How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 82

How to live as a tyrant’s spoiled brat Episode 82

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The magicians gathered in the conference room on the 50th floor of the Ivory Tower.

The conference room had a circular platform in the center at the lowest level, surrounded by a ring of chairs.

I watched carefully the moment when the future of the rookies who used the magic of the shadowless window before they turned twenty or who had reached the 4th circle was decided from the back.

“Do you know exactly what you’re deciding today?”

“I heard it was related to a book of magic.”

“I heard that it’s not the grimoire itself that’s important, but the essential discussion on how to use it?”

Young magicians who had been successfully writing papers and commercializing their own magic tools sat in the middle row with their eyes shining.

“Since they are people you know well, there won’t be any problems in business.”

“As a wizard, I think we need to look into it too.”

“About the truth.”

The masters and elders of each school who were about to participate in the discussion in earnest sat in a circle near the podium and coughed in vain.

“It looks like everyone has already decided the answer in their minds.”

“Haven’t we been looking for the Truth Center since we were twenty?”

“It’s funny even talking about this now.”

Elites from previous generations of the ivory tower were gathered there.

The elder of the Dark School, Blahon, stepped onto the stage and opened his mouth.

He was a man of grave bearing, wearing a black robe with purple patterns and a pair of horns growing above his temples.

“Okay, let’s get started.”

Optical spells flashed and an illusion of a gigantic grimoire appeared above the elder’s head.

“Is truth something that one seeks for oneself? Is it an understanding of what is already there? Is it possible to arrive at truth by understanding what is already there? If so, can the means be limited by the rules of the ivory tower?”

It’s a topic that many wizards of the ivory tower have recently become obsessed with, regardless of generation.

It all started when an elder succeeded in organizing an ancient Elven writing system.

Thanks to this, all the grimoires that had been kept in storage until now could now be read, and tremendous advancements were made in the fields of spirit magic, enchantment magic, creature magic, and reinforcement magic.

And among those grimoires, there were also grimoires that contained instructions on how to ‘deal with’ the old.

The only way to understand the old is to erode it, and then you will not be able to understand this world.

That was common sense in the world, but the ancient elves succeeded in extracting the knowledge and power of the old things in a understandable form through some means.

It was a fascinating thing for wizards who sought knowledge and truth.

Lee Pi-je, a senior member of the Flame School, raised his hand and spoke.

“We are discoverers, not inventors. Whatever we find or make, it already exists. So truth is not something to be found, but something to be understood.”

She was a high elf half-breed wearing red robes and looked around the room as she spoke.

“And our ivory tower places no limits on the pursuit of truth.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the elder of the Ice School, Seori So, stood up from his seat.

“The elven ruins where the grimoire was discovered were scorched earth. They either lost the war, or there was internal strife, or it was a trap rather than the truth.”

“Saying things so rashly…!”

“If it was a trap, there would be no need to discuss it further. The first two are the same. If it were the truth, everyone would have understood it, so there would have been no internal strife. Those who found the truth would not have lost the war.”

The frosty, translucent-haired winter fairy half-breed sorceress spoke without looking at anyone.

“There is no magician who has found the truth yet. You cannot reach the truth by understanding what already exists. We are the front line. That is why we are the seekers. But do we seek the truth by relying on the knowledge of the past? From those who have been aiming for this world for thousands of years and have been defeated for thousands of years? That is nonsense.”

“then…….”

A heated debate ensued and a heated discussion ensued for a long time.

They were all people who had pulled an all-nighter for about a month to conduct research.

There was even someone who recited a paper on the spot to refute the argument.

The academy’s newcomers were either dropping out or staggering about, mentally polluted, while the elites were left wondering how to expand their businesses based on the results.

After about a week, the time to raise one’s hand finally came.

* * *

The ivory tower was not a majority system.

Because the truth cannot be determined by majority vote.

But there was nothing to stop the overly sharp agenda from being put on hold in terms of the so-called ‘stabilization’.

“cold.”

“cold.”

“half.”

The elders raised their hands one by one, and the new students in the school who had been taking dictation for a week trembled.

It was just too bad that there was no automatic writing magic.

“Gestalt. You are the last.”

The head of the Lightning School said.

“Oh, sorry. What time is it now?”

“It’s almost even. There’s one more in favor.”

Gestarte, a sorceress with glossy red hair and a fancy hat with a net covering her eyes and ears.

A lightning wizard who wears flashy clothes and furs that make him look like a first-class fashion designer, and carries a staff with a fist-sized garnet stone embedded in it.

The greatest swordsman in the Lightning School and Sereraji’s teacher.

She squeezed her eyes shut and opened them.

Given her personality, she would have agreed to it.

She also believed that there should be no obstacles on her way to finding the truth.

but.

‘Don’t be too fixated on the nib of the pen.’

‘The elders may think that they can decipher the ancient grimoire with it… … .’

‘It was a destructive plan to corrupt intelligence by arbitrarily outputting uncontrolled knowledge, ultimately leading everyone down the path of erosion.’

The words of the overly confident, white-haired, golden-eyed Grand Duke who had come with his disciple lingered in my mind.

Wasn’t that the grimoire that was being deciphered with the automatic writing pen?

“the opposite.”

Immediately, cheers and shouts erupted.

Every wizard who knew her looked astonished.

“Gestarte!”

“Why that choice?”

“you?”

The elder of the Dark School, Blahon, who was the first to open his mouth, fell over after moving his right leg forward twice, Seriso, who had her eyes tightly shut, opened her mouth wide, and Iphije of the Fire School used a disguise removal spell.

Gestarte, taking in the many gazes, spoke calmly to the new disciple he had brought in after Sereraji.

She was one of the few rookies who managed to transcribe the entire conversation of a week-long discussion.

“When I get back, I’ll give you some time to organize what you saw, learned, and felt this time. Do you have any questions?”

“Is that grimoire sealed now?”

“No. This is just a ritual. If something goes wrong, we who opposed it are not responsible.”

The two of them went out into the hallway, leaving the wizards behind who were still screaming.

Sunlight poured in through the large windows.

“So, they can summon you at will?”

Gestarte glanced at Iphije and Blahon.

It seemed like they were holding hands and sharing their determination.

“okay.”

“Then maybe we could get hurt too?”

“yes.”

“Then shouldn’t we stop it?”

Gestarte said, picking up the hem of her voluminous dress and straightening it.

“What evidence would we have to stop you? I have even forced myself to do experiments that everyone else was against. And they even succeeded.”

The ivory tower leaves no stone unturned in the pursuit of truth.

“then.”

The disciple’s orange eyes flickered anxiously.

“We need to call the person outside the tower.”

“That’s also forbidden… … Ah!”

Gestarte, who was walking by the hallway window, cast a shadow on his disciple.

Her glossy red hair, plumed hat decorated with feathers and netting, and gorgeous dress made the already tall Gestarte appear several times larger.

“I’m sorry to say this in front of you, but that child is my greatest masterpiece.”

But the orange-eyed disciple was not intimidated.

“The next masterpiece will be mine.”

* * *

In the Serenade of Geumneung, all the spell drafts using the new reagent were thrown to the floor.

“Did you bring this as a masterpiece? Shouldn’t it at least be better than the existing plan? Did you hear my explanation through your nostrils and not your ears?”

Her disciples crawled on the floor, wailing and crying, while her cadets trembled in the corner.

“Sereraji-nim!”

“Please read it again just once.”

“I went all the way to the dragon’s cave to pick those mushrooms, and I gave you each a kilogram. Not 10 grams or 100 grams, but 1 kilogram! Do you think you would have reacted differently if I had brought you something like this? If you hadn’t said it was a masterpiece, you wouldn’t have been this angry. Are you kidding me?”

“If you give me just one more chance… … .”

The disciples begged with tears.

Even after seeing the miserable results, Sereraji couldn’t bring himself to tell them to leave.

Because she too was given a chance and came up.

“I’ll give you 100g more. If you fail this time, I’ll send you to the team that makes magic scrolls.”

“All right!”

“I will do my best.”

The disciples who had been rolling around on the floor picked up pieces of blue mushrooms and ran to the lab.

I handed Sereraji a bag of bread.

“Feed me later.”

“It already exists.”

There was actually a pile of bread on one side.

When I gave her a look of surprise, she answered.

“Don’t look at me with such mean eyes. You have to feed me to get results. You’re getting angry because I fed you but it didn’t work out.”

“okay.”

“I don’t think there will be any progress if I just hold on to it. I guess I should go and meet the Master. He even sent me an invitation.”

An invitation from the master.

When I heard that, I narrowed my eyes.

“Wasn’t it going well?”

“That’s the scroll business. The ‘spreading’ and ‘digging in’ business. That’s starting to be mass-produced now. The empty ones are going that way.”

As expected, a genius is a genius.

Creating a single order is a task that takes years of intensive research.

It takes about five years on average to optimize and stabilize it to the point where it can be mass-produced by engraving it on a scroll.

If a magician uses his own spells to turn the room around, he is considered to have achieved great success as a magician.

Yet, in less than six months, she had already mass-produced two orders.

“So what advice are you looking for now?”

“Even if you hear it, you won’t understand.”

“Cut that part out and tell me. Keep it simple.”

“If you want me to explain it simply, then you don’t understand, right? Hmm. It’s a study on reagent efficiency.”

“It’s important.”

I followed Sereraji to the Imperial Magic Workshop.

Sereraji looked at me with the same expression as if he was following me, and then soon made a resigned expression.

“I’m telling you in advance, don’t go and pull out the black one.”

“Why would I draw my sword? Sister, I’m going on a business trip right now. I’m your advisor and aide.”

“Me? And you?”

“Sister, you are a workshop owner and also a professional communications committee member for the Ivory Tower. Should I order a nameplate for you as well?”

“When did I get that title?”

“I reported to His Majesty and created it. Whatever it is, it is important to utilize the existing organizational framework. It allows for efficient use of many talented people, and responsibilities become clear.”

Sereraji let out a deep sigh.

“You sound like a 40-year veteran bureaucrat. You’re really amazing. You really harass me in so many different ways.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“No. Don’t misinterpret other people’s words. It’s a bad habit.”

I said with a grin.

“This is not a misunderstanding, but it has to be good. Aren’t there many people who are good to me? Consider it an honor.”

“Lightning!”

* * *

On the 60th floor of the ivory tower, Gestarte’s laboratory had a similar sight to that time.

It was full of red jewels, silver decorations, and colorful curtains and tapestries.

It felt like I had come to a fancy costume shop.

At that time, a disciple of the same age as Sereraji glanced at Sereraji with jealousy.

In contrast to her softly flowing light gray hair, her orange eyes filled with intense emotion were impressive.

Sereraji had a long conversation with her teacher.

A wizard wearing many layers of colorful clothes and a feathered hat.

“So… … So the Flame School and the Dark School are planning to look at that grimoire? A grimoire intertwined with the old?”

“Right. I think the lab is set up by now.”

Cool!

I almost threw up all the tea I was drinking.

It seemed like the wizards had collectively gone mad.

Sereraji looked me up and down.

She, too, had an expression full of anxiety.

You must have experienced the danger deeply, having fought the eroders with me several times.

“Little brother.”

“Why, Sister?”

“I think this needs to be stopped.”

She stood up, her gold and silver bangles shining.

I asked to test my resolve.

“Isn’t the ivory tower a place that doesn’t care about ethics and common sense outside? And this is an autonomous district.”

“They’re trying to bring down the entire tower right now. And there are two arch-rivals who are above the law, and that damned self-government ordinance. Let’s go.”

I asked with a faint smile.

“Then can I draw my sword?”

Sereraji said, gathering electricity into his staff.

“okay.”