How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 7

How to live as a tyrant’s spoiled brat Episode 7

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I hardened my face and thought about what to say.

Using mana against a knight was tantamount to confessing that he had learned the sword.

“What are you talking about?”

I snapped as angrily as I could.

If I made a mistake, I might regress and have my throat cut in about a month.

“What did I learn from learning swordsmanship? It’s all your fault for being so sloppy. Are you trying to make your opponent into a genius to prove that you’re not an idiot?”

“Your Majesty, don’t talk nonsense.”

“It’s my turn to say something.”

I smiled evilly and raised my training sword.

I guess I’ll have to try shock therapy.

“Did you say you would teach me shame? I will become your shame.”

I drew my training sword and rushed at him.

A cool breeze blew across the smokescreen as darkness began to fall.

The young knight gritted his teeth as he saw my eyes roll back.

We clashed with a loud crash.

Every time I swung my sword, I felt my movements becoming more natural.

The experiences I gained from my previous life were dragging my immature body along.

The intangible energy flowing through my blood assisted my body movements, which were not yet optimized, precisely according to my will.

Kang!

The sword I swung struck the young knight’s breastplate once again.

“You potential traitor!”

The young knight roared and brought down his sword.

Pfft, I kicked him hard below the knee the moment his sword was raised.

The young knight stumbled.

I lifted my leg and pushed him in the chest, knocking him over.

The young knights who had been practicing scattered around heard the sound of metal and gathered together one by one.

“What a cowardly technique.”

“It’s not a technique that can’t be used on the battlefield, but it’s not a technique that can be used on the training grounds.”

“They say he’s a loser, but he really fights dirty.”

“All those who run around with bottles of alcohol are like that.”

I pricked up my ears and listened to their conversation.

The reaction was as expected.

As soon as he confirmed it, he burst into an arrogant laugh.

I had to prove that their judgment was correct.

“You should have introduced me when I asked you to!”

“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”

The knight, who had staggered to his feet, opened his eyes wide as he couldn’t keep up with the fire.

I bent down and kicked the knight’s ankle again.

The knight, who was extremely exhausted, stumbled greatly.

“Little sister! Big sister!”

I deliberately shouted out some dirty words and swung my sword three times, hitting the breastplate.

Eventually, his face turned bright red.

I just hoped you’d see it as my heart beating fast.

Kang, Kang, Kang!

There was a crackling sound and sparks flew.

The surrounding knights frowned at his useless and sadistic actions.

“How frivolous.”

“Introduction? Come to think of it, I think I’ve heard rumors that Prince Valen is a womanizer.”

“Didn’t Lord Bonnell have a sister?”

“I guess I know what the situation is. Why did I end up with that guy?”

As I listened to that conversation, I wondered how I could make myself look more like a scoundrel, like someone who had never learned the sword.

Before his worries could be over, the young knight regained his composure.

He said, catching his breath.

“I didn’t think you’d take this out on a punk like me.”

A red light flashed in his eyes.

Imperial Swordsmanship Level 1, Ichigo.

The art of accepting and accelerating loads.

I hastily put down my sword, lowered my posture, and put strength into my whole body.

But the young knight had no choice but to stop halfway.

“Hold on!”

“Are you planning to kill me?”

“But still, they are royalty.”

Because three of his fellow knights rushed in and grabbed him.

A knight with a long scar on his face stood before me.

“Your Highness the Duke of Valen. My name is Kalliel.”

“Sir Kaliel. I am so grateful to you for saving me from that rude knight.”

“… … ?”

Kaliel moved his lips as if he had a lot to say.

“I won’t ask who drew his sword first.”

“That knight pointed his sword at me first.”

The surrounding knights looked as if they had no faith in anyone.

“I don’t know the details, but if there is a conflict, resolve it through a proper duel.”

I gathered all my patience.

Trying to hold back from cheering.

“duel?”

I tried to lower my voice.

“I will give you until this Friday to practice. I will report to my superiors for permission to practice with His Highness the Grand Duke of Valen’s sword.”

“I’m welcome. Ask that knight. He must want to run away after being hit by my carelessly swung sword and rolling on the ground.”

Imperial knights are strong.

But I am a person who has reached the level of Sword Expert.

I can easily win against a rookie knight without even showing off my skills.

“Sir Bonnell. Are you all right?”

“I will definitely repay the humiliation I received from that scoundrel.”

“Make sure to do so. His Majesty will be present.”

For a moment I thought I had misheard.

“Wait a minute, I thought you just said “Your Majesty”? What did you mean?”

Sir Calliel answered.

“This Friday, His Majesty will be observing the training of our Platinum Knights. I was planning to hold the duel as an event at that time, but is there a problem?”

She is a sword master.

You’ll know at a glance that I’m lucky and not some wild punk who’s properly trained in swordsmanship.

Moreover, the imperial swordsmanship I use is a swordsmanship that she developed.

If you ask me how I knew something I hadn’t even taught you, there’s no way to answer.

What should I do?

“Your Highness, your face has suddenly turned pale. Are you scared?”

Young knight, Sir Bonnell said to me.

His bloodshot eyes gleamed.

“How can that be? My heart is about to burst with anticipation. If you don’t want to be hit in front of His Majesty, then practice hard.”

I turned around, pretending to be relaxed.

Cold sweat ran down my back.

Now that it’s come to this, it’s just practice after practice.

I had to subdue him in one breath and pretend that I won by luck.

* * *

I hated lying.

This is because I have seen countless people die from lying in their past lives.

I hated that peculiar tension.

I hated how lying to cover up a mistake, then telling a bigger lie to cover up that lie, and before I knew it, it had gotten out of control.

So I always told the truth.

If there’s something that absolutely must be hidden, then don’t tell the whole truth.

But my stubbornness didn’t work in this life either.

The virtue of honesty did not work on a person who would kill you if you told the truth and if you were caught lying.

In this world, guilt and innocence are determined by a single word from the monarch.

Still, it was a life I had experienced once.

“Lord Valen? Lord Valen!”

“Sorry. Did you call?”

“Here’s some cold water. Take your time. You might collapse if you do something wrong. It’s already hot outside.”

Early summer in June. The weather was already muggy and there was not a single tree shade in the open space near the Red Moon Palace.

“Thank you. But if I rest now, I might have to rest for the rest of my life.”

I answered, wiping my sweat away.

“I brought you some salt, so please eat some.”

Rudy nodded his head, looking at me with pitiful eyes.

“okay.”

I put down my sword, picked up the salt with two fingers, and poured it into my mouth.

“Are you having any success?”

She asked cautiously.

I smiled brightly and nodded.

“More than expected.”

My body, undamaged by alcohol and drugs, moved as I wished.

Mana flowed from the heart, along the blood vessels, throughout the body, and wrapped around the muscles to assist.

There was no need to bypass clogged blood vessels like in my previous life, nor was there any need to strain to replace dead muscles with mana.

The quantity was not large yet, but that was something that time would solve.

* * *

“His Majesty will begin his regular inspection in the second week of June. I ask all the knights of the guard to please show us the results of their training.”

The attendant shouted into the magic tool inscribed with the loudspeaker spell.

The knights of the Platinum Guard turned toward the podium and saluted.

The shouts of the tall men rang out loud.

“Eternal glory to the Empire and His Majesty the Emperor!”

Jaylilith stood up from her seat and raised her beautiful hand in salute.

“To repay your loyalty. I am impressed by the spirit of the gentlemen. I have no doubt that they will show off their skills beyond expectations today.”

As always, it was a heart-warming speech.

“I heard that there is a duel between the new knight and the royal family. I look forward to a good match.”

She looked at us.

On the high platform, golden eyes flashed like flames in the darkness.

Sir Bonnell, who was about to confront me, froze as he looked into my eyes.

“I will never give up. You piece of shit.”

It changed from a duel to a sparring match.

Well, even if the actual treatment was a mess, it doesn’t look good for a knight and a member of the royal family to duel.

“His Royal Highness the Archduke Valencian and Lord Bonnell, please come forward!”

The attendant shouted.

I put perfume on my white hair, pulled it back roughly, and put on the most colorful clothes I owned.

The vine-patterned uniform with gold buttons and silver threads sparkled in the sunlight.

Please don’t tear it.

That means I don’t have money to buy it again.

“Are you out to play?”

Lord Bonnell frowned.

He cut his dark brown hair short enough to show his scalp, leaving only the top and bangs slightly longer.

The clothes he was wearing under his armor were a light, plain shirt and pants.

He had a neat appearance and attire, as befitting a knight.

Senior Knight Sir Kaliel presented us with a sparring iron sword.

It didn’t have a blade, but it was heavier than a real sword.

Sir Bonnell and I aimed our swords at each other and took a step or two back.

“La Eustatia, the goddess of justice, looks upon this duel.”

The duel began with Lord Kaliel’s declaration.

I looked at Jaylilith before attacking Sir Bonnell.

She was looking this way with an interesting smile.

There’s a fuss.

It was clear that if I used the technique, I would be caught and dragged out immediately.

“Where are you looking!”

Sir Bonnell, who had struck the ground, rushed forward like a gust of wind.

The blunt tip of the sword shook, and then suddenly, with a whoosh, it stabbed me in the chest.

I didn’t know it would be this fast.

I guess I was really tired that day.

Evil, I dodged the stabbing sword by making a large rotation around my left foot.

At the same time, I swung my sword with all my might and tried to strike the side of Sir Bonnell’s thigh.

Sir Bonnell took a big step back and avoided it.

“Have you ever seen such a coward!”

“Don’t you know not to aim below the waist?”

The knights denounced him loudly.

Sir Kaliel, who was watching the judgment, approached and said.

“Your Majesty, Valen. When sparring, you must not aim below the waist with your sword.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

It’s been so long since I last had a duel that I forgot.

Of course, I had no intention of showing it on my face.

I made an unlucky expression, as if I knew but pretended not to know.

Lord Bonnell ground his teeth.

“Do you think it makes sense that I didn’t know that!”

A sharp energy flashed across the sword blade as it slashed down in a diagonal direction.

Even though it was a sparring sword, it seemed like the edge was sharp.

I gritted my teeth and swung my sword.

Kaang-!

There was a loud noise, iron clashed with iron, and sparks flew.

The moment their swords met, Sir Bonnell raised the corners of his mouth.

“I waited.”

He took a step forward and thrust his sword towards my chest, pressing down on my blade with his full weight.

It was a movement that continued so gracefully that it was impossible to avoid even if you saw it.

I began to doubt whether he intended to kill me.

But I had seen through the Imperial Knights’ path.

He bent his knees, lowered his body, found his balance, and pushed up the sword that was lying there.

Lord Bonnell’s smile hardened, and his sword slid across mine.

Lord Bonnell tried to step back, but I had no intention of letting him go.

He pressed his body against Bonnell’s, stretched out his left hand, grabbed his arm, and tried to trip him up.

“Sword wrestling?”

“I think you saw it wrong. Isn’t this just a case of being a jerk?”

“Yes. There’s no way Prince Valen, who drinks alcohol every day, would know such a technique.”

“Is this a drunken brawl? Haha.”

The knights spat out a word one by one.

“Your Majesty. Are you willing to try it?”

Lord Bonnell, trapped in my arms, gritted his teeth.

The next moment I felt his body become hard as stone.

“Mana body strengthening?”

When I realized it, my body was already floating into the air.

It wasn’t a skill, it was just force that blew it away.

My body fell to the floor with a thud.

I heard Rudy scream.

My back hurt.

“oh my.”

The moment I staggered to my feet, Sir Bonnell rushed toward me.

A chilling wind blew from the sword that was swinging wildly.

If I don’t stop it, I might die here.

A groan escaped through the gap in the strings.

I didn’t want to live only for today, but I ended up living only for what was in front of me.

I pulled the mana out of my heart with a sigh.