How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 96

How to live as a tyrant’s spoiled brat Episode 96

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“It would be reasonable to see it that way. However, even if he is the abbot, he cannot force the successor of the count to come in. At the very least, he must have come in on his own.”

Valencianus said as he walked alone on the first floor of the cathedral.

“The question is why they can’t leave, or why they aren’t leaving. That’s probably it. It may not have anything to do with the eroders’ reagents, but it’s unlikely that two new incidents would suddenly break out in this rural monastery, where even the events of three years ago were recent. No. There aren’t any.”

There was conviction in his voice.

It was not a flash of insight, but a conviction born of long experience.

Mateos sometimes felt something of the same air as the Hong Bishop of Argos in those inhuman golden eyes and pale cheeks.

Only a self-righteous person who confidently and boldly advances with outstanding personal abilities and the wisdom gained from numerous experiences could have such an atmosphere.

An arrogant gaze filled with both passion and affection and compassion for those around him.

“So what are you going to do now?”

It was a question I asked because I was really at a loss, but the answer I got back was one that made me feel even more at a loss.

“We must pray and wait.”

I couldn’t imagine what Valencian’s answer would be.

The interior structure of the cathedral, built of black stone, was not much different from that of a cathedral.

The rectangular hall contained four rows of benches, a dais with a stained-glass back, and an altar beneath it, containing a crucifix and several ornate reliquaries.

Perhaps because it was work time, the cathedral was completely empty.

Valencian sat in the front row chair, his hands clasped together toward the cross.

Mateos asked, blinking his black eyes.

“Archduke Valen.”

“Yes, your majesty.”

“Are you really praying?”

“Every priest I met told me to pray and repent, but do you think differently?”

“no…….”

“Thank you. From now on, if anyone says anything to me, I will tell them that the saint said that I do not need to pray or repent.”

“Oh, God of Light.”

Mateos squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again.

Valencian smiled coolly and shook his head.

“Actually, I wasn’t praying.”

“I knew it. Then what were you doing?”

“I was looking at the reliquary. It’s amazing how safe it is to put it down like that. I thought it was hidden deep like the relics in the palace.”

Mateos said calmly.

Secretly fearing what Valencian would say next.

“Would the governor come over that wall? Would he climb up the cliff? No one in the monastery would dare to climb up that platform, and if he were worthy, he wouldn’t even have to touch it first.”

“Then can I go up and open it?”

“!”

Matheos grabbed Valencian’s wrist.

“Don’t do that.”

“Couldn’t the saint grant me permission? I could be the chosen warrior of the Holy Sword.”

“Yes, I could allow it, but it would be disrespectful to the director. And the light must have nominated many people as candidates for the warrior before the grand duke.”

“When will it be my turn?”

“It is not right to judge people by their actions, but it is much quicker to count them from behind.”

Valencian could not bear to deny it.

Even before his regression, he was still a man far from being a warrior.

Of course, as the prayer says, light sometimes casts a shadow, is jealous, vengeful, self-righteous, and sheds blood that doesn’t need to be shed.

But the light did not like cowards or deceivers.

“Yes, I think so too.”

Valencian looked around, made sure no one was there, and then quickly climbed up onto the platform.

Matheos was startled and tried to grab his ankle, but Valencian avoided him without even looking back and headed towards the altar.

“grandee!”

The saint burst into heartfelt rage.

A sacred power of black and white intersecting around him burned and enveloped him.

“If you dare touch the relic… … Huh?!”

Valencian opened the reliquary.

But he didn’t pick up anything.

“Saint, I knew this would happen.”

The inside of the reliquary was empty.

* * *

Black Saint Mateos looked at me with bewildered eyes.

His stern face looked even paler against his black robe.

“What on earth were you thinking when you did that?”

I said with a shrug.

“You can’t just leave something suspicious alone, right? You have to check it out.”

“There is a thing called procedure in this world.”

“I don’t believe in procedures because people like me are the ones who create those procedures.”

“What kind of nonsense is that… … !”

“Who the hell took that?”

I showed Matteos the palm of my hand that had opened the reliquary.

He was deeply burned and disfigured.

It was a body that could repel most magic and even block mana blades if covered with scales.

“Even though I praised you, it still looks like this. Any invasive species would be destroyed if they were to touch you. This is not the work of an outsider.”

“then…….”

“Yes, that’s right. Someone inside the monastery, someone with considerable divine power, took the holy relic. I don’t know if it was just the holy sword or something else, but either way, it was an insider’s doing.”

Mateos sighed deeply.

He had a strong impression, as if he had been carved from marble, but for a moment, he seemed to have returned to being a seminary student from the past.

“Lord, why do you make me doubt my brothers? I know that the mission of a saint is not to fight against evil, but to expose it, but this is too painful.”

I tried to say something comforting.

Then the sound of footsteps approached.

“Were you here?”

Abbot Hansen, a gentle-looking man with a shaved head, approached with monks, nuns, and candidates for the knighthood.

“These are all verified. You can trust them.”

“I am grateful that I have people who are like a light in my heart while the dark demon of doubt is eating away at me.”

Mateos welcomed them warmly.

I listened to their self-introductions and watched them demonstrate their divine powers, trying to find any suspicious parts.

They were all those who had enough divine power to open the reliquary.

“This is Sister Tella.”

“I am Sira, a candidate for the Paladin position.”

“I am the priest Odan. I am the vice-director.”

But being able to do something didn’t mean I did it, and above all, I couldn’t ignore the possibility that they were all in cahoots, so I had no choice but to wait.

Mateos explained the situation and had a conversation about the reagents.

Everyone had a serious expression on their face, and they carefully pointed out the people who might have received it or used it.

“I can’t say anything carelessly because I feel like a big internal strife might break out.”

“I see. If there were such a problem within the monastery, the two counts would surely come with their armies again.”

“But if the eroder sent the package, we must catch him.”

The story began to slowly come to a standstill.

I opened my mouth, feeling terribly tired and disgusted.

I don’t know.

Let’s just draw the sword and see what happens.

“But let me tell you something.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

The priest Odan answered.

He was a middle-aged man with a square jaw and glasses that suited him well.

However, the church respected secular status more than the ivory tower.

“Are the relics stored inside there? There doesn’t seem to be a lock on the relic case.”

Odan answered in a solemn and proud voice.

“Why would you need a lock? The moment the corrupt touches it, their hands will burn.”

“That’s true. I was in a lot of pain too.”

“Haha… … Yes?!”

I showed my palm.

Director Hansen, Vice Director Odan, Sister Tela, and several candidates for the Paladin were all shocked.

“How can you be so rude, even if you are His Highness the Grand Duke…!”

I said, cutting off Hansen’s cries.

“I’m sorry. As a swordsman, my desire for the Holy Sword was too great, so I couldn’t help it.”

“That’s not the kind of thing you should use when saying you can’t help it!”

Mateos looked at me with an expression as if to ask what I was doing.

I spoke like a naive, greedy person who knew nothing.

“But it’s empty inside. Do you only bring the reliquary to the altar and store the relics somewhere else?”

Okay, let’s see what the answer is.

I secretly expected their reaction.

Sister Tella raised her hand hesitantly.

“My job is to study relics. I was just studying them in my room.”

“!”

It was an unexpected answer.

Hansen and Odan nodded.

“Sister Teller, you didn’t bring it with you. Next time, please make sure to bring it with you.”

“sorry.”

“You have to be careful when there are guests from outside.”

Hansen bowed his head to me and the saint.

“I apologize. Since this is a place where only people who know each other are present, there are times when I become insensitive to the rules. Sister Tella will receive the appropriate punishment today.”

I waved my hand with a bitter smile on my face in defeat.

“I understand what you mean. I’m sorry for making things difficult for you.”

But, I continued speaking.

“Do you bring all the sacred objects and study them?”

I only opened one reliquary, but they didn’t know that.

For the first time, Hansen’s eyes shook.

That was enough.

I saw Mateos shut his eyes tightly.

* * *

The monastery’s dining room was neat, and the dinner was plentiful.

Valencian enjoyed a variety of fine hams and cheeses that were hard to come by even in the capital, and sipped elegantly from the wines made in the monastery.

I tore long strips of bread made with semi-dried figs and chewed on meat dripping with blood.

“Nari, how high are you, Nari?”

A girl who was fascinated by his natural and dignified movements and his white hair and golden eyes ran up to him and asked.

The young nun with blue eyes lifted the girl in fright and bowed her head to Valencian.

She knew that he was the real brother of the rumored tyrant emperor.

“I’m sorry. I grew up indoors so I don’t know much about manners… … I’m sorry.”

Valencian asked, grinning like a carnivore.

“It’s okay. It’s okay for a child to be like that. Didn’t you say he only grew up inside?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“I didn’t know that the monastery also served as an orphanage. Are they war orphans?”

“yes…….”

“you also?”

“Yes, yes. That’s right.”

The war between the two counts lasted a long time and left many casualties.

“I wonder why there are so many children and young people in the cloistered monastery. There are many places that do not accept more than a few outsiders each year. The abbot must be a kind person.”

Valencian’s eyes glowed softly.

The young nun with her head bowed did not see.

“Yes. He is a good man. He takes care of us all, and has tried to mediate between the two count families several times.”

“Okay, I got it. Go ahead.”

The young nun took the girl and ran away.

A warning voice was heard in the sensitive ears of the Bloodline Superhumans and the Divine Superhumans, warning them not to approach such people carelessly.

“I think he will be a beloved principal, seeing as how he doesn’t seem to be afraid of tall people.”

“I didn’t know the Archduke would say something like that.”

Black Saint Matheus finished his meal wearing a hood to hide his stigmata.

It was clear that no one would be able to pass up a meal if they found out that they were in the same place as the saint.

The two people sitting across from each other looked into each other’s eyes for a moment.

Pitch-black eyes and inhuman yellow pupils.

The yellow eyes were the first to avoid it, but it was their owner who spoke first.

“Did you receive the revelation well?”

After noon, Valencian toured the monastery, while Matheos prayed for three hours before the altar.

Gwangmyeong answered the son’s call and sent down a ray of light.

“… … He said it was the same mission he had given me. Burn everything under the cathedral bell tower.”

Mateos hesitated and hesitated, then spat out his confession.

His mission was to be the condemned one, the hammer that carried the wrath of the light.

“Don’t you know what that means?”

Valencian asked coolly.

Burn everything.

Mateos looked around, chewing on that sentence.

Laughing children, praying nuns and monks, candidates for the knighthood eating hurriedly, priests who have served God for a long time.

“At least the top three are definitely not the Children of Light, they are sons of bitches.”

“grandee.”

“I never thought I would be the one saying, ‘Don’t doubt the Lord.’”

“grandee!”

“You said to judge by fire, so may I do it instead?”

Valencian’s pupils became vertical like a dragon’s.

Mateos immediately grabbed his wrist.

Why.

“Did he allow his most faithful servants to become like this?”

Why.

“Why does He make me test my brothers and sisters? He sent me to punish evil, not to expose it.”

Valencian shook his head.

“It looks evil enough to me.”

“!”

“But it seems that the saint is very distressed by his suspicions of his brothers and sisters. I have prepared a gift for him.”

He said, grinning like a snake.

“I found a path behind the cliff. It’s under the bell tower. Let’s go.”

A color came to Mateos’ face.

It was the words I wanted to hear, hope.