How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 91

How to live as a tyrant’s spoiled brat Episode 91

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Cornell has the ability to control the slums, and he feels responsible and happy about it.

There are reasons why I have to do it and reasons why I want to do it.

Cornell served Amon, not the god of light, and rose through the ranks before eventually falling into ruin.

There are reasons why you shouldn’t do it, and reasons why you don’t want to do it.

And we choose that reason by our own will.

“Yes. Don’t forget. You want to be a congressman, and you will be.”

I spoke in the most definitive tone possible.

It was to give Cornell faith and give him strength.

“Let’s take it slow and sort it out one by one. Tell me. What is the biggest problem that has arisen because of this incident? Let me give you a hint. It’s not that you’ve lost people’s trust. That’s something that can’t be counted, and it’s something that exists and doesn’t exist. Your achievements exist as achievements. It’s just that you’re in a situation where you can’t show them off. So. What’s the problem?”

Cornell’s clever and intelligent eyes lit up.

The answer came back shortly.

“It’s a church.”

Sir Tentia flinched.

“Did you say church?”

I said with a satisfied smile.

“That’s correct. Why?”

“The greatest power I had was the authority to distribute church supplies.”

If you join the union and work, you will receive rations.

Neither the factory nor the jobs are immediately profitable.

Even in winter, grain prices will continue to rise until the late spring barley harvest.

In this situation, her greatest strength was that she held the keys to the warehouse full of grain.

“But that’s not my property. It’s the church’s property. And the church can’t leave that authority to someone who worships a heretical god.”

Because she’s a good kid, I’ll continue to be with her even if she believes in a heretic god.

A church where the donations of its members are important cannot say something like that.

“Yes. That’s what the other candidates who are trying to oust you say the most. They’re trying to drive you out as an eroder. In other words, if you can somehow fix that one part, you can be resurrected.”

Sir Tentia narrowed her eyes for a moment.

Somehow, the word seemed to have touched her nerves.

I paused for a beat, then continued, trying to get Cornell to focus.

“I’ll take care of it.”

“yes?”

“Within a week, I will catch and kill all the candidates who are calling you a corruptor, and I will make it possible for the church to support you again. You just focus on winning back the hearts of the people.”

Cornell looked down for a moment.

The hand holding the cane was filled with strength.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“what?”

“Do you feel guilty about killing my father?”

I burst out laughing and said, “Ha.”

“I am Emperor Valencianus. I am innocent. I am responsible only to His Majesty the Emperor, the Sun of the Empire.”

There were more than one or two reasons why I came forward.

“I’ve invested so much money in you so far, I can’t just blow it all here, right?”

There was also a trade-off.

“If you hit me knowing I was behind you, then you ignored me.”

Even after living for nearly 50 years, he still had the same pride.

I wondered how far Cornell, empowered by knowledge rather than bloodlines, could go, and there was a sort of… … sense of duty.

A sense of duty not to lose talented people who have both responsibility and ability.

There was something they were talking about earlier.

What did Cornell do?

That’s a really mean thing to say.

Gathering people, forming an organization, and getting them to do their jobs well to achieve results is not something that just anyone can do.

It was unpleasant that such talent was being touched by people who only knew how to put others down.

Would it be correct to say that it felt like seeing a bunch of crazy guys going into a flower garden and picking the flowers one by one?

In a caste society, the most serious crime was the crime of offending someone of higher rank.

And I was the Emperor’s closest relative, the second highest in the world.

He turned around and walked out of the room.

Sir Tentia followed closely behind.

“What are you going to do now?”

“Nothing much. I should go and get it.”

“That’s a knightly decision. But I don’t think it’s a noble decision.”

There was a strange worry in her voice.

“How rude. Wasn’t that what you were asking me to do?”

“That’s right. But this time, aren’t you trying to help the congressman instead of the article? You’re trying to solve the article’s problems like the congressman, and the congressman’s problems like the article, so I’m just curious about your intentions.”

I said with a cool smile.

“When I sparred with Kyung, Kyung told me something. Swordsmanship is about striking at the weak points.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“It’s the same. They label Cornell as an eroder so I can’t help him.”

Sir Tentia said with a puzzled look.

“Yes. If Your Majesty helps that child now, Your Majesty will be suspected of being a corruptor as well.”

“Then you think I won’t be able to help Cornell from the front, or at least not with force. Don’t you?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

I hummed softly.

“Then what are they guarding against?”

“!”

Sir Tentia opened her eyes wide.

“Now that I think I have completely taken away the card of force, the lazy ones will let their guard down, the diligent ones will prepare for a war of public opinion, and the even more diligent ones will prepare to stab each other.”

“If Your Majesty goes and overturns everything… … .”

“The only option left for them is to drive me into being an encroacher. But a threat only works as a threat when the other party tries to avoid it.”

I paused for a beat, then opened my yellow eyes vertically and continued speaking.

“If they want to drive me into a trap, I’ll charge them with insulting the royal family and cut off their heads. You know that. After biting and tearing at each other, all that’ll be left is a victory with only scars.”

but.

“If I get hurt whether I win or lose, it’s better to win and get hurt.”

Sir Tentia distorted his manly face.

But the corners of his lips were twitching little by little.

The knight with the expression of a sad wolf laughed ferociously.

“If I get hurt whether I win or lose, it is better to win and get hurt… … Your Majesty. You are truly a knight.”

* * *

There were fifteen councillors who ran directly for seats in the old slums, and seven councillors whose districts overlapped with parts of the slums.

And in the span of a week, twelve of the candidates running for office went missing.

Underneath the slums, an underground waterway still flowed, and the slimes there ate even bones and tree branches.

Rumors began to spread that the villainous Emperor Valencianus was active in secret.

But at the same time, there was considerable talk that the candidates were stabbing each other and blaming Valencian.

The first evidence was that Cornell had not yet shown himself to the public.

The argument that he would have returned immediately if he had looked after the royal family had some persuasive power.

As a second piece of evidence, it was not uncommon to see thugs hired by the candidates actually fighting.

They didn’t just raise their voices or fight with their fists, they actually fought bloodily, wielding daggers and steel clubs.

Ironically, it was the poor who were not putting up such a fight.

And of the twelve candidates who disappeared, only three were directly touched by Valencianus.

“It’s strange. Once someone opens the floodgates, they start fighting as if they’ve been waiting for it.”

Alsen sat on the third floor of a building next to the square and whistled.

“Your Majesty is right.”

The thugs and knife wielders who followed him bowed their heads respectfully.

Although he did not run in the slums, there were quite a few districts that spanned the slums, and it would have been much more helpful to campaign there given the population density.

“And I’m the one who picks up and eats the crumbs that fall from the fight.”

“Ugh.”

At his feet lay a bleeding candidate.

“Please clean it up.”

The thugs dragged him down into a basement connected to an underground sewer.

Alsen looked out across the square from beneath a building whose one wall was half open.

[Human Hunt by Emperor Valencianus and the Wicked Woman Connell!]

[Look at those ungrateful bastards who don’t know grace!]

The plaza was littered with posters with all sorts of provocative phrases on them.

Among them, the place with the most crowds was in front of Alsen’s poster.

[Now is the time for us to come together again.]

“People don’t like it when someone just curses at someone. They’re both equally bad! If you do that, both of you will be ruined.”

Anyway, as soon as the election was over, he would return to the gate.

The more active the commercial district was, the more taxes it received, and it was easy to receive bribes from merchants.

“So now, if we bring Cornell back, there’s nothing we can do. No matter what he says, the other candidates will keep biting each other over the issue of erosion.”

Alsen said with a grin.

“Am I wrong? Your Highness, Grand Duke Valencian?”

He was just coming up the stairs to the third floor.

Alsen held his breath as if he had first seen him from a distance.

Although he believed that he had prepared thoroughly and had planned it perfectly, Valencian had the power to make him doubt his faith.

Her splendid platinum hair, swept back, gave her a cheerful yet confident impression, and her golden eyes were inhuman, creating an atmosphere that made it difficult to judge her next move.

The white suit embroidered with red belt and gold thread made him look more complete, and the long sword with cross guard at his waist combined with his bloody rumor to create a strange sense of weight.

And what about the knight who follows closely behind?

His short hair and eyes are as cold as cooling blood, and his manly face is filled with the anger of one who knows honor and glory.

The white plate armor covers his entire body without any gaps, and the red cloak, which is clearly a magical tool, makes the knight appear as a separate entity from his surroundings.

“Alsen. It’s the first time I’ve seen you since I saw you on the street that time. Has it been a week?”

“Yes, Your Majesty. It has been a long time.”

“Yes. Time is always short when it’s short, and long when it’s long. I didn’t know you’d get rid of nine.”

“Isn’t it okay if I just disappear?”

Alsen smiled faintly and looked at the posters.

[Human Hunt by Emperor Valencianus and the Wicked Woman Connell!]

[Are we still the prey?]

“Didn’t you kill twelve candidates for the House of Representatives? What on earth are you doing? Don’t you know how sensitive the poor are to human hunting?”

“Yeah. I know.”

“The strategy of just getting out has its limits. If Your Majesty had killed me first, things might have been a little different. But now the poor reject Your Majesty and Cornell not as invaders but as murderers.”

It was Alsen who led it that way.

“Your Majesty seems to be meticulous, but you tend to look down on others too much.”

Alsen laughed, and Valencian looked down at the makeshift church.

There were only two seminarians, no priests, and four paladins with their cloaks pulled over them looking around.

Alsen rose from his seat and faced Valencian.

Her poisonous green eyes flashed with triumph.

“Go back to the palace, Your Highness. If you move any further from here, the church will step in, and then things will no longer be in the slums.”

“That’s right. Since I’m entangled with the Encroachers, His Majesty the Emperor won’t be able to protect me forever.”

“I won’t kill Cornell.”

“That sounds a little bit tempting. Tell me more.”

“My district is not the slums, but the gates that overlap with the slums. As long as I can get votes from the people who enter my district, I don’t really care what happens to the slums. Whether Cornell takes his revenge or not, whether this place falls apart again or not.”

Valencian clicked his tongue.

“Is that what you’re saying when you’re going to be a member of the National Assembly? I told you. You’re not a noble. The destruction of the neighboring district is a completely different matter from the destruction of the neighboring fiefdom.”

“I see. I don’t know.”

“Then you shouldn’t become a member of the National Assembly, Sir Tentia.”

As soon as Valencian’s words fell, the red-haired knight drew his sword.

It was ridiculous to compare the skills of a thug and a knight.

“Ah, ah, ah!”

“Please save me!”

Those who resisted were struck in the chest with a sword, and those who ran away were struck in the back with a sword.

But Alsen didn’t even blink an eye.

“What are you trying to do? Do you really want to be excommunicated for being in cahoots with the eroders?”

He had the cards in his hand from the beginning to avoid the threat of force.

“What are you trying to do?”

“yes?”

“He’s been eroded, killing all his subordinates and running wild in the middle of the street.”

But it was Valencian who was smiling like a victor.

“What do you mean?”