How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 97

How to live as a tyrant’s spoiled brat Episode 97

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The ‘waves’ of the ‘Wavey Plains’ were right-angled, triangular lumps of black clay and rock, hundreds of meters to several kilometers in height and length.

The slopes were both steep and gentle, and the monasteries were built on ‘waves’ that were steep enough to prevent attackers from easily climbing them, but gentle enough to provide flat ground.

We stood at the edge of a steep cliff, behind the cathedral that stood tall at the highest point of the ‘wave’.

Once they had permission to go anywhere, even if they had not received permission, there were not many places in the empire where the Saint and the Archduke could not go.

But, looking down at the cliff that looked to be about 400m high, it was hard to feel like going up.

“Archduke Valen. Where is the road?”

“Come this way.”

I took about five steps from the cliff, climbed over the fence, and cut through the weeds.

Mateos followed with a suspicious look in his eyes.

“It’s too dark. That’s a good thing. If I could see down there, I might have fainted.”

“I was thinking of lighting a fire just now.”

“Does it really have to be that way?”

“Then, would you be able to go down this cliff in the middle of the night without a light?”

Neither I nor the saints have been caught in the slightest darkness.

But the path I discovered was so bad that I doubted whether it could even be called a path.

I checked several times to make sure I didn’t find it in the wrong place.

Mateos narrowed his eyes and muttered something, and a soft white light emanated from his body.

“It would be best to go down slowly, Your Majesty.”

“I think so too.”

A spiral staircase leading down was created on the edge of a cliff that was sunken inward.

Thanks to the concave terrain, three sides were supported by supports, but the remaining side was completely open.

I extended my hand respectfully to the saint.

“The saint is in a rage, so please take the lead.”

Mateos answered coldly and desperately.

“If you do not wish to see me go mad, then you, Archduke, take the lead. This is my order as a representative of God.”

I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but I obeyed the saint’s words.

“Yes, your majesty.”

The stairs were not made of stone, but of wooden planks.

Sometimes it would shake, snap, or blow dust, which scared me.

Looking up at the upper supports, there were many that were cracked.

It wasn’t just that the construction was shoddy, it also looked like it wasn’t intended to be used for a long time in the first place.

“Come to think of it, it seems that Archduke Valen can’t use flight magic?”

“I know the order, but I haven’t been able to get myself to write it yet.”

Although my magical talents were limited to fire, I still learned a few handy and useful spells before returning.

“Why? Why can’t the Archduke just pick me up and fly down?”

“Flying is a spell where you wrap yourself in wind magic and fly, but it is much more difficult than you think and consumes a lot of mana. There is a reason why the elders of the ivory tower ride brooms or carpets.”

Before I did Yongchan, I couldn’t do it because I didn’t have enough mana.

It has increased quite a bit now and is growing steeply, but it is still not enough to fly freely in the sky.

“Your Majesty the Emperor, aren’t you a very good flyer?”

“He is not a human being.”

“If we look at it by bloodline, aren’t all nobles not pure human beings?”

“Even taking that into account, he’s not human. He’s just Jaylilith.”

I thought that having that kind of conversation would be the only way I could stay sane.

The night breeze blew and brushed my cheek.

It felt so refreshing to ride a wyvern, but now my shoulders were shaking.

There was a terrible sound.

Stop!

“Have you heard?”

“Yes, your majesty.”

I hurriedly ran down the next stairs.

The problem was that the saints who followed me had no choice but to walk the steps I had walked.

The gaps between the stairs were so wide that it was difficult to even skip one.

Of course, I got angry.

“Eww!”

The saint’s body fell down.

Could the steps below support Mateos?

I thought not.

“Catch it!”

Bam!

Hands and hands were tightly intertwined.

With my strength, it wasn’t a problem to pull up even one person.

But these stairs were trash.

Stop!

The stairs I was walking on also broke under the weight of the two of us.

“world!”

The saint and I held each other’s hands tightly and fell down.

Crack, crack, crack!

“Ah, aah, aah!”

Mateos, who was further down, kept hitting his back against the stairs.

I could still see the cliff thanks to the soft light emanating from his body.

A little further down, the stairs ended.

There was still 200m left of the cliff.

I desperately recited the spell.

“Wind! … … What was next?”

My mind went blank and I couldn’t think of anything.

“shit!”

I took the risk of spending a huge amount of mana and just memorized the starting words, omitting all the spells and seals.

“Wings that fly in the sky! Ventus Pennarus!”

My heart sank as so much mana flowed out and my body was engulfed in the wind.

Saaaaaaaah-.

Our bodies, which had been falling, were lifted into the air.

“Your Majesty, thank you.”

“No, your majesty.”

Could it be because my voice was shaking a little?

He asked back anxiously.

“Yes? What else do you want to say?”

“This magic can’t be used by two people. Even now, you’re trying to hold on to something that looks like it’s about to fall. Please come down the stairs.”

I helped Mateos up the few remaining stairs.

He looked at me with an expression as if he was going to shout “excommunication.”

* * *

As Valencian had expected, beneath the stairs there was a cave leading into the cliff.

It was a cave that was about 3 meters in both height and width.

The cave walls were covered in luminous moss, similar to the moss found in the waterways of the capital city.

If there was one difference, it was that the light the moss gave off was somehow warmer and more vivid.

Valencian soon realized the true nature of this power.

“Is it possible to create living things using divine power?”

Mateos nodded with a cool look in his eyes.

“… … Most of what we can do with divine power is permitted by the Light. He does not want us to wallow in pleasure, but he does not want us to practice asceticism either.”

Valencian shrugged and smiled slyly.

“I couldn’t help it. What can I do with my skills being at that level?”

“… … I understand.”

His expression said he absolutely would not understand.

“Saint. Even if you say it with that expression, it’s not convincing at all.”

“If my sincerity didn’t come across, it’s not because I didn’t show it, but because you weren’t ready to believe.”

Valencian smiled bitterly and walked alongside the saint.

In fact, that’s what he wanted to say.

He was a grand duke, and Matthew was a saint.

There were knights and believers who would uphold their will as justice, and so they could change the world by will alone.

They were law-makers, not rule-followers, and while they had more responsibilities than others, they had more rights.

Valencian believed that people like himself should actively use that right.

The abbot, the vice-abbot, and the nuns received awards.

They’re doing something with the relics, the Encroacher has sent tainted reagents to the monastery, and the young Count of a long-warring Countess has one foot in the door somewhere.

When this level of suspicion had been gathered, it was his way to just shout it out, and that was the original way of the church.

‘I can’t adapt. I thought it was changing as I knew it, but is it because we’re still family?’

He remembered Mateos from the world before his return.

It was the Black Saint Mateos who burned down the entire village because one eroder appeared.

In the process, it was revealed that in fact twelve more people had been eroded.

The victims ranged from an eighty-year-old man to a three-year-old child.

Since it was always like this, a hard-line approach was naturally preferred.

‘You even received a revelation. What if the saint doubts the revelation?’

They were not asked to provide evidence for their thoughts and judgments.

When they tell them to do something, their subordinates either follow or dissuade them.

But if they tell you not to do something, no one will do it.

So they had to take action.

“Saint.”

“Why are you doing this, Your Highness?”

“You don’t build a monastery just anywhere.”

“Yes. It has to be a high place, a sunny place, and a place where the mana of the area naturally gathers.”

Valencianus said, placing his hand on the hilt of his sword.

“Do you know that even eroders love that kind of land?”

“yes?”

Matheos looked back at Valencian, bewildered by what he had heard for the first time.

For a moment, I even forgot that I was angry.

“Don’t eroders like places that are deep and damp underground?”

“Because they avoided the eyes of the church, the only places left were places where mana gathered well. If they wanted to receive a lot of strength from the old ones, wouldn’t they like places where mana gathered well?”

“I see. They too are taking the form of religion.”

“Then isn’t this their favorite place?”

A place right below the monastery where you can also receive energy from the veins.

Valencian stepped forward and drew his sword.

Mateos looked around, his eyes streaming with a soft glow.

“I don’t feel any aura of the invader.”

“Don’t you know who we’re suspecting right now? They can hide it well.”

Valencian entered the cave three steps ahead of Matteos.

He looked back at Mateos, who was standing in front of the corner that had just appeared, and let out a sigh.

“Do you really have to see it? I think I can watch this alone.”

Mateos nodded.

“yes.”

Valencian made way for him, and Matheos peered into the room around the corner.

“Oh, God of Light.”

The room was large, and inside were thirty corpses, laid out in two rows with their heads toward the center of the room.

The corpses were all wearing armor, as if they had been brought from a battlefield, and they were of large, muscular men.

Their bodies were covered with dozens of black feathers, and their faces and heads were covered in reddish-brown rags.

Mateos noticed that the rag had veins and tendons protruding from its hand and moving, and he realized that it was some kind of strange creature.

The flesh, like fragments of a monster, wrapped around the heads of the men lying in two rows, one by one, and rose up like candlesticks or large mushrooms in the center of the room.

The pillar was as tall as a man’s chest, and the mass on top of the pillar was as big as a head, and was also covered in black feathers.

It was like an egg of something.

Mateos took a deep breath and said.

“It’s a breeding ground for old things. I don’t know why I didn’t notice it.”

Valencianus pointed to the letters carved into the walls, floor, and ceiling of the room.

“It’s a blocking spell. Cave moss is not very efficient, but it can neutralize two different energies. You used a contaminated reagent here.”

Mateos muttered weakly.

“Why on earth… … No. The reason isn’t important. But… … .”

Valencian did not want his hesitation to be called weakness.

But now a slightly different virtue was needed.

“Saint, will you please give them rest together with me?”

Mateos checked the bodies.

My chest was rising and falling little by little.

It wasn’t a corpse.

For a moment, anger filled Mateos’ black eyes.

“yes.”

The divine power that had been surging through his body began to heat up.

At that moment, I heard a familiar voice behind me.

“Saint! It’s dangerous!”

The young nun who had apologized to Valencian was running through the cave.

Strangely, the dazzling nun’s habit did not flutter.

Matheos didn’t notice it, Valencian did.

“Sharp stabbing flames!”

Arrow-like sparks shot through the air.

Phew-.

With a dull sound, the flames pierced through the young nun’s body, and she fell to the floor.

“grandee!”

Matheos was astonished and lifted Valencian up and slammed him against the wall, but Valencian retorted without batting an eye.

“Saint! Don’t you remember that the stairs broke when we came down?”

“!”

Kaaaak-.

A strange cry echoed through the cave and the young nun woke up again.

Sharp black feathers pierced the nun’s habit and emerged from under the flowing sleeves, and the legs visible through the skirt were covered in scales.

A large metallic beak protruded from her beautiful face, and the nun’s blue eyes turned red.

“Oh, God of Light.”

Mateos muttered in a world-lost voice.

I couldn’t understand.

What has changed those who already know the light?

“Why do you give such trials to the faithful?”

Kaaaaaaah-!

A mental wave shook the cave, and Valencianus ran towards the mutated nun.