How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 75

How to live as a tyrant’s spoiled brat, episode 75

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The genius wizard Sereraji hated the saying that knowledge is a disease.

Even when I lost all my glory, rights, and opportunities and lived in the red-light district, addicted to drugs and alcohol, I never once thought that I would have rather not known about magic and the ivory tower.

Knowledge was power.

But the feeling of helplessness in the face of predicted destruction was something I could never get used to.

She checked the paper once more, full of complex formulas and magical symbols that would normally cause mental contamination for a person just reading them.

“Let’s talk as we go down.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“I will take the lead.”

A dashing red-haired knight advanced, his helmet pulled down low.

In the middle of the Serenade, he opened his mouth and started kicking his feet vigorously.

“I’ll try to make it as concise as possible, so listen carefully.”

“yes.”

“yes.”

“I calculated the waves coming out of the demonic realm. Originally, the core should have been created and overflowed long ago, but for some reason, the energy kept weakening. It’s probably because the foreign bodies kept dying. So the old thing that opened that demonic realm tried to force its power several times to create the core.”

The Demon Realm is a kind of tank that mixes this world with the old world so that the old can easily pass over.

As the water in the tank continues to drain, you pour in several times more water to try to get over it before it all drains out.

“But the cycle is getting shorter and shorter. In addition, when analyzing the waves, the total amount of force pushing in has also increased. It increases by more than 50% with each attempt.”

Tentia asked, not understanding.

“So, when and how strong is the foreign body that will come out today?”

“I’m telling you that it’s not just a foreign substance! The old things will come over directly. The old things will descend upon the flood of the demon realm!”

“!”

Tentia’s foot suddenly got twisted and she almost fell down the stairs.

The most recent descent of the Old Ones occurred seven years ago in a kingdom in the south.

Although the church was able to somehow overcome it, the total number of deaths was 780,000.

It was virtually destruction.

It is said that it is becoming a paradise for criminals and eroder priests from all over the continent.

There was a reason why it had to be closed when it was a magic mirror.

“Your Majesty and Valen… … .”

Rudy trailed off.

Sereraji said with a distorted face.

“The best case scenario is that the two of you destroy the nuke the moment it is created, close the magic realm, and then fly down to save us. The worst case scenario is that they die there, and we die at the hands of the Marquis. Did the Marquis send assassins?”

“yes.”

“I’m glad you didn’t know I studied astrology. You too… … are lucky to be alive. Did the assassins escape?”

“no.”

Tentia asked.

“then?”

“I killed them all.”

There was a moment of silence between the three.

Within, Tentia and Sereraji spoke at the same time.

“Well done.”

“Well done.”

Sereraji, who was walking down the stairs, asked in a breathless voice.

“Sir Tentia. So where do you plan on going?”

“First, we’re going to Wyvernpit. If we try to meet the Marquis and check the situation, we might all die. Let’s make it our priority to go and secure our wyverns.”

“But shouldn’t we tell the Marquis about the Demon Realm?”

“It is highly likely that they already have some means.”

Sereraji was secretly taken aback by the strangely confident answer.

Because the Tentia she knew was better with a sword than with logic.

“How do you know?”

“It’s the knight’s feeling.”

“I didn’t hear that… … .”

“If you are truly a lord who is worried about when the nuke will be created and the magic realm will open, you cannot treat me like this in Sereraji. You cannot stay still like this either.”

“?”

“A selfish lord would have moved his property and prepared to flee, while a good lord would have evacuated his people and cooperated with the church. But Margrave Sigheim did neither.”

“!”

“It may or may not be his delusion, but in any case, he believes he can control the Demonic Realm. I cannot risk His Highness the life or freedom of the Serenade in the hope that I may be able to break that belief.”

“King Tentia. This isn’t your usual behavior.”

It was certainly an unbecoming attitude for a knight who would risk his life for justice and glory.

Tentia spoke in a voice that clearly suggested her face was distorted beyond her helmet.

“There are many virtues for a knight. If we go into detail, there is no end to them, but serving the lord, protecting the weak, and contributing to the light. These three are indispensable. Yes. If the Marquis’s faith is wrong, and His Majesty the Emperor fails, then at least this city will become hell.”

But, Tentia continued, sighing.

“If Your Majesty dies here, the entire empire will become hell. And that hell will not be one of the old days, but one created by humans.”

“What does that mean?”

“If His Majesty the Emperor or His Highness Valen do not return, the next throne will belong to His Highness Sereraji.”

Rudy and Sereraji opened their eyes wide to a fact they had momentarily forgotten.

So isn’t that why the Marquis kept inviting Sereraji to dinner with his children?

“If Your Majesty also passes away, then all the great lords of the empire will wage a great war over the throne, led by the royal family members who were abducted on the day of Your Majesty’s coronation. Therefore, Your Majesty must pass away alive.”

Tentia muttered one more word.

“Perhaps Lord Valen saw it all.”

Sereraji sighed so loudly that the ground shook.

By reading the laws of the sky and the energy of the stars, one can know when the Demon Realm will open, but one cannot know the hearts of people.

“If Your Majesty fails and the Marquis is wrong, this city will become hell.”

“And if Your Majesty fails and the Marquis is right, Your Highness will probably become a Marchioness or a Countess.”

“It’s a useless thing to do with politics or governance.”

Sereraji spat out annoyedly and glanced at Wyvernpit.

“Let’s go. But if the Marquis is wrong, can you buy enough time to signal the people to run away with a sound amplification spell or a light spell at the end?”

Tentia nodded without any hesitation.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

That was how the knight compromised with the world.

The three of them, having descended from the tower, headed towards Wyvern Pit while keeping a close eye on their surroundings.

At that moment, several masked assassins openly rushed towards the main gate.

Sereraji shouted in disbelief.

“At least you should show some sincerity by coming through the window!”

“Please sit down!”

Tentia ran out and Rudy’s gun fired.

* * *

In the study, the old butler bowed politely to the Marquis sitting across from him at the desk.

“Peace be with you, Your Majesty. We will soon tie them all up and bring them before Your Majesty.”

Sigmain, a man with a stubborn expression like a hawk, shook his head.

“You don’t have to set them all up. Just have the Grand Duke in Sereraji. But make sure he doesn’t get hurt. He has to become my wife or daughter-in-law.”

Then, in the next generation, an emperor with Freudian blood will be born.

Marquis Sigmar smiled with satisfaction and gestured to his butler, Knight Commander Roberos, and Freuheit’s court magician Herrein.

“Just in case, you guys should join too. He’s a 4th circle magician with no spirits, so it won’t be easy to catch him.”

The three bowed their heads and left the office.

A moment later, another door opened next to her and Inyoung, dressed in a thick gray robe, walked out.

The hood he wore was different from the usual hood in that it had a high peak and a flat crown, making it look like he was wearing a sharp helmet rather than a hood.

I couldn’t see his face, but he was tall enough to almost reach the ceiling, and his fingers protruded from under his wide sleeves, a darker gray than his formal attire.

Marquis Sigheim spoke to him.

“Everything turned out just as you said.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

His voice echoed through the room like a mental wave.

“Jaerilis will die, and Nana, my son, will become the emperor.”

“And, Miss Sigmarin, who has passed away, will also return.”

The Marquis muttered.

“… … The complete resurrection of the soul. How much memory remains?”

“According to our experience, if recalled within three years, more than 80% of the memory remains.”

“80%.”

Sigheim thought for a moment.

Thinking of my older sister who became empress.

It was a typical political marriage between a noble family.

However, the relationship between the emperor and his older sister was good.

She had several children and the young government she occasionally met with was also tolerated.

She continued to practice swordsmanship as a hobby, and enjoyed being able to associate with young ladies of similar status and nobility.

He exchanged letters frequently with his sister, and the emperor also met him several times.

The reason he went to the capital a year and a half ago was not to take sides with either the Crown Prince or the First Prince, but because he was afraid that his older sister might get caught up in the fight between the two.

And then he saw it.

My older sister holding a sword to protect the emperor, and Jaylilith cutting down my older sister and walking towards the emperor.

‘Sister!’

Sigheim shook his head to shake off the horrible memories, then looked back at the man in front of him.

“I didn’t know you would ask me to kill Jaylilith as a condition. I would have done it even if you told me not to. Is there anything else I can give you? I’m sorry I seem to be taking too much.”

“It’s fun when our goals align with each other.”

“Then may I ask why you are after Jaylilith?”

The Marquis had already guessed their true identities to some extent.

It wasn’t a new thing that the ancients gave their followers power and knowledge to create a religious order.

The old things that had even a little understanding of this world now tried to use human society instead of just creating a demonic realm and sending foreign entities.

The man in front of you must also have been ‘training’ the power of the old things for a long time.

Because I don’t have the talent of a magician or a knight, I worked as hard as a sword expert to gain the power of a sword expert.

It wasn’t common, but it wasn’t unheard of.

But the man with the hood turned over shook his head as if telling them not to judge him.

“We too are simply following the prophecy.”

“I see? I see.”

Sigma didn’t dig any further as he showed a sour reaction.

He fulfilled the contract and was due to be paid soon.

There was no need for the entitled person to show them that he was being demanding.

‘Jaerilis would already be dead by now.’

No matter how strong a human being may be, he cannot defeat a dragon in the dragon vein.

If it was Tyrant Jaylilith, he might have been hiding something more, but in the end, it was a copy of the dragon’s fall.

The emperor is dead.

The remaining magic circle would soon be resolved.

No matter how old something is, you don’t pour power into it like pouring water into a bottomless pit.

If the dragon could stop the flooding just once or twice more, the demon realm would disperse on its own.

Dragon’s Wrath?

The dragon already knows.

The moment he steps out, the great lords of the entire empire, filled with greed, will send a punitive force.

Soon he will become the emperor or the father of an emperor.

My sister will be back soon too.

Then this thirst and obsession will disappear.

“It’s taking longer than I thought.”

He looked out the window.

“huh?!”

An unexpected melee broke out on the way to Wyvernpit.

* * *

At one time, armor was completely pushed out of the battlefield.

Because when a sword user swings his mace or a sword expert pulls out his mana blade, even plate armor will shatter like a cookie.

Plate armor costs 100 gold coins as a base, and well-made ones cost over 300 gold coins.

No knight was crazy enough to spend that much money on an armor that would fall apart in one blow.

It would have been a better idea to use that money to buy more mana potions and train.

Then one day, in the ivory tower, a technology called semi-permanent enchantment through a magic circuit was developed.

Magic tools began to be mass-produced, and armor made a splendid comeback.

All sorts of spells are engraved on it, including strengthening, weight reduction, magic reflection, heat blocking, current blocking, poison blocking, and water breathing.

It is strong enough to block even the rock-breaking Mana Blade.

No matter what the regular soldiers did, they couldn’t penetrate the armor.

It has become common sense that only a knight can beat a knight.

That sentiment held sway among the knights as well.

Unless there was a significant difference in skill, the only person who could beat a knight in good armor was a knight in better armor.

And Tentia was a knight equipped with both the best armor and great skills.