How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 81

How to live as a tyrant’s spoiled brat Episode 81

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Vastatin smiled brightly, pulling green scales up to his face and hiding them again.

“How are you?”

“Get your face out of here. I don’t like seeing a man’s face this close up.”

Valencian gripped the table with both hands as he felt the blue liquid spread quickly.

It was being absorbed into the muscles of my entire body, following the mana that flowed through my blood.

My body felt warmer, but at the same time, I felt like I was losing strength.

“That’s expensive!”

“I won’t break it. I have that much control.”

Bam!

The end of the wooden table fell off Valencian’s grasp, and his body staggered.

Vastatin cried out in astonishment.

“Are you okay?”

“You’re suddenly becoming shorter.”

Valencian took a deep breath, and Vastatin shook his head.

“I asked the table instead of Your Majesty! What a kind and gentle child.”

Valencian opened his yellow eyes.

Before I knew it, my pupil, which had been torn vertically, had returned to its original state.

“You. Are you smoking a cigarette?”

“No! This is alive. It’s a living tree. Look, there are vines growing out of the window!”

Valencian was inwardly amazed to see that the long stems extending along the side of the table were actually live vines.

It was a pretty nice interior.

“This is pretty good. I apologize. I feel bad. What kind of tree is it? I want to save it too.”

“Benotia Philocladium.”

Vastatin recited the scientific name in a flowing voice.

After hearing the answer, he thought for a moment and then asked.

“Did you know that was a forbidden poison?”

“Yes? Of course I knew… … No. I just heard it for the first time.”

“You almost died three times today.”

“Did you pass it on?”

Valencian thought for a moment and then checked his physical condition.

The scales were gone, and the mood that had been fluctuating like that of a teenage boy became calm again.

He closed and opened his eyes, drawing out the energy of the dragon’s words.

“Eek!”

Vastatin screamed as he looked at the golden waves.

Valencian smiled with satisfaction.

“Yes. The medicine is working very well. I will erase all the rudeness you showed me today.”

“Rude? I don’t know.”

“Attempting to assassinate a member of the royal family means burning at the stake, poisoning a member of the royal family means having their body torn to pieces in a wyvern pit, and insulting a member of the royal family means having all of their property confiscated and being thrown out onto the streets.”

“Please just save me.”

“I just told you that I would pretend it never happened.”

Vastatin raised both hands in the air.

Valencian laughed sadistically and shook the vial.

Vastatin dropped his hand.

The once bright face became gloomy, like a cold lizard.

“That’s expensive.”

“I know. I guess so. But will it be more expensive than the taxes you pay?”

“The street itself is full of people doing business without a license! Why did you come to me of all people… …!”

Vastatin protested, his voice cracking.

Valencian spoke to him comfortingly.

“Do you think you’re the only one paying those taxes?”

“yes?”

Suddenly, Bastatin remembered that, despite his many notoriety and outrageous rumors, Valencianus was still by Jerilis’ side.

A few months ago, when the red-light district’s leaders were being torn apart by charges including tax evasion, drugs, for-hire murder and old-time worship.

I also heard a rumor that the sole survivor at that time, the manager who is now the king of the red-light district, was having a honeymoon relationship with Valencianus.

How much money did the emperor say he extorted from the red-light district at that time?

Vastatin asked in a low voice.

“Your Majesty. No way.”

“no way?”

“Is His Majesty the Emperor aiming for the magic street too?”

Valencian neither confirmed nor denied.

“This place has become as famous as the Ivory Tower Special Zone. Local nobles come here to buy things.”

“yes.”

“But since it was built hastily in the first place, there is no management at all. There is no control over the worship of old things or black magic. Aren’t you growing poisonous plants right now?”

“Yes.”

“His Majesty the Emperor is the one who purged all his relatives. How long do you think someone who values control and stability so much will neglect this place where he can even collect taxes?”

Vastatin swallowed hard.

I was thinking about organizing my money and finding a place to hide it, and selling strange drugs on a membership basis.

Valencian said, his expression changing.

“Isn’t it an exaggeration to say that I saved your life?”

Vastatin could only nod.

“Then now give me all the blue pills you have.”

I couldn’t help but nod my head at the words that followed.

* * *

I walked out onto the magic street carrying a square bag full of blue potions.

Jin, wearing a black hood over his head, followed me.

Dark gray hair and potion-induced blue eyes. He was still handsome and honest.

“Because it was vacation time, a lot of big problems arose.”

“Those who have nothing better to do must have started their own research. Since this is an academy, there must be some dangerous books in the professor’s lab.”

“Yes, that is correct.”

“Were you able to resolve it well on your own?”

“Fortunately, it wasn’t the old lineage, but the devil lineage.”

Of course, the essence of the two was the same.

However, demons understand human society much better than the aliens who are collectively called the Old Ones, and are even capable of conversation and negotiation.

“You’re starting to dabble in black magic.”

“Some of our royal illegitimate children developed talents in the field of summoning. However, because of the location, they were unable to summon spirits… … and eventually fell into the demonic realm.”

“It must have been harder for you to deal with. Are you okay?”

If you are tainted by the old, you become a mindless monster, but if you make a pact with the devil, you become more cunning.

Jin shook his strong jaw from side to side.

“I didn’t win.”

“then?”

“They went to the slums to get human sacrifices. There, they were beaten by werewolves and dragged to the church. Two of them escaped and I had to deal with three of them. There were also a few regular students, so it was tiring.”

Werewolf.

I squinted my eyes for a moment when I heard those words.

“What if I say processing?”

“They burned it completely and dumped it in the canal.”

“Good job. It must have been hard.”

“If you knew… … .”

“It’s the golden cure. Take it. It’s one of the best medicines I know.”

Jin smiled broadly as I handed him the heavy leather pouch.

“Are you thinking of buying some meat?”

“I have to buy them. Recently, many children have lost their scholarships because their grades have dropped due to being busy with their studies. I don’t know if you’ll believe me, but they are capable children who also have aspirations for the royal family, which is their roots.”

I nodded calmly.

“Then I’ll have to take good care of them. So that the talent doesn’t leak out. Take one more. And if there’s someone you think is really good, bring them. Whether they’re a wizard, a knight, or an administrator.”

“Is it possible?”

“If you keep them close, use them, and keep an eye on them, His Majesty will like it and not oppose it. Especially the wizards.”

I noticed that Jaylilith was always eager to expand his military.

“We’re going to need a lot of metalsmiths and people who are good at engraving magic circuits. We’re going to be mass producing scrolls and making more armors that are of the level used by the four knights of the Imperial Family. Get the kids who are graduating this year ready. I’ll put them in.”

I’ll end up rolling around in Sereraji’s workshop without even being able to eat.

Jin bowed his head.

“thank you.”

“Raise your head. Come on in. My notoriety has grown recently. If someone sees it, they’ll be in trouble.”

I just kept walking.

Jin asked on the spot.

“But where are you going now?”

“Slums. I’m thinking of grabbing a carriage.”

“Let me tell you in advance, things have changed a lot over there.”

A person who can change that place.

There was something to ponder.

* * *

Here and there the sounds of hammering and sawing could be heard, and hands could be seen laying bricks.

All around, plank edifices were being torn down, and surveyors were greeted by poor laborers.

I entered a wooden prefabricated church that was quite neat for a makeshift structure.

“oh my.”

“Oh, God of Light.”

Several wounded people were lying there, but their wounds were not from fistfights or stab wounds.

Most of the injuries were from falling while working on the roof or stepping on nails.

Fortunately, there seemed to be no gap in treatment.

“You can receive treatment, attend the prayer meeting, and then leave. If something is urgent, come on Sunday.”

The temporary church was bustling with students who had flocked there during the vacation.

On one side, a stove was set up and they were baking three-baked biscuits that would not spoil easily, while on the other side, water was being poured into a large pot.

On another side, the poor were purifying the belongings of heretics and corruptors that they had collected, while next to them, a man wearing a large chain cross was bestowing the grace of healing.

The spell engraved there is… …a decline in awareness of existence?

I recognized it right away because the basic background was similar to what was carved on the stone pillar of the Marquis.

“You’re the last one? You have to be careful from now on.”

“Yes, teacher. From now on, I will only see you at the prayer meeting.”

I approached him secretly and spoke to him.

“Saint. What are you doing here?”

“Archduke Valen? How did you know… …!”

A tall, slender man with pitch-black hair and pitch-black eyes.

The black saint, Mateos Tomor, who was condemned to be burned at the stake, was treating the poor in the slums.

Instead of the fancy robes, he was wearing the clothes of a theological seminary.

“It’s a secret from Bishop Hong.”

He looked at me with blazing eyes.

I nodded and smiled slyly.

“Is there any possibility?”

“Let’s move for a moment.”

The saint dragged me behind the makeshift church.

“Archduke Valen. If you are not looking for me, why are you here? Surely you are not hunting humans?”

“That’s ridiculous. Do you think I’m still doing that?”

“still?!”

The saint was terrified.

I also explained it urgently.

“No, that’s not what I meant. I meant, does Your Majesty still think I would do something like that?”

“If it was Archduke Valen who had harassed 200 knights and tried to kidnap Bishop Hong, then it would have been enough… … .”

I had nothing to say so I kept my mouth shut, but he opened his mouth again.

“Back to the beginning, if you didn’t come to find me and you didn’t come to hunt humans, then why did the Archduke come here? You didn’t come to do any volunteer work, did you?”

I shrugged and laughed.

“I could do some volunteer work too.”

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

“There is such a thing. Please be aware of it.”

He stared at me with his dark eyes and let out a deep sigh.

“I see you’re plotting something else. I understand. Surely it’s not the same thing as in the Margrave of Freuheit?”

This time it was my turn to sigh.

Has it already reached here?

As expected, the church’s information power was amazing.

As I was not saying anything, the saint asked urgently.

“Is it true that you burned the Marquis of Sigmar with the Emperor on your back, raped his youngest daughter, and made her a puppet Marquis, while banishing your older sister and brother who were supposed to help you?”

I answered with my eyes wide open.

“Yes. I certainly did. It was all my doing. I burned the Marquis and had a secret affair with his daughter in the middle of the night. You can say that during your sermon.”

“Oh, God of Light!”

He looked like he was going to faint.

I walked towards Cornell, leaving behind the black saint who was slapping my back and crying for repentance.

I felt the wolf’s gaze on the brick building that looked as if it had just been demolished.

As I was climbing the stairs, several men surrounded me from above and below.

As expected from people from the slums, they had strong bodies and intense eyes.

The old wolf that loved warriors, Amon’s spirit was felt.

You said you got beaten up by a werewolf.

I chuckled and strode up the stairs.

While changing the yellow pupil vertically.

“Cornell.”

“Why have you become stronger?”

A girl with short, bright auburn hair and slightly freckled cheeks, with a clever and intelligent look.

He was neatly dressed in a bright ivory coat, and was looking down the street while using a prosthetic leg and a cane.

“It looks like management is going well?”

“Do you need verification?”

“No. It’s done.”

I said with a genuinely satisfied smile.

“I’ve seen enough.”

Soon the slums would no longer be slums.

In that girl’s hands.

“Take it.”

“Now… … this is okay.”

I handed over the purse and Cornell returned it.

What I saw at the end of my tour was a sight I quite liked.