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Rise of the Fallen Kingdom’s Third Prince Chapter 248: If I Meet a God, I’ll Kill Him (2)

Chapter 248: If I Meet a God, I’ll Kill Him (2)

A single ray of⁠​‌ light cut through⁠​‍ everything Sidherst had‍⁠‌ created.

The⁠ arrangement of mana,‍‍ the structure of‌​⁠ the magic, the‍⁠⁠ blazing mana flames,​ and the illusions‌‌​ that deceived the⁠‌⁠ eyes—all were split‍‌‍ cleanly in two​‍‌ as if they‌⁠ were a single​ mass.

The⁠ world tilted from​‌‌ the fissure, wavered,‌‍ and then slid‌​​ downward.

Sidherst’s⁠ eyes went wide.⁠​

“Ah…”​

He‍ couldn’t comprehend what​⁠ he had just⁠ witnessed. The magic​⁠‍ had been severed​‍‌ from its root—from‌​ its very origin.‌

Was‌ something like that⁠ even possible?

As⁠​ he watched in​ shock, seeing his‌​‍ world shatter, his‌‌ domain slowly dissipated.⁠‌⁠

Now​⁠⁠ he was standing​​​ in darkness.

“This​‍ is…”

In‍‌‌ front of him,⁠ the prince of⁠⁠ Briol held his​ sword at a diagonal.

“How‍‌‌ about it, Sidherst?‌ Is the fear‌‌‌ starting to work‌‌​ now?”

“Who‍​​ are you…?”

“Oh,⁠​ good. At least‍‌⁠ you’re starting to⁠ sound a little‌‌ more decent.”

Sidherst‍‍ instinctively reached toward⁠⁠ where Yuri’s gaze‌​‌ was fixed. His​ proud, full white⁠‍ beard was no‌​ longer there.

Instead,⁠​⁠ his fingers found​‍‌ only the cloth​ of his robes.⁠‍

Just‌​‌ as he had​⁠‍ announced, Yuri had‌⁠ cut his beard.‌

“T-this…”​⁠​

A spark of fury​ lit in Sidherst’s‍⁠‌ eyes.

“My⁠‌⁠ beloved beard!”

He​​ summoned mana again.​⁠

A violet magic circle​ glowed beneath his​⁠ feet and began⁠ replicating upward, forming‍ dozens of magic⁠⁠ circles spinning around​⁠ him in a cylindrical formation.

Sidherst‌ spread both arms.​

“I​‌ will not forgive‌ you!”

But‍‍‍ Yuri simply swung‌⁠ his sword calmly.⁠‍⁠ That was enough.‌⁠

The⁠ energy of the​‍ Cut of the​ soul and the⁠​ heart technique brutally​ destroyed Sidherst’s mana.‌​‌

“By‍ the heavens…”

Though‌‌ it resembled a Dispel, its principle​ was completely different.​‍ Dispel interfered with⁠​‌ the arrangement of⁠⁠ mana and dispersed⁠​ it, but Yuri’s⁠⁠ sword simply severed⁠ the mana itself.​‍

Could‌‌ this even be‌ called swordsmanship?

Sidherst‌‌ felt an instinctive‍‍ fear toward Yuri.​‌⁠

“Don’t​ tell me you…”​

He‌‌ swallowed hard.

As‌ Master of the‌ Tower, Sidherst had‍ reached unparalleled heights.⁠‌

He‍​⁠ was a great​ mage who ruled​‌‍ the Magic Tower,‍⁠ and also a Grand Sorcerer like⁠​‍ Inariel and Hernando.‍‌

His‌ unique sorcery was‌‌ the Complete Separation‌​ Technique—a spell that‍ allowed him to‍‌​ create his own​​⁠ dimension and isolate‍‍‍ it from the⁠‌⁠ outside world.

When‍ Sidherst willed it,⁠ no one could‍⁠ find him.

That‌ was why he​ had always felt‍​ secure, no matter​⁠ the situation.

Even​‍ with the threat‌ of black magic,⁠‍ he had never‌ felt at risk.​‍​

But‌​ this sword was‍ different.

Sidherst‍‍ instinctively stepped back.​‍⁠ He could feel‌ it clearly—Yuri Briol’s‌‌ sword, the prince‌‍ of Briol, could⁠ cut through everything.⁠​‌

Even‍⁠‌ his complete separation​‌ technique would not‍ emerge unscathed against‌​​ that energy.

“Yuri‍‌ Briol.”

“Already‌​ afraid?”

“Don’t‌⁠​ tell me… can​ you cut black​‍ magic?”

Yuri,‍‌ Guilty resting on‍​ his shoulder, smiled​ at Sidherst.

His⁠ black hair melted‍‌ into the darkness‍​ around him, but⁠‍ his eyes—just as⁠ black—shone with a fierce light.

Yuri⁠‍ replied.

“Yes.‌⁠​ I cut it.”‍⁠‍

“Ah…”‌

Sidherst⁠‌⁠ understood.

At‌‌⁠ last, he understood.‌⁠​

He‌‍​ was nothing more​ than a bubble‍ appearing and vanishing‍​‍ briefly in the​​‍ flow of the⁠ world.

The⁠⁠ title of Master‍​​ of the Tower,​‍ his unique sorcery,‍ the height of⁠ his magic—none of⁠ it meant anything.⁠‍‍

He⁠⁠‌ had believed humanity‍‌⁠ had been dealt​ a punishment.

But⁠‌ it was the‌ other way around.​‌

It⁠​‍ wasn’t a punishment—it⁠‍‌ was an opportunity.‌​‍

Now​​⁠ he understood why​⁠‍ Hernando and Maryrose,‍​ those two geniuses,​​⁠ followed this young​ man.

Shivering,​⁠​ Sidherst spoke.

“That‌​‌ edge that can​‌⁠ even cut black‍ magic… what is‌⁠ it called?”

“Cut‌ of the soul‌‍​ and the heart.”‌

“The‍⁠ sword that cuts‌​​ the soul and‍​ the heart…”

The‍ heart—and the soul.​

If‍‍‍ a sword that‌⁠⁠ cuts the body⁠‍⁠ can also cut‌‌‌ those… isn’t that⁠ the same as​‌‌ cutting a god?‍​

Sidherst​ closed his eyes.​

Even​⁠​ now, he could⁠‍​ feel them—beyond this​ dimension, unknown entities⁠⁠​ continued to watch‌​‌ this world. They⁠‍​ were like natural‍​ disasters.

When​ a storm comes,‌ humans can only⁠⁠ hide and tremble⁠‍ until it passes.‌​

But‍‍‌ now there was‍ someone capable of⁠ facing them.

“I⁠ see.”

Sidherst‌​⁠ spoke.

“What‍⁠‍ you’re attempting… will‍ surely not be‌ easy.”

“I‍‍ don’t care.”

“Many⁠ enemies will stand⁠‍ in your way.”​

“I​‍‌ just have to​ cut them down.”‍

“And‌‍‌ your brother?”

“I’ll​‌‌ kill him.”

“And‍ if a god​‍ tries to stop⁠⁠ you?”

Yuri​‍ Briol, smiling without‍‌⁠ a shred of‌ doubt, answered.

“If‌ I meet a god, I’ll kill⁠ the god.”

Sidherst⁠‍ let out a laugh.

Yuri⁠⁠ frowned, puzzled.

“And‍ why’s this guy‌‌ suddenly laughing like​​‌ an idiot?”

Though​‍‌ the statement was‍‌ bold, Sidherst didn’t‍​‍ flinch and laughed‍​ for a good​ while.

“Yuri‍⁠‌ Briol. It’s likely⁠‌ even you don’t​⁠‍ yet understand the​ true meaning of⁠ your sword…”

Sidherst​ lowered his staff‌ and stepped toward​⁠ Yuri.

With⁠​⁠ each step, his⁠‍‌ shoulders felt lighter.‍ The burden he⁠‍ had carried for⁠​ so many years⁠​ was gradually dissolving.‌

Perhaps‌ it was a hasty decision.

But‍⁠ the sword the​ prince of Briol‍⁠ wielded was worth​ it. Even if⁠​ it failed, he‍‍⁠ would not regret⁠‌⁠ this moment.

“Having⁠‌⁠ come across that​ sword, I have‍​ no other choice.⁠⁠ From now on,​‍ I will fully​ cooperate.”

“And‌⁠ now you say‌‌​ that? You’re making⁠‌‌ me feel bad​⁠ for speaking informally​‌ to you—uh, I mean, to you,⁠ sir.”

“Speak⁠ however you like.”​

“No…‍‌​ I can’t. You’re‍⁠​ already advanced in​‌‍ years.”

“Bwahahaha…”‌

“Now⁠ that we’re on‌⁠ the same side,‌ I must treat‍⁠​ you with respect.”‍

“You’re‌⁠⁠ shameless.”

Sidherst‍​ said.

“Let‌ me warn you⁠⁠‍ now. You will‌‍ face an enemy​​⁠ far greater than‌ you imagine.”

“I’m‌​ ready.”

“Never‌⁠ forget that resolve.‍ Only a stronger‌ soul can cut‍⁠‍ down another shrouded‌‌ in darkness.”

Suddenly,⁠​‌ the space around​‍‍ them shifted.

The⁠‍‌ darkness vanished, and⁠ the two now‍​​ stood inside an​ old wooden cabin.‌

“And‌ this place?”

“My​⁠‌ home.”

For⁠​​ the home of‌‌‌ a great mage,​ it was quite⁠​‍ a humble place.‌‌‍ There were hardly⁠​‌ any objects, and‍‌​ through the window,​‍ a thick forest‌‍ could be seen.⁠​⁠

Yuri⁠ looked around.

“And⁠⁠‌ this? If you’re⁠‍​ going to cooperate‍⁠‌ now, let’s just‌ go back already.”‍‌‌

“Just⁠​⁠ wait a moment.”‍

Sidherst⁠‍​ stood in front‌‍ of the wall⁠‍​ mirror.

“Do‌⁠​ you know why​​ I let my​​ hair and beard‌ grow so long?”‍‍⁠

“Because‌ you were too⁠ lazy to cut‌​ them?”

“No.‍⁠ It’s exactly the​⁠ opposite. Do you​ have any idea‍ how hard it​​‌ is to maintain‌​​ long hair and‌⁠ a long beard?​‍⁠ In truth, I wanted to cut⁠⁠​ them every single‌ day.”

“Then‍⁠‍ why did you⁠‌ grow them out?”⁠⁠

“So‍​ I wouldn’t forget.”​‍‍

Sidherst‌ picked up a dagger from the‌ table.

“So⁠ I wouldn’t forget⁠‍ that I’m already‍‌ an old man.​⁠​ So I wouldn’t​⁠​ get stupid ideas​⁠ and would simply⁠ let time flow,⁠​​ as an old⁠​‍ man should.”

Then⁠⁠ he removed his​‍⁠ robe and stripped⁠⁠‍ his upper body​​⁠ bare.

Yuri​ let out a sound of surprise.⁠

“Oh…”⁠‌‍

The‌‍‌ body revealed could​ hardly be believed‌ to belong to‍ an old man.‍​ He wasn’t bulky,‌ but his firm‍ frame was marked‌ with defined muscles.‍⁠

Sidherst‌‍ smiled at himself⁠ in the mirror.‌

“But‌‌ there’s no need‍​​ for that anymore.”‍⁠

With‌‍ those words, he‍ moved the dagger.​‍

His‍‍⁠ long white hair​‍ fell to the⁠ floor. He cut⁠⁠​ his hair down​⁠ to a soldier’s‍⁠ crop, and shaved‍ his beard clean,‌ leaving only a faint gray shadow​​ on his face.​

A single lock, left​‍‍ uncut, fell across‌ his forehead.

“Si…‍ Sidherst… you…”

Yuri‍​ called out in‌​ a trembling voice.⁠

At‍ first, he had​ only seen him⁠‍ as a wrinkled‍⁠⁠ old man with⁠ white hair.

But‍ now, with the⁠ hair and beard​‌ gone, before him‍‍‍ stood a mature⁠​‍ man with such⁠‌‍ an intense, masculine​‍​ air he looked​​​ like he had​‍ stepped out of‌​ an Imperial stage‌‍‌ play.

“How‌‍​ is it? Do⁠‍ I look different‍⁠‍ now?”

“You⁠​‌ look like a revolutionary fighting against⁠‍‌ the Empire. Before,⁠ you looked like⁠ a greedy mage‌‌ serving the Empire‌‌ for riches.”

“Hahahaha…”⁠‍

Sidherst‍‍‌ let out a laugh and waved​ his staff.

“Let’s⁠​​ go back.”

In‌‍ an instant, they‍‍ were back atop​ the cliff. Hernando‌​ and Maryrose, who⁠​ had been sitting‍​⁠ silently, stared at‌ them, mouths agape.⁠​‌

Sidherst⁠⁠​ ignored their probing⁠​‍ stares and turned‌​ toward the vast‌ lands beyond the​⁠ cliff, throwing an‌‍ arm around Yuri’s⁠⁠ shoulder.

For​‍ his age, he‌⁠ was tall enough‍‌ to wrap Yuri’s‍⁠⁠ shoulders with ease.‌‍

Sidherst⁠‍ and Yuri, arm‌‌​ in arm, silently​ took in the⁠⁠‌ land stretching before​​⁠ their eyes.

From‍​ behind, Hernando and⁠‍⁠ Maryrose murmured.

“W-where‌​​ did that hair‌‌​ and beard go?”‍

“Bet​ the prince cut‍‌ them off, and​ he had no​⁠ choice but to⁠‌‍ tidy up.”

“Did‌​ he lose the‌‌‍ fight?”

“Obviously.⁠ How’s a mage​ going to beat‍⁠‌ one of the‌ Ten Great Swordsmen?”⁠‍

“I‌‍‌ thought Lord Sidherst​‍​ would do something.”‌

“Yeah,‍ right… And now,​ what’s this, hugging⁠⁠‌ like they’ve been⁠​‍ best friends for​ life?”

“It’s‍‍‍ one of the⁠​ prince’s skills. He⁠ hits you, then‌‌⁠ acts all warm,⁠‌​ and turns you‍ into an ally.​ That’s how everyone⁠ ends up as⁠ his loyal subordinate.”‌

“Hernando,‍‌ is that how‌ you ended up‌​‌ under his command‌ too?”

“Of​‌ course not! I saw the prince’s‌‍‍ potential from when⁠‌ he was young‍ and have been‍‌‍ with him since​​‌ then.”

“Uh-huh…”‍‌

After⁠ sharing that moment,‌ Yuri and Sidherst​​‍ returned to the⁠⁠‌ table.

The‌‌ ones who had‍‌ been talking about‌‍ punishments and beard-cutting‌‍ were now looking​⁠ at each other‍‍⁠ warmly.

“Lord‍ Sidherst. I’ll be‍ counting on you‌ from now on.”⁠

“The​⁠​ honor is mine​ for having met‍‍​ you.”

Hernando⁠​⁠ and Maryrose were⁠ so perplexed they‌ didn’t know what‍ to say.

Yuri‌‍ continued.

“Could‍ you condemn the‍‌ Empire and black‍​ magic?”

“Of‍ course. But before⁠ that, there’s something‍​​ you must know.”⁠‌

Sidherst,​‌​ out of habit,‍⁠ touched the place⁠​ where his beard‍ used to be,​‍⁠ then lowered his‌​ hand.

“The‌ Empire has probably‌‌‍ already completed the​​ ritual they’ve been⁠​ aiming for.”

“Excuse⁠​⁠ me?”

“I​⁠⁠ have also been​ observing black magic.‌​ That Cedric as‍‍ well.”

Yuri’s⁠‍ expression hardened.

“He⁠​ wielded black magic⁠‍ with great skill.⁠⁠ That power, which⁠‍ produces miracles using‌‍ human life and‌‌ soul as fuel,‍⁠‍ is not limited‍⁠‌ to our world‌‍ alone. There are⁠‍‍ entities that worship‍​‍ it.”

“You⁠‍ mean…?”

“He⁠⁠ has already summoned‌ an entity from⁠‌ another world. Terrifying⁠ beings that feed​ on the human​‍ soul and human⁠‌‍ suffering. To be‍ clear…”

Sidherst‌​ swallowed and said.‍​‌

“The​ Empire has summoned​⁠ a god from‍ another world.”

***‌‍⁠

Cory‍⁠​ took Laurent to⁠ a village in​ the Union of‌ Small Kingdoms and‌​‍ admitted him there.‍

It​​ was a small‍‌‍ temple, so there‍‌ was hardly any‌⁠ space for patients⁠‌‌ to rest.

To‌⁠ make matters worse,​⁠ upon seeing Cory‌‍​ and Laurent’s faces,​‌ the priest demanded‌ an additional hefty⁠ sum.

Cory‌⁠ had no choice​⁠ but to pay⁠⁠‍ all of it.‍ It was nearly⁠‍ all the money‍​ they had saved​‍⁠ together.

Laurent‌ lay in the⁠‌​ room, covered in‌​​ bandages from head‍ to toe, while‌ Cory stayed at‌‍​ his side, tending​ to him without‌ rest.

Each‍ time he passed,⁠ the priest would‌‍ scold him.

“Hey,​ you. Are you‍‍⁠ going to keep⁠ standing there?”

“He’s‍​ bleeding…”

“If‌⁠ you’re going to⁠​ stand around, you⁠‍ should also pay‍​ for lodging.”

“Please,‍⁠ have some consideration.​ I have to‌​⁠ take care of​‍ him.”

“And‍ who are you‍‍ to take care⁠​⁠ of him?”

“I‌‍‍ beg you, sir…⁠ haha…”

“Bah,⁠⁠‌ pair of filthy​​⁠ lepers…”

The‌⁠⁠ priest muttered those​ despicable words as‍⁠⁠ he turned away.‍

Until​⁠​ now, every priest​‍‌ Cory had met‍‍ at least pretended‍‍ to follow divine​ will, but this‌ one was nothing​ more than a greedy merchant disguised‌​ as a man‍‌⁠ of faith.

Even​‍​ so, they had​​ nowhere else to‍​ go.

Cory​‌‍ looked at the‍‍ unconscious Laurent.

“Haa…”​

Meanwhile,​ the priest’s loud⁠‍ voice could be⁠​​ heard speaking to‌ a visiting villager.⁠⁠

“Admit⁠ him?? Impossible. Two‍​ horrible pests came‌ in here. What⁠ do they look​ like? Better not‍ see them—they’re hideous.‌‍ I, as a priest, had to⁠ make a charitable‌‍ act to take​ them in. Tsk​ tsk…”

Cory⁠‌ lifted his eyes​ toward the symbol​ of the deity‍⁠‍ hanging on the‍ wall.

That⁠ priest who claimed⁠​​ to practice divine​⁠ compassion despised them​ solely for their‍ appearance.

The​‌‍ priest’s voice, now⁠⁠​ barely audible, went‍‌‌ on.

“Not‍⁠​ one, but two‌‌ monsters! What bad​‍‍ luck, don’t you‍‍⁠ think?”

The⁠ priest kept talking.‌⁠‍

“They’re‌ both monsters. Monsters…”‌⁠⁠

Cory‌‍‍ lowered his gaze⁠​ to Laurent’s face.‌‍‌

Since⁠​ he had removed​‌‍ his hood for⁠ treatment, his deformity‍ was fully exposed.​⁠⁠

No‌⁠ trace of his‌ former attractiveness remained.‍‌ In fact, he‍‍ looked even more⁠​ deformed than Cory​⁠ himself.

“Sir​​‌ Laurent.”

He​ called him, but‌​ there was no‌‍ answer.

Only⁠​⁠ the sound of‍‌​ his rough breathing‍‍‌ came, escaping from‌‍‌ his broken, flattened‍⁠ nostrils.

Cory‍⁠ remembered what Laurent‍​ had once been.​‌‍

A brilliant man.

For‍​ his looks, his‍ character, his lineage,⁠ and the gifts​ he possessed. But‌‌ that was no‌⁠​ longer so.

Now,​ he was an‍‍ even greater monster⁠ than Cory, despised​‍ by all.

Cory​ placed a hand‌ on his cheek.⁠‍ Then he curved⁠⁠ his lips into​‌ a smile.

Trying​‍ to stifle the​ laughter welling up,‍​‍ his rough breathing‌‌ echoed for a long while in‌‍ the room.

Cory​‌ murmured in a low voice.

“I​‍‍ will never betray‍ Sir Laurent. Hehehe…”‌‌‌

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