How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 90

How to live as a tyrant’s spoiled brat Episode 90

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Valencian’s villa was not as luxurious as rumored.

There were no jewel-encrusted chandeliers, no gold-embroidered tapestries, no wine fountains or half-naked beauties.

However, in the garden there were many evergreen trees showing off their height, and inside the mansion, neat and tidy wooden furniture was harmoniously arranged.

In the back, there was a training ground that could accommodate about ten people at a time, but recently, neither Rudi nor Valencianus went to the training ground of the Platinum Knights and trained there.

This is because both of them handled weapons and abilities that were not good to show to others.

“Valen, what should I do? How did this happen?”

Rudy jumped between the wooden beams, threw his dagger, and came down to look at Valencianus’ left arm.

Her green eyes fluttered.

Valencian’s entire left hand was covered with dark red scales.

His fingernails had also grown long and hard, giving him the appearance of an assassin’s weapon or a strange gauntlet.

“I just felt something when I was dealing with verbs. You know, the feeling of tremendous power? But then suddenly I ended up like this? What the heck?”

He rolled his yellow, vertically slit eyes and laughed.

“Don’t laugh. I’m so nervous right now.”

As Rudy flared up, Valencian sighed deeply.

“I’m anxious too. That’s why I laugh. If I don’t laugh, I feel like I’m going to cry.”

“Have you tried the blue pill?”

He looked over one of the shelves.

Three vials were empty.

“I don’t think it’s a control issue.”

“sure?”

“It’s just my guess, but you just said you felt a strong force.”

“yes.”

“I think that’s what accelerates the dragonfly and uses its power.”

“Why are you writing that now?”

Rudy asked with a dumbfounded expression and tears in his eyes.

Valencian replied with a hollow laugh.

“I didn’t know.”

“Huh?! No… … Then what are you going to do now?”

“Call my sister for Sereraji. There’s a medicine she’s been researching.”

We arrived at Sereraji an hour later.

As soon as she saw Valencian’s hand, she raised her staff and struck him on the head.

The yellow and blue gold set the Liaodong ablaze with anger.

“I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?”

“Good news.”

“Your prediction was right. My little brother, you only have insight into useless things. You have pulled out your strength in exchange for the progress of your dragon transformation.”

“What’s the bad news?”

“The dragonfly transformation has already begun. It’s no longer a matter of control. It’s a matter of price.”

Valencian sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace, his shirt sleeves slightly rolled up to reveal his hands.

The scaled hands looked awkward against the white face.

“But there is one more piece of good news.”

Sereraji asked, taking off her robe.

“What is it?”

“A genius wizard came here with both hands full to help me?”

Valencian smiled slyly.

Sereraji clicked his tongue and gathered electricity between his two fingers, striking Valencianus’ wrist.

But to him, second-circle level magic was just a stinging sensation.

“ouch!”

“Just pretend you don’t know and stay still until I tell you!”

“Okay. I’m sorry!”

Rudy sighed in relief and sobbed.

Her affectionate expression and green eyes filled with tears made even the coldest of cold-blooded people turn away.

“Your Highness the Grand Duke of Sereraji. Can you heal Lord Valen?”

Sereraji once again slapped Valencian’s wrist.

“You should really be grateful to your maid. Do you know that?”

“Of course. So, can you fix me up for her?”

“How shameless!”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Don’t be like that. Why don’t you feel a little bad? Give me some satisfaction.”

“Such base satisfaction and pathological sadism will do you no good in life, sister.”

Sereraji opened her bag, swearing with her eyes.

The red medicine was in a tall glass bottle like a test tube, and the blue medicine was in a glass bottle that looked like a bulging gourd.

In both cases, there was a white smoke-like aura swirling around in the liquid.

“Eventually, I also became blue again. After all, it was stable after destruction, but what’s wrong with those reagents? No matter how I mix them, they’re always blue.”

“Cheap blue pill for vastatin?”

“I don’t understand why, when you hear it from your own mouth, even Vastatin sounds like Sererajia.”

“Why is the red pill in that tube and the blue pill is still there?”

Valencian answered question with question, dropping the first question that came.

But Sereraji knew that and passed on it.

“The red potion is already complete. It’s a potion that helps you with what you did today. It’s a potion that allows you to draw strength while enduring a bit of dragonflight. But the blue potion is still unfinished.”

Valencian shrugged.

“I’m the only one in the empire with the Yongchan ritual right now, so I can’t test it on anyone else. It’s okay. Do you really want to die?”

“No. So, I can’t just eat it. I have to memorize the order myself.”

“ah.”

“Did you think I would bring you an unfinished medicine?”

Sereraji smiled faintly.

Valencian made an exaggerated gesture, saying, “Huh?”

“As expected from my older sister.”

And he brought the blue vial to his lips.

“Wait a minute. That’s not something you eat, it’s something you put on! Please listen to the whole explanation!”

Sereraji grabbed his wrist in horror.

“You should have told me sooner. I almost got in big trouble.”

“You tried to drink it without permission! You might have lost all your teeth.”

Rudy evenly applied the blue liquid to Valencianus’ left hand.

Sereraji took hold of his staff and chanted a long spell.

Valencian felt his left hand grow hot.

It was a hand that was literally intact even when put into fire.

“… … It’s hot.”

“Of course. Are you willing to endure that much pain? Because it’s your responsibility to refuse the price of Yong-chan.”

Sereraji smiled with satisfaction.

A shadow fell over his balanced, fresh face.

“Responsibility and price are different. Responsibility can take many forms, but price is what the other party wants. But we are the royal family at the top of the bloodline, right? So who would dare to talk about price to us?”

The gold and silver glittered and the crimson scales of Valencianus floated and fell one by one.

The hook-like nails fell off and the white human hands returned.

“… … Thank you. Thanks to you, I survived. If His Majesty had known, he would have cut off my hand and healed me with blood magic for a year.”

“I suppose so. If you’re grateful, can I take these scales? You know how good a reagent dragon scales are.”

“Of course. Of course I was going to give it to you.”

Sereraji smiled and gathered the scales and put them in a paper bag.

Valencianus and Rudy sighed in relief as they looked at the white hand.

“Sister. Just in case, do you apply red medicine too?”

Valencian asked with his yellow eyes sparkling.

“No. The red medicine is already finished. It’s for eating. I’ll leave it for you, so use it only when you need it.”

Sereraji said, pouring red medicine into small bottles.

At that moment, Tentia approached with a stern expression.

“Your Majesty, Cornell has been attacked.”

* * *

I dressed in a hurry and headed to the old slums.

After hiding in a suitable alley and checking, I found that the empty lot where the temporary church was set up and the plaza that was being built in front of Cornell’s building were in ruins.

It was awkward to say that it was an old slum, but it was to the point where the slum came to mind again.

My head started hurting because cheap, thumping music was blasting from all directions.

The number of seminarians attending the temporary church was less than half of the usual number, and there was no priest in sight.

Instead, a paladin was wearing a cloak pulled down and his eyes were shining in the corner.

“Everyone! Rest assured! We have defeated the eroder Cornell, who served the Old Ones.”

“That young devil bitch is the main culprit behind 1,800 murders that have occurred so far. She shared the meat with the executives and offered the bones to the old things she serves, so she didn’t come to light.”

“I am a cannibalistic demon who cut off a thousand other people’s legs to fix my own!”

“Her true form is a fifteen-legged raccoon monster!”

Middle-aged and older candidates for the National Assembly, dressed in suits or uniforms, stood on podiums large and small and shouted loudly.

Among them, there were many who offered me gold coins in order to avoid the deposit and candidate registration screening.

“Was it really Cornell who was the eroder?”

“Don’t talk nonsense. If it weren’t for him, we’d all be starving to death right now!”

“Who healed your nail wounds and your broken bones?”

“Priests and seminarians, but strictly speaking it wasn’t Cornell who did it?”

“!”

I saw a few people nodding their heads.

The man who said that shouted proudly.

“Look. The church provides the meals and medical treatment, and we built the brick factory with our own hands. Those workshops were invested in by the big guilds. I admit that Cornell, that kid, worked hard, of course. But that’s not all.”

“I think so too. He’s admirable, but he’s not a savior. Didn’t he lead a gang of thugs until recently?”

“Have you ever seen such an ungrateful brat?”

“Let’s all join forces to open a new era? Yeah, that’s good. But why is it that we do the work and she gets the glory? And isn’t she also a remnant of the old era? She exploited us with violence and fear!”

Sir Tentia bit her lower lip.

Anger appeared on his manly face.

“……majesty.”

“Yeah. Judging by his appearance, he’s clearly a thug. He was probably part of another organization that Cornell took down. And he was probably hired by those guys to be a pimp.”

“!”

Sir Tentia looked at the other candidates as if she hadn’t thought about that.

“Can we solve it the knight way?”

“What kind of method is it?”

“I can either throw my steel gauntlet in their faces and challenge them to a duel. Or I can beat them up for daring to talk on the platform while a knight passes by.”

“Not bad. I think that would be good too. I’d like to burn him to death first, but Cornell, that kid should live in the way of a senator, not a knight.”

At that moment, we heard a voice calling us from behind.

“It’s been a long time, Your Majesty.”

“Was it Alsen?”

A blond young man was walking down an alley accompanied by several men in suits.

“Yes, Your Majesty. After hearing Your Majesty and Lord Tentia’s words that day, I thought a lot. What is the true path for the people?”

“That was a great decision. I will give you my compliments. It was very deadly and sharp. It reminded me of the claws of the eroders.”

“Haha. It is an honor, Your Majesty.”

“Do you know where Cornell is?”

“I don’t know. Does Your Majesty know?”

“I don’t know either.”

Alsen passed me and went out into the square.

Then he built a platform, climbed on top of it, and started shouting again.

Then Sir Tentia looked at me.

“Your Majesty, I have a guess.”

* * *

The three-story stone building standing tall at the end of the alley was still magnificent.

This was the mansion of the father and gang leader who was trying to fix his daughter’s leg.

The hand of redevelopment had already passed through, the planks and tents that had been stuck together had long since been torn down, and the thugs of the poor who had been scratching their faces everywhere were nowhere to be seen.

Instead, only the groans of wounded animals could be heard.

Perhaps because he had seen the Tentia Lord, his gaze was wary, but it soon subsided.

“I will serve you.”

A woman who was one of the executives bowed her head politely.

She also limped, probably because she was injured.

There was probably no time to do any interior work, as the inside of the building still showed traces of soot.

It was a sign that I had set fire to it.

In front of the boss’s room on the second floor, an executive knocked on the door.

“Come in,” came the reply.

A girl with a clever and intelligent appearance was sitting at her father’s desk.

With an expression full of responsibility, regardless of good or evil.

“I heard you were injured.”

“majesty?”

Cornell flinched as he stood up.

“You must not come. The church… …!”

“I know.”

She had a look on her face that said she had a lot to say.

I cut her off firmly and went in.

“Yes or no. Answer one of the two. Do you still want to be a member of parliament?”

Cornell looked breathless.

“……yes.”