How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 79

How to live as a tyrant’s spoiled brat Episode 79

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There is a limit to how much you can force others to follow you.

Because the moment one loses ability, betrayal inevitably follows.

Among the various virtues of a monarch to gain loyalty, Jaylilith used force and fear particularly frequently.

That is, the moment she ceases to be strong or fearsome, the possibility of her being betrayed increases infinitely.

She probably wouldn’t have been surprised if I ran away, abandoning her injured self.

No, I certainly would have thought you would do that.

But I didn’t do that.

“Your Majesty, I.”

“It’s not like knights serve the young prince of a fallen nation. They follow their beliefs and receive internal rewards for following the former king. There are those who dream of becoming successful and a public servant. But you are different from that.”

Jaylilith looked at me with her golden eyes.

It was an intense gaze that seemed to pierce through me.

“You serve me as if you have to. It’s so… … strange. So I doubted you for a moment. Even if you are a burden, I am afraid of things that you don’t understand.”

However, the emperor continued speaking, his voice cracking.

“But it seems that I cannot treat a loyal subject who risked his life for me like that. A monarch should not deny what happened just because he does not understand it.”

I said it casually.

“I wanted to gain the power of the dragon.”

Jaylilith laughed as if to say something nonsensical.

“under?”

“I wanted to gain the power of a dragon. I wanted scales like steel, the realm of being invulnerable to both Hanseo and Mandok, and the flames of the dragon’s words that transcended the circle.”

I continued talking, laughing like a fool.

“The blood of the ancient dragon already flows through the royal bloodline. I thought there was no reason for me to not accept it and die.”

“What were you going to do about the side effects like the dragonfly?”

“I believed that Your Majesty, great and wise, would do something about it.”

Jaylilith smiled faintly.

“I want to yell at you and say, ‘Stop lying.’ There’s no way you, who takes such great care of your own body, would do that.”

I couldn’t deny it.

But Jaylilith didn’t push me any further.

“But you would answer that good is good. In the end, you and I both survived, and the magic realm was closed. Yes. This is the price I paid for not asking you about the process or reason and only caring about the result. Everything was a seed that Jim sowed.”

I said this shamelessly, with ten layers of iron plates covering my face.

“That’s right.”

“How bold.”

She continued, smiling like a carnivore.

“Then I will leave it at that. That the greedy scoundrel Archduke coveted even the power of the dragon. I wonder why you risked your life to save mine, but I will keep it a secret out of curiosity. Secrets do not make a man beautiful, but they do make a person beautiful.”

“I am so grateful to you.”

“But I want to be a person who knows grace.”

She poured ‘Bloody Ecstasy’ into my glass.

“The Emperor of the Soletaras Empire promises: You have saved my life once, so I will forgive you for any sin you may have committed. This will be protected in my name anywhere in the world.”

A bright voice echoed through the living room on a winter night.

I said, laughing like a fool.

“Are you okay with that? My notoriety will only get worse.”

Jaylilith shook her head gently.

A satisfied smile appeared on her lips.

“That is what I have given you.”

“ah.”

“All your misdeeds have come back to haunt me. Once is coincidence, twice is inevitability, three times is fate, and four times is destiny. I don’t believe in destiny, but this is enough to make me believe in you.”

“your majesty.”

“Valencianus.”

“!”

A clear voice shook my head.

It felt like the first time my name was called after returning.

“I trust you.”

It was the faith of the emperor who purged hundreds.

It was the faith of the man who became emperor in my place.

It was the faith of a person who owed me a debt I could not escape.

I looked at her, unable to say anything.

She smiled faintly and raised her glass.

I bowed my head and clinked my glasses.

A clear sound echoed through the living room on a winter night.

* * *

Even when a snow storm rages, the cadets and disciples of the workshop must go to work.

Because even without a master craftsman, there is work to be done.

Moreover, in Sereraji’s workshop, there was both a workshop owner and work to be done.

“You know that by today, you have to have ten drafts and a conclusion on the mass production prototype of the scroll. Have you been playing around for a month while I didn’t come to work? Aren’t you coming here because you want to learn the lightning technique? Aren’t you going to write a thesis?”

The sharp wizard stabbed the hearts of his students and disciples with needles made of words.

“Master of the workshop. I brought the improved technique I recently developed. The results of the experiment show that it can increase the casting speed by more than 11%.”

“Get this piece of trash out of my way right now. Mana efficiency is down to 18%, and reagent efficiency is down to nearly 25%. Why are you so obsessed with speed? Did you duel a lot at the Academy?”

The disciple opened his eyes wide.

“How did you know?”

Sereraji sighed.

Even in the ivory tower, the kids who fought a lot of duels were equally obsessed with speed.

“How many years ago did you study tactical doctrine? It’s not just out of style; it’s ancient. These days, wizards are protected by knights and elite soldiers, and they cast powerful spells even if they take a long time.”

“But wouldn’t it be okay for the Warlocks?”

“Do you think battle mages don’t even wear armor? How can you fight those who cast multiple defensive spells with this inefficient technique?”

The disciple slumped his shoulders.

Sereraji patted his shoulder and said.

“Raise the casting speed reduction to 20%, lower the mana efficiency reduction to single digits, and the reagent efficiency reduction to 10%. Then I’ll consider commercializing it. Or how about reducing the casting speed by 80%, even if the mana and reagent efficiency are destroyed? That would be better for writing a thesis.”

“!”

The disciple fell face down.

“Go, thank you.”

“Go and work. I have to work too.”

I was watching the whole thing from the side, and the moment my disciple stood up, I handed him a paper bag.

“Go and share it. It looks like your sister has been starving for three days, so there’s no way she would have fed you guys.”

It had steaming hot bread and smoked ham wrapped in wax paper.

We all do this to survive, so we have to feed them well.

He bowed deeply again and turned around.

“Don’t take care of them unnecessarily. They’ll become spoiled.”

“Then you get stabbed in the back.”

“I pay a lot of wages. It’s more than 50% of what other workshops pay.”

“Isn’t 50% of 0 0?”

“How in the world can you think such a horrible thought? You really are like Valen.”

“It’s really nice to hear what my sister says.”

“Okay, take off your clothes quickly. You were the one who said you wanted to test your new powers.”

I nodded and took off my red belt, gold-embroidered white jacket, and shirt, finishing undressing my upper body.

“Sit in front of the mirror.”

Sereraji shouted into the lab.

“Would you like to come over here and write down some numbers?”

The students and disciples came running out in a panic.

“I will do it.”

“Let me do it!”

“What are the disciples doing instead of going in and studying?”

In the end, the one who stayed until the end and held the table and quill next to me was a cadet with short black hair who seemed to have lived a very diligent life at the academy.

She blushed as she glanced at my body.

Standing in front of the mirror, I realized that my body had improved a lot since I first returned to it.

His white skin and delicate muscles were the same as before, but now his back, shoulders, and chest were noticeably firmer.

“I didn’t know because I only saw you in uniform every day, but you’re in pretty good shape?”

It was unusual for Sereraji to even give him praise.

If you don’t ruin your body and continue to grow like this, you might be able to reach a higher level in this life.

“Even though I drank that much, I’m still like this. It’s a shame for my body.”

There’s no way I’ll just give you compliments.

“Don’t look at me. Just look. I’ve heard rumors. I’ve heard that he really enjoys being looked at.”

Sereraji speaks to the cadet, the cadet is startled and denies it, and Sereraji grabs his cane.

“Then let’s get started. I’m also curious about how great Yongchan is.”

She crackled blue electricity from her wand.

“Tell me how much it hurts.”

“Sister. Wait a minute. Aren’t you supposed to draw blood and do experiments on it or something?”

“If that’s the case, why did you tell me to take off my clothes?”

“Isn’t this against research ethics?”

“Do you think this is the Academy? There’s nothing like that in the Imperial Magic Workshop.”

Flash!

The cane hit my back and fell, and I flinched for a moment.

“How much did it hurt just now? On a scale of 10 to 0.”

“It wasn’t as painful as I thought. Maybe 2? Just a slight sting?”

“2? Okay. Got it.”

She whispered some numbers to the cadet.

The cadet’s face turned ashen.

“Sereraji, did you just release enough electricity to kill a large pack horse?”

?!

“Shh. Be quiet. I could have heard you.”

“I didn’t almost hear it, I heard it!”

“Keep your mouth shut. There are more than one or two things to try.”

I asked, feeling uneasy.

“What else do you want to try?”

“How much power can you withstand? How long can you withstand it? Can you withstand not only electricity, but also fire, wind, destruction, poison, black magic, and the energy of the old? Are you just not feeling pain, or is your body really stronger?”

“Shouldn’t you try the last one first?”

“Come here and contribute to the advancement of magic in the Empire, you rascal little brother!”

“Eww!”

Serenade tore at me for two days and as a result I learned quite a bit about my transformation.

I still feel the cold, but I can handle it noticeably better than before.

“First of all, it has cold resistance.”

Come to think of it, I didn’t realize it was cold even though I walked all the way here in my uniform on a snowy day.

“It wouldn’t be funny if a fire-breathing dragon said it felt hot. At this level, it would have to be 4 circles? 5 circles to make an effective hit.”

I became virtually immune to heat and humidity.

In a normal fire, you could jump into it and walk out unharmed.

We also completed tests on various other properties.

“Almost completely immune to poison, purely physical attacks are somewhat effective, but if it raises its scales, it will only be effective if it hits with something like a Mana Blade.”

“If I cut it before that, it’s over?”

“That’s right. Earth, wind, and electricity are all practically completely immune to anything under 3 circles. The energy of the old things is similar. It feels like the resistance itself has increased tremendously? It’s said that things like curses and mental waves won’t affect you anymore.”

“Oh.”

“But since cross-validation doesn’t work, I don’t know if this is the result of Yong-chan or if it’s just because I drank and applied the dragon’s blood. Also, judging by the fact that the scales that were raised don’t go in properly sometimes, it seems like the dragon transformation is already in progress… … .”

“?!”

I let out a small sigh.

I suddenly felt suffocated, thinking that maybe I had only gotten the reward without any achievements.

Let alone a dragonfly.

In fact, it was no different from erosion.

“First of all, the flames and the dragon’s words are definitely Yong-chan’s achievements… … No. It’s okay. I have no regrets. If it weren’t for these flames, even if my older sister had kicked out my brain, I wouldn’t have been able to close the demonic realm and would have died.”

Enormous tentacles continued to emerge from the core.

Only after burning it all down was Jaylilith able to swing her Auror Blade.

“That’s a good attitude. Okay. That’s all I’ve found out so far. As for the verbs… … I think I should test myself first. Come back next time.”

“Okay. Thanks for your time. I’ll be right back as soon as the scales start to grow.”

“Then I must report to His Majesty the Emperor.”

I answered with a bitter smile and put my white uniform back on.

“Where do you plan on going now? Drinking and dancing again?”

Sereraji asked.

“Similar. Well. I should go do what I was doing.”

* * *

In a room inside an upscale bar in the red-light district, a man fills his pipe with tobacco.

Even at first glance, the tobacco sold at the church was not a simple hallucinogen.

It was meant to expand the mind and allow one to feel beings beyond this world.

“Please grant me a miracle.”

The moment the man was about to light the fire, the door burst open.

“That’s it. Thank you.”

“You are most welcome.”

A man wearing a white paper mask and a white uniform embroidered with gold thread, and a woman wearing a red fox mask entered the room.

The man threw his pipe into his pocket and tried to escape.

“Ouch!”

Boom!

Valencian tripped the man with a light step, knocked him down, beat him a few times, and snatched the tobacco away.

“The only miracle I will grant you is survival!”

Grabbing him by the collar with a translucent, dark red, scaly hand, he lifted him up.