How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 94

How to live as a tyrant’s spoiled brat Episode 94

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Argos’ office was still luxurious.

The domed ceiling, with its mosaic of colored glass and skylights, was magnificent, and there were gorgeous ceiling paintings here and there.

The walls were hung with ornate tapestries bearing religious designs, and the candlesticks were all made of gold.

At the round table in the center of the room, I, the saint, and Argos talked.

“I was wondering why you haven’t been in touch lately.”

The skinny Hong Bishop, Argos, spoke with distorted, harsh eyes.

“I had a feeling something was going to happen, but I never thought it would involve the eroders.”

I took the words in stride.

No amount of vigilance was allowed to drive this capable church administrator into a corner.

“How can the royal family ignore the tragedy of the church? We will provide both material and spiritual support to help you find out the truth.”

“No. It is a monastery matter. We cannot cause trouble. This is something that is handled within the church itself… .”

Argos tried with all his might to reject me.

Not only do they know that I want to take the saint away, but they also don’t want anything good to come from me, whose rumors are getting more and more vicious by the day.

But I was a great negotiator and always made offers that people couldn’t refuse.

“Count Dorcaisis and Count Antares are engaged in a territorial war nearby. I don’t think they would harm the saint, but wouldn’t it be better to avoid any misunderstandings or unnecessary conflicts in the first place?”

“Umm… … .”

“There is no great lord who does not know the great name of His Majesty the Emperor, even if he does not know my name, and there is no great lord who does not know that he has a twin who looks exactly like him.”

I continued, furthermore, with a sigh.

“The problem of strays needs to be solved as soon as possible. The original method of the church was to send messenger pigeons to nearby parishes or knightly monasteries. But this time, there is a problem with that monastery.”

Argos’s eyes flashed with anticipation beyond his spectacles.

There were wrinkles around his eyes, but his gaze was still bright.

“Are you saying that there is already a problem?”

It was a scary logic that could easily lead to being refuted as to how one could know the internal situation and be branded as a gangster.

“If the problem isn’t that the eroders sent contaminated reagents to the monastery, then what is it?”

But if you look at my record, I am a person who has been excommunicated a hundred times and still has nothing to say, so I was able to be confident this time too.

“If we send people by horse and carriage, it will be late summer by the time we get there. Even if we send messengers to the nearby parishes, they will not be able to enter or leave the territory where a territorial war is being fought. In the end, it would be best for me and a high-ranking priest to go quickly.”

“One Bishop Hong… … .”

This bishop really went all the way.

“A bishop of average age 70 years old will die flying through the sky in the cold wind of early spring! Please give me a saint!”

Finally, Mateos, who had been sitting quietly and listening, opened his mouth.

His pitch-black hair had a few curls, his white face looked like it had been carved from marble, and his deep black eyes now began to show the insight befitting the name of a saint.

The saint spoke, pulling out the sleeves of his robes that were more splendid than those of the emperor.

“Your Highness, please understand. That monastery has a long history and many sacred relics are preserved there, so I think Bishop Hong is reluctant to send the Archduke there.”

“What does it have to do with me going there, whether it has a long history or many sacred relics?”

“The Archduke didn’t seem very well behaved when he came to the cathedral last time.”

So you thought I was going to call it stealing the holy relic?

Or should I be stubborn and ask for one?

… … How did you know?

“But now that I know that the eroders are entangled, I cannot remain silent as a saint. However, the church law strictly prohibits the use of wyverns by clergy, so I don’t know what to do.”

Argos also nodded.

“I am a former inquisitor and church judge. I cannot allow the saint, who should be a role model for everyone, to ride the wyvern’s hand.”

The church hates wyverns.

Now, they don’t send out paladins to destroy the wyvern pits, but they demand that their numbers be reduced every year.

The excuse is that no matter how tamed they are, they are beasts that should not be kept near others because they are born as demons, but the real reason is that they eat too much.

Although they are scaly and eat less than furred ones of similar size, 200 adult wyverns can still eat between 2,400 and 3,000 wyverns per month.

That’s roughly 30,000 a year.

If you add the kids, there will be more.

Of course, this is all tax.

Since the church is fundamentally on the side of the people, it cannot look favorably on the royal family that squeezes the people to operate its power.

However, the empire had grown so large that it could no longer run its administrative network without the wyverns, and as someone who knew how useful they were, I could not bring myself to agree.

“Not only the bishop, but also people from other churches will think so.”

Argos answered with an expression that said even if he were pricked with a needle, not a single drop of blood would come out.

“you’re right.”

“I don’t think the saint would like it either.”

“The dragon itself is not a creature that obeys the God of Light.”

As expected, he was a sincere seminarian.

I shrugged.

“Have you ever heard of such a thing?”

Argos looked ominous.

“What are you talking about?”

“It is easier to forgive than to ask permission.”

I grabbed the saint’s white wrist and jumped up.

Mateos looked at me in surprise.

“Your Majesty. What are you doing?”

I smiled and ran out of the office.

“This is kidnapping!”

* * *

For the people of the capital’s streets, Valencianus was always the best snack.

“When did that guy get into more than one accident?”

“Isn’t it hard to call it an accident now? That guy was a yellow bastard from the start.”

A culture of play developed in which people would spit out one evil deed per glass of alcohol.

A man with a disgusted look on his face began to speak loudly.

“He reported his half-siblings, saying he wanted to live alone, and on Sundays, he got drunk and harassed his maid.”

The woman sitting next to him continued the verse with great elegance.

“He beat an honorable knight, raped his sister, swindled a casino, and even set it on fire.”

The people sitting at the table continued to sing skillfully.

“They assaulted guards and customers eating at a restaurant, kidnapped suspected thieves, and blew up an inn.”

“You’re the one who broke the machines in the casino, beat the guards to death, and killed the hard-working crocodiles at the Wyvern Pit just for fun!”

A young man at the next table shouted loudly.

“A person who stole His Majesty’s wine and sold it to nobles, and raped his father in front of his daughter. A member of the royal family who enjoys hunting humans in the slums with the red knight, and manufactures drugs with the blue wizard and sells them in the red-light district and slums.”

A middle-aged man who had just entered the store hummed softly.

“A sadist who feeds his servants who commit minor mistakes alive to wyverns and enjoys watching the spectacle. Valencianus, who even takes bribes from his servants by using his master’s authority, beats up market merchants, and extorts goods in kind.”

The lyrics continued without interruption.

“In the streets of learning, they summoned the ancients, slaughtered their kin, and brought the encroachers to the cathedral.”

A young boy asked for whiskey and was hit in the forehead and given beer instead.

“They beat the knights, banished Bishop Hong, massacred the poor, and beheaded the Marquis.”

“You raped that daughter.”

First, the one whose lyrics were cut off ended up buying alcohol.

“You failed in your experiments with the old in the ivory tower, and you closed the gates to kill thousands of people.”

“In the slums, they tried to burn to death a brave girl who was trying to change the streets by joining hands with a man named Alsen.”

The song stopped there.

A man sitting at the table where they first started tried to make up a rumor because he didn’t want to buy a drink.

“The damn Valencian… … .”

At that moment, the sound of rough horse hooves and the shouts of knights could be heard in the street.

“Archduke Valencian has kidnapped the saint! Catch him!”

Everyone in the store gaped in amazement.

Dagdak, dagdak, dagdak!

The rough sound of horse hooves was heard.

Valencian rode his horse past the tavern.

For the first time, they looked clearly at that scoundrel royal family.

The handsome man with his platinum hair neatly slicked back seemed unconcerned about anything.

The inhuman golden eyes sparkled with mad excitement, and the hand holding the reins seemed to have a greed that seemed unwilling to let go of anything.

His white uniform embroidered with gold thread made him feel completely separate from his surroundings.

The pale cheeks added a strange and mysterious atmosphere.

Living life as one pleases, intoxicated with one’s own desires.

Little rascal.

Hahahahahahahaha-.

For a moment, silence fell inside the bar, and only the sound of loud laughter echoed through the streets.

“… …They kidnapped our saint.”

The man recited the last verse in a trembling voice.

* * *

I sat down with Mateos on the saddle under the Wyvernpit Dome and greeted them both.

“I’m sorry I can’t go with you.”

Lord Tentia saluted with eyes dripping with apology.

“No. I believe that Kyung will learn more from the joint subjugation of Platinum.”

“Lord Valen. Please come back safely and don’t get hurt.”

Rudy said in an anxious voice.

It always felt like a sin to look at those clear green eyes trembling.

“Don’t worry. If it doesn’t work out, I’ll just use the power of the Biryonghwa.”

Mateos seemed surprised, but ignored it for the time being.

Rudy continued.

“His Majesty the King told me to tell Sereraji that I will return after much suffering and hardship. But don’t die.”

“Ha, that’s typical of you.”

I briefly pictured her with long blue hair, doing an experiment, hearing my news, turning around slightly and saying that with that fresh face.

“Saint. You’re wearing a belt, so there’s no way you’ll fall. But if you’re still anxious, hold on to my waist tightly… … Aah! Hold on lightly!”

The saint’s body, transformed by the stigmata, was comparable to that of the Sword Master.

Thanks to that, I had to pull the reins while enduring the pain of almost bending my waist from side to side.

Mateos spoke with a trembling voice that did not match his cold face.

“Archduke Valen. Are you really… … going to ride this? There’s nothing underfoot?”

“Wouldn’t that be fun?”

“No!”

I said as I watched the net open.

“Then let’s have fun while we’re at it! Let’s go!”

The wyvern spread its 20-meter wings and flew into the sky.

The buildings of the capital began to pass by beneath our feet.

The condemned one, the black saint Mateos Tomor, screamed.

“Archangel Valen! This is madness. God of Light! Save your faithful son!”

“Why are you making such a fuss when you wouldn’t die even if you fell from here?”

I turned my wyvern head towards the two counties and laughed.

A cool breeze brushed my cheek.

“Laugh and be happy. The whole world is at your feet.”

“Why is that fun? Eww!”

On the first day, Mateos screamed until the moment he landed on the Wyvern Landing Pad at night.

The second day, Mateos didn’t say a word, just stood there, frozen as a stone, holding on to the saddle and my waist.

It was only on the third day that he was finally able to answer my questions.

I looked back and asked.

Bloodshot eyes appeared in the black saint’s deep eyes.

“Saint, I have a few questions to ask you. What kind of monastery are you going to now?”

He looked at his feet, sighed, and opened his mouth.

“You probably know that monasteries are broadly divided into cloistered monasteries and active monasteries.”

A cloistered monastery serves the light by minimizing contact with the world in the countryside, while an active monastery serves the light by serving the world.

“Yes, that’s right.”

“The monastery there is, of course, a cloistered monastery. Like other cloistered monasteries, they do various things to be self-sufficient.”

The cloistered monastery is omnipotent.

Starting with farming, running farms and fish farms, making cheese, fine wine, beer, whiskey, sausages, ham and jam.

They do a lot of things, like copying scriptures and advanced books, weaving advanced lace used by nobles, studying herbs and making magic potions, training knights, studying relics and sealing old grimoires and magical tools…

Basically, it is a place where knowledge is easy to enter and difficult to leave, and since it does not pursue profit, it can invest in improving quality as long as operating expenses are covered.

In these turbulent times, when kingdoms fall and lands change hands, monasteries remain and preserve their knowledge.

“But there is a reason why it is more important than other cloistered monasteries.”