How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 83

How to live as a tyrant’s spoiled brat Episode 83

(83)

I followed Sereraji and boarded the elevator using wind magic.

“What floor is it?”

“The Fire School is on the 80th floor, and the Pitch Black School is on the 10th floor.”

“Where should I go?”

Sererajiga wrapped the gold and silver tightly around the yoke.

“80th floor.”

“Why? Since it’s old knowledge, don’t you think it’ll be conducted by the Black School?”

“That’s why I say that. Those sly guys wouldn’t take the risk of going bankrupt if they made a mistake.”

“ah.”

Black magic was still frowned upon, and few areas were explored.

If this incident caused a big uproar, the church could designate them as a heretic again.

However, the Flame School was involved in all aspects of life, from large-scale projects undertaken by great lords, such as wars and land reclamation, to small magical tools, such as lighters, used by people who smoked cigarettes.

You may get hit, but you will never be ruined.

“You have guts.”

I laughed bitterly and wondered at what point I should negotiate.

At that moment, the current disciple of Gestarte, a wizard with long, cream-colored hair that ended in red, tried to jump into the elevator.

Sereraji looked down at her and pushed her away coldly.

“This time, we have come from outside the ivory tower. We intend to use the status of the Archduke, so why can’t you come with us?”

“!”

She stepped back, her voice dripping with slurring.

The elevator rose and I asked.

“Sister. Isn’t it too immersive?”

“It’s true. And the one who chose me over that girl. It doesn’t look good at all. Do you understand?”

“Of course. But still… … Okay. That’s not for me to say.”

“Yeah. Everyone needs a chance. But it doesn’t have to be now, right?”

We reached the 80th floor and the door opened.

I had thought that the moment the door opened, it would be filled with red-robed wizards, but instead, there wasn’t a single person in sight.

“Where did they all go?”

“It looks like they’re all gathered around the lab. Let’s go. I can feel the mana coming from over there.”

“Yeah. Maybe they’re planning to deal with it secretly and on a smaller scale than expected.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“It’s still just an experiment. Isn’t that common sense? When you make a spell, you start by finding new words and syllables.”

“If we jump in at that moment, we’ll definitely lose a lot of our justification. We haven’t done anything dangerous yet, and we have the justification of conducting research to control the risk.”

I shook my head as if to ask what he meant.

“I’m going to jump in all of a sudden?”

“what?”

A twitch appeared on Sereraji’s fresh face.

“Isn’t this why you brought me here? Because you need someone to make a mess of things for you. You don’t have to say anything. I’ll break everything for you, so just come in a beat late, slap me in the face, and say, ‘What are you doing?’”

She opened her mouth wide in confusion.

“Are you living with such thoughts? What are you growing in your brain?”

I smiled brightly and raised my voice.

The golden pupils reflected in the glass window were split vertically like those of a reptile.

“Over there.”

They were at the end of the hallway, on the far side of the lab, away from the elevator.

It seemed as though they were planning to proceed quietly, as there were only two people blocking the laboratory door.

Two wizards wearing red robes and holding jewel-encrusted metal wands.

I ran out, leaving Sereraji behind.

The two wizards looked at me with bug-bitten expressions, as if they had seen my face.

“Archduke Valencian! A dangerous explosive reagent experiment is currently underway here.”

“You want me to believe that?”

I ran without slowing down.

“Stop it!”

“You really want to stop me? I’m a public figure!”

“Do you want to get kicked out?”

The two wizards met eyes for a moment and recited a spell.

“A sharp, stabbing flame!”

“A flame that follows you earnestly!”

Twelve blue flames, each slightly larger than two fists, flew out noisily, and a spear-like flame shot out.

Ta-da, I kicked the ground and ran straight ahead.

Saaaaak, bang!

A blast of flame like a spear struck me first.

It was an opportunity to test the effectiveness of the Yongchan ritual.

I received it with my body without even raising my arm guard.

It was magic accompanied by considerable physical force, so my body was pushed back for a moment.

But I persevered and finally brushed off the fire on my shoulder with my bare hands.

“Are you okay?”

Far from being hot, it actually made me feel good.

Immediately afterwards, the blue sparks of induction magic clung to my body.

I had no intention of avoiding it in the first place.

“How many circles did you shoot?”

“Circle 4! But why is it okay? It doesn’t seem like it has any magical tools.”

I stood in front of the two, surrounded by blue flames.

“Yeah. You must be curious. I’m curious too. I was fine when you attacked me. Will you be fine when I attack you?”

“for a moment!”

“The autonomy of the ivory tower now… …!”

“Autonomy is not something that is guaranteed by anyone; it is something that must be diligently protected!”

I smacked one in the jaw, tripped another, and snatched the staff from him, holding it high.

“no!”

“Okay!”

And then he hit their heads hard with the jewel on the end.

puck!

“Okay, let’s see how many people are here?”

* * *

bang!

The laboratory door was wide open.

The white-haired, golden-eyed Grand Duke came in with his chin raised arrogantly, his body engulfed in blue flames.

He was holding the cane he had taken in one hand.

All the eyes of the wizards gathered in the laboratory were focused there.

But Valencianus regretted that he should have opened it a little more gently.

‘It’s unexpectedly large in scale?’

The rookies belonging to the school were hardly visible.

Ten wizards, each from the Dark School and the Flame School, who looked to be in their thirties.

Ten more wizards who seem to have gathered from different schools.

There were three senior level magicians who seemed to have great mana just by looking at them.

The three of them each had three new disciples standing in front of them, and they were surrounding a large book of grimoires.

It was a power difference that could never be won with pure firepower.

But when Valencian saw the cover of the book of grimoires, his courage was replaced by anger.

It was one of the grimoires that turned the Ivory Tower autonomous region in the world before the return into a hell where souls burned.

“How did you get in here?”

The angry question from Blahon, a senior black magician who would have recognized and avoided him even when he was drunk.

To that question, Valencian answered by raising his metal staff.

“I, Valencianus, have come to you bastards who disobey the imperial command, conduct evil experiments, and destroy the territory and lives of the empire. You sinners, crane your necks and bow down!”

The body, strengthened by mana, kicked the ground at high speed.

It was a speed that wizards who sat all day and held onto parchment could never keep up with.

“What are you doing! You little brat who doesn’t even have a place to stick an awl!”

Blahon, a black magician who can instantly kill a hundred people with just his breath and cause nightmares from a thousand kilometers away, screamed.

The scream itself became a curse and flew towards Valencianus like fog.

but.

Clang!

The curse split apart with a flash of golden eyes and the sound of breaking glass.

A body that had undergone the Yongchan ritual could no longer be called human.

“It seems like you don’t know so I’ll answer!”

puck!

The metal cane struck the old man square in the peach pit.

“Ahh!”

“We are punishing the bastards who disobeyed the imperial edict, carried out evil experiments, and attempted to destroy the Empire’s territory and lives!”

Blahon grabbed his ankle and Valencian struck the back of his head with his fist.

thud!

The elder of the Pitch Black School lay on the floor, squirming.

There was silence in the laboratory for a moment.

and.

“That damned prince!”

“We must formally protest to the palace.”

“Prepare binding spells and fainting spells!”

The wizards gathered mana.

Valencian smiled coolly and lifted his staff.

“Who said it was hung up on me?”

He was an expert who had been through more battles than anyone else.

It started with hitting the head of the wizard at the very front.

With a thud, the red-robed wizard fell down like a puppet with its strings cut.

He overturned a desk, threw a metal cage containing a lab rabbit, poked the victim in the eye with his finger, grabbed the victim by the hair, and tripped him.

To begin with, magicians are not a profession that uses the body.

The combat doctrine of the Battle Mage also emphasizes mobility and power over fast casting.

As a magician, there was no way to defeat Valencianus, who had displayed the 5th level of Imperial Swordsmanship, once he approached this distance.

“Make that crazy son of a bitch kneel down… … gulp!”

He struck the throat of the wizard who was reciting the spell with the blade of his hand, then grabbed him by the nape of his neck and kneed him in the stomach.

“Rise and blow, spread like a wave!”

Sometimes it would create fire and frighten the wizards.

“Sharp stabbing flames!”

“A flame that clings earnestly!”

“Turn it over!”

“Everywhere you go will become a swamp. Catena!”

“Your eyes will become dim, your head will throbbing, and your fever will soar! Nenum!”

Dozens of orders came in though.

“Your evil tricks will not work on me, who fights for justice!”

It was not powerful enough to kill in the first place, and that level of power was not enough to break through the magic resistance of Valencianus, who had performed the Yongchan ritual.

“Carried by the wind… …!”

“That’s a 5th circle magic. You shouldn’t use it against people. The opponent is Hwang Hyung!”

“Thanks for the good information!”

Bang!

Occasionally, those who would roll their eyes and prepare a really powerful spell would strike with a metal staff.

“I will take the grimoire.”

“Take my sword!”

“Heeeeek!”

He aimed his sharp sword at the rookie who was trying to run away with his master’s book of magic, making him tremble in fear.

And finally, when Sereraji entered the laboratory.

“Sister, are you here?”

He sat like an evil lord, laughing, on top of the groaning wizards piled one on top of the other.

“This won’t work with the cheek.”

“I think so too. I just got a little excited, huh?”

“little?”

Valencian looked around the laboratory, which was filled with screams and groans everywhere.

“little.”

Sereraji wrote, laughed, and shouted, clearing his throat.

“What are you doing! A hardening and pushing lightning strike!”

Four white rings spun within her staff, gathering power.

Flash!

Blue light spread out like tree branches and Valencian staggered violently.

‘You didn’t faint. Your resistance really got stronger.’

Sereraji ran behind him and supported Iphije, the elder wizard of the Fire School.

“Are you okay?”

* * *

The magicians gathered again in the conference room on the 50th floor.

This time it wasn’t meant to be a conversation worth writing down.

“Gestalt! No matter how much you object, you can’t send your disciples and the royal family to destroy the laboratory! This is a violation of the rules of the ivory tower!”

Blahon, with bruises and bumps hanging from his horns, shouted.

Gestarte smiled with the corners of her lips raised.

“I told him not to. But the child said that he cannot tell the Grand Duke of the Empire, who had kicked him out, what to do.”

“What, what?”

That wasn’t a wrong statement.

The discipline of the priests was absolute, but that was only when it came to the relationship between priests.

“I am now a magician affiliated with the Imperial Magic Workshop and a special envoy of His Majesty Emperor Jerilis. I have heard reports that something terrible is about to happen in the Ivory Tower.”

Sereraji spoke informally to me in a slightly awkward tone.

That was also a shock to the elders and mid-level magicians.

“How could you… … ?”

“Sereraji. I’m really sorry. We… … .”

“Stop. Got it.”

Epigee spat out coldly and ground his teeth as he looked at Valencianus, who was smiling shamelessly.

She was a fire mage with a fiery personality.

“I will only conduct very basic experiments in front of you. And all experiments conducted for the study of that grimoire will be conducted only in front of you.”

Valencian laughed.

“Are you planning to call me every day?”

The high elf half-blood wizard shook his head.

“It doesn’t matter how many years it takes. I’ve been searching for 180 years. I just need to see the truth before I die.”

Valencianus and Sereraji made eye contact for a moment, then nodded.

“Don’t move.”

Valencianus thought as he walked towards the open laboratory for reproduction, following Iphije and the magicians.

‘This experiment is doomed to fail. If you don’t let it even begin, you’ll end up regretting it. The moment you feel the old energy in the middle, you won’t be able to refute it anymore. The moment you lose hope of control, you’ll understand that it’s just a trap of the old.’

The open lab was structured so that many people could look down on it.

Valencianus and Celerazi followed Iphije and several wizards into the public laboratory.

The pages of the grimoire, which was clearly made of human skin, turned one by one, and the novice wizard recited a spell, guiding mana along strange geometric patterns.

“Ohhh!”

“There are no problems yet.”

Clear red like smoke and dry white like bone swirled together.

It reacted with various reagents including silver powder, gradually becoming stable and changing into a bead-like shape.

Valencian clenched his fists, feeling inwardly uneasy.

‘Isn’t this it?’

I still couldn’t feel the old vibe.

“Finally, feed it blood to nourish and fix it.”

The final step of completely grasping the material of this world has begun.

The novice wizard pricked his finger with a needle and drew blood.

The moment that one drop of blood falls on a large bead-sized aura.

pop!

The red, glowing energy swelled up as if it was exploding.

The novice wizard fell on his butt and screamed.

Kkieeeeeeeeee-.

A fierce wave of psychic energy swept through the defenseless wizards.

Even the elders and Valencianus closed their eyes for a moment,

The energy rose into the sky, swelling dozens of times to almost the size of a person.

“fu*k!”

It was a speed that even Valencian had difficulty keeping up with.

It cut through the audience and ran down the hallway, slowly taking the form of a living thing.

The white energy became bones, and the red energy became flesh.

However, unlike other creatures in this world, it had a shape where bones seemed to cover flesh.

It was still unclear whether it was human, dog, or fish, but its white spine and red muscles were clear.

“Block the elevator and stairs!”

Wow!

Someone’s desperate cry was in vain, as he jumped out the window.

“world!”

Valencian, who was a step behind, cursed as he watched the red, curved shadow disappear 250 meters below.

“We’re in big trouble.”