center you go, the more it becomes a marquisate.”

“That’s amazing.”

Valencianus pointed to the huge trees that had begun to appear on one side.

“Rudy. Look. It’s cool.”

“Oh my god. What kind of tree is that big? It must be 300 meters tall.”

Each and every tree was taller than the mountain next to it.

“It’s a giant tree. It’s not a specific tree species, but the forest where the elves lived is like that because of the spirits. They make huge warships out of it. Sometimes the elves come back, so the lords try to manage the giant forest well.”

A basin surrounded by high mountains appeared beneath our feet.

The center of the basin was filled with rough towers and buildings made from stacked natural stones.

A place where high mountains and giant forests alternate, where there is snow on the mountains all year round, and where there are mines dug by dwarves.

It was the Margrave of Freiheit.

* * *

The Wyvernpit of the Margrave of Freuheit was smaller than the capital’s, but it was still quite large.

Fortunately, it was right next to Yeongju Castle, so I was able to enter comfortably without being exposed to the cold wind.

Riding a wyvern and getting some fresh air is fun, but walking and getting some fresh air is hard work.

“Freelance knights, please stay at the hotel on the right!”

“Wizards, there will be a test tomorrow evening! Please wait comfortably!”

“From now on, the mercenary leaders whose names are called are confirmed for employment! Take your men and move to the camp!”

The street and square in front of the castle were as wide and clean as those in the capital.

A herald stood on a platform in the square, shouting at the free knights, mercenary captains, and wandering magicians.

Jaylilith, who had descended from the Marquis’ domain and was wearing a veil, muttered softly.

“It is certainly true that you are gathering troops.”

Sir Tentia’s red eyes sparkled as he looked at the various emblems, badges, and ornately painted armor of the Free Knights.

His manly face was filled with a spirit of victory.

In the short time she spent entering the castle, she glared at them, took a stance as if she was going to run out at any moment, and exchanged signals that were supposed to be knightly signals, but no matter how you looked at them, they were nothing more than raising their middle fingers.

Of course, the result of that battle was always the victory of Sir Tentia, who wore the masterpieces of the Imperial Steel Workshop and the Imperial Magic Sword Workshop.

“The armor worn on one’s body is the equivalent of a knight!”

“His Majesty Valen is right!”

“They really play well together.”

On the other hand, Sereraji looked upon wandering wizards with a deep, complex, and sympathetic gaze.

Being able to conduct research and training under a wealthy and powerful lord, using reagents to their heart’s content, was a privilege and a romanticism for elite magicians.

There was a big difference between standing outside on a cold, windy day and listening to the proclamation, or following a noble into a castle and exchanging meaningful words of wisdom and advice.

“Are you doing well, my ‘what ifs’?”

“Is that your sister’s saying?”

I didn’t follow Jaylilith into the gates, but waited for Sereraji for a while.

The guard at the door gave me a look that seemed to tell me to hurry up and go in, but he didn’t seem to have the courage to say that to me.

“I hate to admit it, but if it weren’t for you, I would have ended up like that too.”

“It was worse than that. Did you know there wasn’t even a church here?”

“If a genius like me falls like that, it will be a loss for the empire.”

“That’s why I came to find my sister.”

“How beautiful it is when someone tells me they need me. I never thought that I, who was so grateful to you, would see you with these eyes.”

The gold and silver in Sereraji were still filled with anger and contempt.

“You little brother, you loser. Why did you create a distance between you and me? Didn’t you know I would hate you? Do you like this?”

I answered, trying to smile bitterly.

“How could that be? I just did it because I had to.”

Sereraji turned around and said.

“Sometimes I feel like you are His Majesty the Emperor.”

“What the hell are you talking about!”

“It may seem arbitrary, but it’s actually true, and it makes you want to believe it.”

“… … .”

“So please be right in the future. I don’t want to hate you for giving me such a big opportunity. You selfish, show-off, drunkard, loser, little brother.”

“… … You just wanted to say one last thing, right?”

“You’re so smart.”

That wasn’t a compliment.

Rudy’s voice came from inside.

“Your Majesty Valen! Your Majesty Sereraji! Come in quickly!”

We walked inside the door at the same time.

Hearing the doorman, who had been keeping the door open, sigh in relief, he chuckled.

* * *

The Marquis welcomed us to the banquet hall.

The banquet hall had a high ceiling like the audience chamber of the Jagrill, and the walls were hung with ornate tapestries and the Freuheit family banners depicting trees and red shields.

The wooden table, which was clearly made of giant planks, was a whopping 50 meters long.

“Your grandfather’s grandfather received it as a gift from the elves. Nice to meet you. Grand Duke Valencianus. Margrave of the ‘High’ Freuchite. Sigmar Elzenus Freuchite.”

He had light brown hair and cold blue eyes, and he looked like a stubborn, hawk-like man heading towards one place.

He looked to be in his 30s, but as far as I know, he was already a father with three grown children.

Although he seemed to have no interest in grooming himself and his clothes were strangely out of style, he greeted us with the dignity typical of a nobleman.

“Thank you for your hospitality. I am Valencianus Soletaraon Soletaras, advisor to His Majesty the Emperor.”

Although I was an Archduke, there was an impassable wall between a nominal Archduke with no land to stick an awl in and a Marquis who held a land the size of a kingdom.

“Don’t worry, I told you to prepare a separate meal for the attendants you brought. They will also find the bread softer when they eat it away from their master.”

“You are right.”

Even taking that into account, I listened to the Marquis’s words with a somewhat cowardly attitude.

Of course, he knew that soon, Jaylilith would push the Marquis to the point of overturning the table.

Even before her return, she had been reluctant to leave the capital.

That’s why once I left the capital, I came back after finishing everything.

Sitting at the 50m long table were just me, Jaylilith, Sereraji, and the Marquis.

Of course, there were servants, maids, servants, and maids around, but in this place where the Emperor and the Marquis were sitting across from each other, there was no one below the rank of knight.

I waited for the food, secretly looking at him with pity.

Fortunately, the food was very tasty.

Smoked deer leg was the main dish, melting in your mouth with a subtle oak smoke flavor.

Serena, sitting next to me, whispered in my ear.

“It’s about to start.”

Jaylilith and the Marquis were sitting across from each other, just as Jaylilith was sipping her wine.

Her long, platinum-blond hair was tied neatly, and her golden eyes shone beneath a thin veil.

“I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve had wine that wasn’t poisoned. Even if I kill three servants a day, spies and assassins still come in from somewhere. It’s a very deep taste. Thank you, Marquis.”

The Marquis raised his head and said.

“You are most welcome.”

“But if this banquet hall is filled with knights, my share of the drinks will be reduced.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You must know the meaning of Jim’s inaction.”

Marquis Freuheit took a deep breath.

He, like other great nobles, was in the capital on the day when the Crown Prince’s faction and the First Prince’s faction were destroyed and Jaylilith ascended to the throne.

“When you heard that your luggage was coming, you would have hidden the half-siblings that you brought that day.”

That day, the great nobles fled back to their own territories, taking with them one by one the royal family members who had fled to Jaylilith.

If the emperor shows weakness one day, everyone will claim to be the emperor or demand independence.

Even knowing that, there was a reason why Jaylilith remained silent.

Having seen her inaction that day, there was an expectation that she would not start a war recklessly, and there was a belief that since they were great nobles, they would take care of the encroachment part well.

The Marquis of Planitis went to war to avenge his wife.

Her inaction was so absolute that even the great nobles who waged war when bored would only think of going to war if their wives were to be avenged.

“But did you hide the magic mirror together with Jim’s relatives?”

“your majesty.”

“I have never sensed any sign of encroachment or old things in your domain or your vassals’ domains during the entire time I have been flying here on my wyvern.”

Marquis Freuheit was about to say something, but Jaylilith raised a hand and cut him off as if addressing an administrator.

It was an impertinent act to do to a great noble vassal, but no one could stop the enraged emperor.

“Did you say you were going to gather an army and fight a war for territory? Did you have a curse or a gear that prevented you from lying? What on earth did you gather knights, magicians, and mercenaries to do? Did you look down on me because I was young? Answer me.”

Her voice rang coolly in the spacious banquet hall.

The Marquise was sweating profusely, as if she was under pressure, even though she wasn’t showing any signs of strength.

He blurted it out as if he was making a big decision.

“I will show you the magic mirror in person tomorrow.”

“Of course it should be so. Why do you speak as if you were showing me great mercy?”

“You will find out tomorrow. So please calm down and have a good night.”

The meal ended like that.

Before he knew it, a confident smile appeared on his lips.

I don’t know what kind of confidence you have.

If I were gathering an army and Jaylilith came looking for me, I would have just knelt down and watched.

* * *

Jaylilith looked back and forth between the demon and the marquis.

And then he let it out with a deep sigh.

“I understand.”