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Rise of the Fallen Kingdom’s Third Prince Chapter 250: Great Escape (1)

Chapter 250: Great Escape (1)

Three‌‍‌ days after Sidherst​ joined, a strange⁠ incident took place‍ across the entire⁠‍⁠ continent.

At⁠⁠‍ the top of⁠⁠ every Magic Tower⁠ in the world,⁠ an illusion spell‌ was simultaneously projected.‍‌ The gigantic figure‍‌‌ of an older‌‌​ man, short-cropped graying​​ hair, and a rugged look appeared‌​⁠ and introduced himself.⁠⁠

“I​ am Sidherst, Master​‌ of the Magic​⁠ Tower.”

Immediately‍‌⁠ afterward, he proclaimed‍⁠‍ that the Empire‍ was already corrupted⁠ by black magic⁠ and that the​ dark forces it⁠‍⁠ wielded were an‍‍‌ evil that should​​​ never exist in⁠‌ the world.

His​​‌ voice carried a deep resonance that⁠⁠⁠ inspired trust in⁠ those who heard‍ it.

The‍ impact was enormous.⁠

Now⁠‍​ that even the⁠⁠ Magic Tower was⁠⁠‌ aligning itself with⁠‍ Yuri Briol’s claims,⁠⁠ people could no‌⁠ longer dismiss the​ existence of black​ magic as mere​‍ slander.

Some‌⁠ demanded that the‌‍‍ Emperor clarify his‍‍​ stance on black⁠ magic, while others⁠​‍ claimed that even⁠​‍ the Tower’s Master‌‍ had been won‍⁠ over by the‌⁠ anti-imperial forces.

The‍‌ incident threw the​ entire continent into⁠‍‌ chaos.

And⁠​‌ in the Imperial‍ Palace—the epicenter of‌​ this entire crisis—the‍⁠ Emperor and his‍ children met for‍⁠ the first time‌ in a long‍ while.

“Father.⁠‍ It seems you’ve​⁠​ recovered your health.”‍⁠

At​ Yekaterina’s words, Eugen‌ scolded her.

“Yekaterina.⁠‍​ What kind of⁠ way is that⁠ to speak? You⁠ must call him​​‌ Royal Father or‍ Your Majesty.”

Yekaterina‌‌‌ ignored him. Ivar⁠‍ chuckled.

“What⁠​​ does it matter?‍‌‍ I see no⁠ problem in my⁠ daughter calling me‍⁠ father.”

“It’s‌‌ disrespectful.”

“There’s‍‍ no need for‍⁠ such formalities among‌​ us.”

“Even​​‍ so—”

“Enough.”​

After​⁠​ a long period​ in seclusion, Ivar‌​ had reappeared and​ summoned his children.‍‍

Eugen,⁠ Georg, and Yekaterina⁠​ stood before him.​⁠⁠

Yekaterina⁠​ spoke again.

“You‍⁠‌ seem in good​​‍ spirits today. Have​‍‍ you fully recovered?”⁠

“Yes,​ that’s right. Everything​ is much better​ now. My body‌‌‌ and spirit are⁠​‌ more full of⁠‍‌ vitality than ever‍‍ before.”

In‌ Ivar’s eyes, as‌‍​ he sat upon⁠‍‌ the Imperial Throne,⁠​ there seemed to‍ be a strange‌​‌ light.

“I‌​⁠ truly feel well.‌‍ I haven’t felt⁠‍‌ like this in​⁠ a long time.‍ Taking a break‌‌​ was a good‌‌ idea.”

He‌‌ swirled the wine‌ in his hand,‍‌ making the red‌ liquid ripple inside.‍​‌

“But⁠ while I was​​‌ recovering, I heard‍​‌ there was a great commotion outside.​‌ Everyone shouting… hahaha…⁠​‌ Black magic, they‍​ say. What nonsense…”​​⁠

Georg‌‌ stepped in.

“I’ll‌‌‍ take care of​‍ silencing them. They​ think too lightly⁠ of us because⁠​ we haven’t acted.⁠⁠ We should use‍‍⁠ force.”

“Will​ it really be‌‍ necessary to go⁠‌ that far?”

“Your⁠ Majesty has been‌ too lenient.”

“You⁠‌‌ think so?”

Ivar‌‍ let out a soft laugh.

“Eugen,‌‍ my son, tell​‍ me what you⁠‍⁠ think. What should⁠⁠ we do?”

“I…”⁠

Eugen‍ lowered his voice,‍⁠‍ lost in thought.​‌ Ivar watched him⁠‍‌ closely, waiting for​ his answer.

To‍ Yekaterina, the scene⁠⁠‍ felt staged, as⁠​ if everything had​⁠ been set up‌ so Ivar would‌ readily accept Eugen’s‍​ words without question.‍‍

She‌⁠ made a mental‌‍ rule for herself—if​‌ Eugen suggested something‌‍⁠ outrageous and her⁠ father followed it⁠‍‌ to the letter,‍​ then she would‌ no longer trust‌ Ivar.

The⁠‍ palace was full‍‌‍ of strange rumors‌⁠ about him. Some‍ servants even feared⁠‍‍ him, convinced he‌ had become something‌‍ no longer human.‍‍​

And⁠⁠ now, suddenly, he⁠​ appeared more energetic‍ than ever.

Perhaps​‍ the worst possible⁠ sign.

“I‌⁠‍ think…”

Finally,​‍‌ Eugen spoke.

“No‌‍ matter what’s said‍‍ outside, the truth‍ does not change.​‌ But there is‍​⁠ something we must‌‍ beware of—internal enemies.”​⁠

“Internal‍‌⁠ enemies?”

“We⁠‍‍ can use this‍⁠ situation as an‍‍ opportunity to arrest‍‌ those within the‌⁠‍ Empire who align‍​ with our enemies’‌⁠ opinions and undermine​ your authority. If​⁠ the Empire stands⁠⁠​ united, that arrogant‌⁠ Briol and the⁠ rest of the‍​ rabble can be⁠​ reduced to ashes⁠⁠ without effort.”

“Well,‍‍ well… Are there‍‌ really such traitors‍ in the Empire?​​‌ Who dares insult⁠⁠‍ me?”

“I​‌​ didn’t dare say‌‌‍ before, Your Majesty,​ but—”

Yekaterina‌ blinked.

She​ felt a strong‌ sense of déjà‌​ vu, though she⁠​ couldn’t quite recall​‌⁠ why.

Her‌ memories of her​ previous life were​ like blurred, colorless‍​​ images covered in‌ static. Still, something⁠‍⁠ about this moment​ felt disturbingly familiar.​⁠

An⁠‌‍ image came to⁠​‌ mind—an endless line⁠ of ants marching.‌​ In her past​‍ life, she had‌​ seemed to view⁠‍ the Empire as​‌‌ an ant colony,⁠⁠​ people moving in‍​‌ unison, following the‌ Emperor’s orders as​‌​ if responding to⁠‍ invisible pheromones.

Killing‍⁠ their neighbors, hanging⁠​ corpses, sacrificing themselves—even‍​ as if bewitched.‌

She⁠ remembered how it‌⁠ had filled her​‍‌ with despair.

And⁠‌ then, within those​‍⁠ far-off memories, a scene became vividly‌‍⁠ clear.

“Ah.”‌‌‌

At​‌ some point in‍ her past life,‍ she had been‍ standing in a tower, looking out‍‍ toward the imperial⁠​​ capital.

The‍ entire population was‌ being controlled by‍⁠‍ some unknown force.⁠ People who had‌‌⁠ lost their will,‌ obeying the Emperor⁠⁠⁠ blindly like living​ corpses.

She​ had wanted to‌​‌ escape that vile‌​‌ Empire, but was‌ trapped in the‌​ tower.

Unable⁠​‌ to flee, she‌⁠ could only sigh‌ deeply, longing for​ someone she could⁠ not see.

That​⁠‍ was how it⁠⁠ had been in‌‌⁠ those days.

“Ah…”​‌⁠

The⁠​‌ sound escaped her⁠⁠ lips, but neither​ Ivar nor Eugen⁠⁠‍ paid her any‍‌‍ mind, absorbed in‌‌​ their conversation.

At‌‌ her side, Georg​⁠ asked in a low voice,

“What’s⁠‌⁠ wrong? Do you⁠‌ feel unwell?”

Though⁠​ he was known‍ as a cruel,‌ cold prince, with‍‌‍ his little sister​⁠⁠ he was surprisingly​⁠ gentle.

“No,‍⁠ it’s nothing.”

But⁠⁠‍ she didn’t trust‍‍ even Georg. Black‍‍ magic could manipulate​⁠‌ the human mind,⁠⁠ and she didn’t⁠‌ know if his‍‌ was already corrupted.​​

Then‍‍⁠ Ivar spoke.

“You’re‌​ right, Eugen. I hadn’t realized how‌​‍ much you’ve grown.‌⁠ I thought you⁠ still had a long way to⁠ go before inheriting‌⁠ my Empire, but⁠ you’re ready. You‌‌‌ could be Emperor⁠ right now.”

“Don’t‌ say that. I only wish to​​ help Father.”

“And‌⁠ now you call‍‍ me father… hahaha…”‌⁠⁠

Ivar​ refilled his glass‍⁠ with red liquid‍ and drank greedily.​​​ He used to⁠⁠ savor wine slowly,‍⁠​ but now he⁠ swallowed it like‍ a man dying⁠⁠ of thirst.

To⁠⁠⁠ Yekaterina, it seemed​⁠⁠ ravenous—almost repulsive.

“Eugen,‌ you’re right. Let’s​‌ do as you‍‌ say.”

“Thank‍‍‍ you.”

“You​‍⁠ have my approval.⁠‍ Issue an emergency⁠‍ order to the‌ entire Empire.”

Lost‍ in thought, Yekaterina​‍‌ didn’t quite follow⁠ the conversation and⁠‌​ opened her eyes‍⁠ wide.

Ivar‍ suddenly stood.

“Establish‌ reeducation centers and​‍ arrest all who‍⁠ show insolence. We⁠⁠‌ will govern the‌⁠‌ Empire with firmer⁠ methods until the⁠ situation stabilizes. And‍⁠ arrest all foreigners‌‌⁠ remaining here—especially those​‌⁠ from Briol—and thoroughly‌ investigate any suspicions.”​‌⁠

“Yes,​⁠‌ Your Majesty.”

Eugen‌‌ bowed his head‍​ in respect.

Yekaterina‍ followed with a slight delay, even​ as she thought‍ to herself—

I definitely have to​ leave.

***⁠‍

Yekaterina⁠ had long anticipated‌​ that this day​⁠‌ would come.

Though‍⁠ her memories of‍‍​ her past life‍ were hazy, she‍ carried an unshakable​⁠ certainty in her​‌ mind—that she should‍ not remain in​ the Imperial Palace‍‌‍ for too long.⁠‍

That​⁠​ was why she⁠‍‌ had insisted her‌ father prepare a residence for her‌⁠‍ outside the palace‍ grounds, and why​‌​ she had employed⁠‍‌ various methods to​​‍ discreetly send her‍‍ fortune abroad on‌‍ a constant basis.‍⁠

Even‌‍ so, she had​ not expected to​‍​ have to leave‌ so suddenly.

The‌‌‍ first thing she‍ did was summon‌‍​ the only person⁠‌​ she trusted to‌‌‌ her residence.

“I’m‍​‍ that person?”

“Yes.”⁠‍‍

“That⁠ someone you’ve only​‍​ just met is‌‍⁠ your only ally…?⁠ Your Highness must‍ not have very⁠​⁠ good social connections,​‌​ haha…”

Elaine‍‍⁠ joked the way‍ she often did⁠‍​ with those around‍ her.

But​‍ Yekaterina was not‌‍​ the sort of⁠ person she was​‍ used to dealing⁠‌⁠ with.

With​‌​ a melancholy expression​‌‍ and eyes downcast,‌‍ Yekaterina asked,

“Is‌⁠‍ that strange…?”

Elaine​‌ immediately lowered her​‍ head.

“No.⁠⁠ I’m the one‌‍ who should apologize.”‌‍​

A beauty beyond the‍‍ ordinary—just one sad‌ expression from her‌‍ could stir guilt‍ in whoever looked‍‍ upon her.

Yekaterina‍ leaned toward Elaine’s‍⁠​ face.

“Was‌‍​ it my fault…?⁠⁠⁠ Is it because‍‌⁠ of me…?”

“No,⁠⁠⁠ of course not.​ Please stop saying‍ that.”

“Alright.”⁠

With‌‍‌ effort, Elaine managed‌‌ to lift her​ head.

Then,⁠‌⁠ as if nothing‍​ had happened, Yekaterina⁠‍ returned to her​‍⁠ usual proud bearing⁠‌​ and shrugged her⁠‍⁠ shoulders. In her‌​ past life, they‌⁠‍ said she had‍⁠‌ been Yuri Briol’s‍ lover—at least in‍⁠ that moment, the‌ resemblance was uncanny.‌

“It’s‍ not my fault.⁠⁠ The world is⁠⁠ what’s wrong, isn’t‌ it?”

“That’s‌ right.”

“By⁠⁠‍ tomorrow, they’ll start​‌ harassing those from‌ Briol. So, Elaine,⁠​​ you’ll have to⁠ leave with me.”⁠

“Yes…​‍⁠ although…”

Elaine⁠​⁠ sighed.

“Leaving⁠‍ the rest of‍​ Briol behind…”

“Well,​​​ you turned out‌⁠​ to be quite⁠ sentimental.”

“What‍‌ do you mean‌⁠ by that?”

“With‍​‍ such a large‍‌ guild, anyone would‍ think you were‍ just a cold‌⁠‌ merchant chasing profit.”‌

“What⁠​ I buy and‌ sell aren’t just⁠ goods. It’s trust.​​⁠ And trust is‍​ the heart of‍ people. In other⁠‍​ words, my business​‍​ is with people.”​​

“Human⁠⁠‌ trafficking is illegal.”⁠‍‌

“Well‌‌​ now, you really‍ are like that​‍​ man…”

“Really?”‍

“Don’t‌ be pleased about​‌ it.”

“Don’t⁠⁠⁠ worry. They won’t​⁠ be killed right​‌ away or anything​ like that.”

“I⁠‍ hope not…”

Standing‌ before the wardrobe,‌ Yekaterina suddenly removed⁠‍ her dress, revealing​⁠‌ her slender neck​ and straight shoulders.⁠

When⁠ Elaine, startled, averted‌⁠⁠ her gaze, Yekaterina⁠​ smiled.

“Why​ act like that⁠‌⁠ between women?”

“It‌ was just reflex…”​

Elaine‍ cleared her throat.​ To her surprise,⁠‌ Yekaterina was wearing‍‌ a camisole and‌‌‍ long undergarments beneath.​‍‍

“Are‌‍‌ you leaving right​​⁠ now?”

“If⁠‌​ not now, there​​⁠ won’t be another‌⁠​ chance. You have⁠⁠ to go when​​ no one expects‌​ it.”

“Ah…”​‍‍

“Decisions⁠ must be made‍ quickly, Elaine.”

With​‍​ her travel clothes‍ prepared, Yekaterina now‌⁠ looked the part⁠​ of a traveler.‌‍​ She was so⁠ slim that her​​ curves were almost⁠​ too delicate, so‌⁠ she had to‌‍‌ put on several‍⁠‍ layers of clothing.​

Then⁠⁠ she used a magical device to​‍ change the color‌​ of her eyes​​ and hair, put⁠ on a mask,​‍⁠ and covered her​‍⁠ gaze with a hood.

“How’s‌ this?”

“Yes.”‌

“Perfect.”‌

She​​ smiled and lifted​⁠​ her head; even‌‌⁠ just the elegant‌‍‍ curve of her​ eyes was enough‌ to draw attention.‌​

Elaine‌​ pulled her hood‌​​ back down.

“Keep⁠ your head lowered.”​​

“It’s​ uncomfortable…”

Too​‌ much beauty could‌‍⁠ be just as‌‌⁠ troublesome as ugliness‌​ when it came‌‍ to escaping.

“By⁠ the way, how⁠‍⁠ do you plan⁠ to leave the‌‍ mansion? We don’t‌ know who might⁠‌ leak information.”

“Leave‍‌ it to me.⁠ If I say⁠‌‌ not to disturb‍‌ me because I’m⁠⁠‌ tired, no one‍⁠‌ will enter. I’ll⁠ leave pretending to‍​​ be part of⁠ your entourage. No⁠​ one will know​⁠ until tomorrow morning.”​

“But​‍ I came alone.”‍​

“That’s‍‌‍ fine, just insist.”‍⁠‍

“Huh?”‍‍‌

“I​ knew this day⁠‍‍ would come, so‍ I made sure‌‌ to have a difficult personality beforehand.”⁠‍

“Hmm…”⁠

Elaine‍‍ nodded.

Although​ Yekaterina didn’t seem​ to have a particularly bad temper,​‍ the mansion’s staff⁠‌ treated her with⁠ a kind of‍‌⁠ wary respect, which​⁠ Elaine had always⁠‌ found odd.

“Do​ you know how‍‌⁠ tiring it is‍​‍ to fake being​‍​ angry? It’s even​​​ changed my personality.”​‌

“I‌ see…”

“If‍‍​ you slap someone,‌‌‍ you know it​‌ hurts your hand⁠⁠ more, right?”

“I​​⁠ didn’t know.”

“Don’t‍ look at me‍​‍ like that. I’ve⁠‍⁠ always taken good⁠‌‍ care of them.⁠‌‍ I care about‌​‌ their well-being, which​ is why they‌ still work here.”‌⁠

“Understood.”​⁠‍

With‍​‍ Yekaterina urging her⁠‍ along, Elaine gathered⁠⁠‌ her belongings.

“I’m⁠⁠​ ready. Are we‍ just leaving like​ this?”

“Yes.”⁠⁠

Yekaterina⁠ banged on the‌ door from the​ inside. Soon, the⁠ voice of a maid could be‌ heard outside.

“Did​‌ you call for⁠ me, Your Highness?”​​⁠

“Elaine​⁠‍ and one of‍⁠ the staff are​​ leaving. Escort them‍‍‍ to the exit.‍ I’ll be resting‍ and I don’t⁠​​ want anyone entering‍​‌ or looking for‌​ me, understood?”

“Yes,⁠ but… I believe​​ Lady Elaine came‍⁠⁠ alone…”

“I​‍ told you I’m​ tired.”

“I…​⁠‌ I’m sorry, Your‍ Highness.”

“Did‌ you hear me?”‍‌

“Yes.​‍ I’ll do as‍ you ordered.”

Bam!‌⁠

“Do⁠‌‌ it well.”

“Forgive​‌ me. Rest well,​​ Your Highness.”

After⁠‌‌ striking the door,⁠ Yekaterina held her‍‍ hand in pain.‍

“Ow…”⁠

“Why‍⁠ hit it like⁠​ that?”

“To⁠‌‌ seem fiercer.”

After⁠‌ composing themselves, the⁠⁠ two walked out​​‍ together.

Without‍‍ suspecting that the​ woman beside Elaine‌​ was Yekaterina in‌⁠ disguise, the confused‌ maid escorted them‍‌ out of the​ mansion.

Once​ outside, Yekaterina stretched.⁠

“That’s⁠ why I chose‌​ to live outside‌‌‍ the palace. Don’t​​ you think I made the right​ choice?”

“Yes,‍ you did.”

“I⁠⁠ would have liked​⁠ to build a secret passage, but⁠​ that was too‍⁠‌ complicated. Well then…”​

Yekaterina⁠‌ linked her arm‍‌‌ with Elaine’s and⁠⁠‍ said,

“Shall‌‍​ we begin the⁠‍ great escape?”

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