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Rise of the Fallen Kingdom’s Third Prince Chapter 252: Reunion (1)

Chapter 252: Reunion (1)

Official‌ notices were posted‍​‌ across the streets⁠‌⁠ of Briol.

On​‍ them was a peculiar portrait—Yuri Briol,⁠‌⁠ wearing a large,‌ wide-brimmed hat, pointing⁠‍‍ forward with his⁠ index finger.

Beneath​‌⁠ it was written:‍‍​

“Briol​⁠‍ needs you. Military‌ recruitment.”

The​ wide-brimmed hat was⁠⁠⁠ the symbol of‌ Briol’s recruiter. It‍‌ was a call⁠ to enlist, using⁠ Yuri Briol’s image.‌‍

No⁠‍⁠ one could ignore⁠ that war—a war‌​​ that would decide‍⁠​ the fate of‍ the continent—was about​ to break out.‌⁠‌

Newspapers⁠​‍ and magazines relentlessly​ denounced the Empire,‌ claiming that the‍ Emperor was preparing⁠‌ an army for‍‌​ war and that,‍ if they remained‌ passive, their land‍⁠ would become a battlefield, so they‌ must act first.​⁠‌

The⁠ people feared war.‍​

But‌ this time was⁠‌ different.

The‌‌‌ undefeated hero—revered as⁠​ the symbol of⁠​⁠ victory and who‌‌​ had never lost—was⁠‌ leading not only​‌‍ Briol, but also‍ the entire Anti-Imperial⁠ Alliance.

Yuri⁠‌⁠ Briol.

The​⁠ people felt hope.‌‍⁠

Of‍​‍ course, it would​‍ be a difficult⁠ and devastating war—everyone‍​ knew that. But​‍‍ if they survived‍⁠⁠ until the end,⁠​‍ they would be⁠​​ guaranteed wealth and​⁠‌ honor.

Those⁠⁠​ who joined would⁠‌ be remembered for⁠‌ generations as heroes‍‌​ who saved the​‌ nation.

Even‍‌ dying in battle⁠‌ would be seen⁠ as an honorable⁠⁠‌ sacrifice.

News‍ spread that the⁠‍‍ Empire had begun⁠​⁠ persecuting foreigners, especially‌‌ those from Briol.⁠⁠⁠

No‍​‍ one doubted that‌‌⁠ their abuses would⁠ soon extend beyond‍‍ imperial territory.

If‍ they did not⁠‍⁠ fight, they would‍ be trampled.

For‌‍‍ their families, for‍⁠‍ their loved ones,⁠⁠​ and for their‌‌ homeland, they had‌‍‍ to raise their‌​‍ swords.

The⁠‌‌ number of enlistments⁠‍​ rose quickly.

In⁠‌‌ one Briol city,‌⁠ a recruiter was‌ evaluating new applicants​⁠ when, upon seeing⁠‌‍ the man before​‍ him, he frowned.‍

“You​​​ seem to be‍​ of considerable age.‍⁠ Are you sure​​ you can handle‌‍ it?”

“Of⁠​‍ course. I’m a veteran of the​ Allied Army.”

“Ah,‌​⁠ I see. Welcome.‌​ Are you a resident of this⁠​ territory?”

Veterans‍‍ were always given‍​⁠ priority. The recruiter‌ immediately checked the⁠⁠‍ list of registered​​ veterans in the‍‍ city.

“That’s⁠⁠ right.”

“Your‍ name?”

“Raymond.”‍

“Let’s⁠‌ see… Raymond…”

The​​​ recruiter’s hand stopped.‍​ His eyes widened‌ in surprise.

This‌‌ wasn’t just an‍⁠⁠ ordinary soldier—this was​‍‍ a knight.

“Sir‌ Raymond?”

“That’s‍‍ right.”

“We’re‍ recruiting soldiers. You​ could go directly‍‍ to the lord⁠‌‍ and receive a special post…”

“I’ve‍‌ decided to serve​ as a regular​ soldier.”

“…Pardon?”​⁠‌

The​​ recruiter looked up.‌⁠ The wrinkled-faced knight⁠ had a faint‍‌ smile.

“There‍ are people I need to fight⁠⁠​ alongside on the​​​ battlefield.”

He⁠ then nodded toward‍​⁠ the people standing‌ behind him. The⁠​⁠ recruiter realized that‍‍ the volunteers lined⁠ up behind Raymond​ wore the same‍​‌ insignia—the emblem of‌ the Allied Army‍‌​ Comrades Association.

“As⁠​‌ president of the⁠‍ Allied Army Comrades​ Association, I’ve decided‌ to take part‍‍‍ in this war‌‌⁠ along with its‌‍‍ members.”

“Ah…”​⁠

The‌ recruiter looked at‍ him for a moment before extending​⁠ his hand.

“On‌‍ behalf of Briol’s‍‍‌ army, I thank‍ you for your​​ decision.”

“Thank‍‍​ you.”

“And​⁠ if I may—would‍ you grant us‌​​ your service once‍ more, for Briol’s‍ victory and for⁠⁠​ the homeland?”

“Of‌‌⁠ course.”

“For​⁠ Briol!”

The⁠⁠ recruiter shot to​‌‌ his feet and⁠‌​ shouted.

“You⁠ will be given​ special treatment.”

Soon‍​ someone arrived to⁠ escort Raymond and‍⁠⁠ the Comrades Association‍‍‌ members elsewhere.

At​​ first, they thought​​‌ it was just​ veteran privileges.
But there was⁠ another reason.

“Before‍ sending you to‌‍⁠ the front lines,​⁠ we have a request.”

“If​ it’s for Briol,‍ gladly.”

“First,​​ a bit of⁠⁠ basic makeup.”

“Makeup?”‍⁠‌

“If‍⁠​ you look worn‌ out, it’ll seem​‌ like we treat​‍⁠ you poorly, hahaha…”⁠

“…Don’t‌‍‍ tell me…”

They‍‍⁠ wanted to use‌​‍ the Comrades Association’s​ name to attract‌​ more recruits.

Raymond​‍⁠ and the other‌‍ veterans toured the‍​ city, receiving cheers‍‍ from the crowd.‍‍​

The‌ campaign was a success.

The⁠⁠‌ news that a retired knight from​⁠ the Allied Army​⁠ had taken up⁠‌​ his sword again​ for Briol ignited‌⁠⁠ the blood of​‌‍ the young.

Briol⁠‌ was preparing for⁠⁠ war with much⁠‍ greater organization than‌ in Yuri’s previous‌‌ life.

Meanwhile,‍‍⁠ Yuri wasn’t idle‍ either. Leading the‍‌‌ Order of Vengeance,‍​ he left Briol‌‍ ahead of everyone‍‍ else as an‌ advance force to‍ establish the Anti-Imperial‍⁠ Alliance’s front.

***​​⁠

Cory‍ was handling all​​​ the heavy work‍​⁠ in the village​⁠ in place of​ the ailing Laurent.⁠

Although​ people treated him​‍‍ better after learning⁠​‍ he was a mage, the looks‍​‌ of contempt had​​ not disappeared.

Whenever‍​​ he passed by,⁠ the villagers pointed‍‍ at him. Children​​‌ called him a monster.

Even​​ so, Cory never‍‍ got angry with‍‌⁠ them.

“Are⁠‍ you an idiot?”​‌

Just‍⁠⁠ as he was​‌‍ about to enter⁠‌‌ the guild office,‍​ a mercenary stationed‌‍ at the entrance‍‍​ suddenly spoke to⁠ him.

“Pardon?”‍‍

“You’re‌‌‌ a mage, yet​⁠ you let these​‍‌ ignorant folks look‌‌‌ down on you‌​‌ and do nothing.‌⁠‍ Why?”

“Well…”‍

The‌‍ man was a hard-faced mercenary with⁠‌ a scar on‍‌ his face. Cory⁠ had seen him‌‍​ a few times,‌​⁠ and according to‍‌‍ the guild staff,‍‌‍ he was quite​ skilled.

“What‌ could I do?‌⁠⁠ I just ignore‌ it.”

“They⁠⁠‌ say you’re half-orc,​‌ but you speak‌ well.”

The⁠‍ first time people⁠​ met him, many⁠ were surprised at‌‍⁠ his eloquence—like meeting​⁠‍ a talking animal.‍

Cory⁠‍‍ gave a sideways‍ smile.

“I​ limp when I walk, but my⁠​ mouth works fine.‍​ That’s something, isn’t​⁠ it?”

“If⁠​‍ you’re a mage,‍ you should be‌‌‍ smart. Then why⁠ allow it? They​‌​ look down on‍​‍ you because you⁠ don’t retaliate. Don’t‍ you know that?”‍‌⁠

“I‍​ don’t see the‍​ need for revenge…”​‍

“Respect‌⁠‌ is born from⁠ fear.”

The⁠‌⁠ man stood straight‍‍⁠ and lit a cigarette.

“With‌‌‍ that face, how‍​⁠ can you be​ so soft? Incredible.”‌

“And⁠ what does my‌‌⁠ face have to⁠‍ do with my‌‌ personality?”

“When‌‍ you’re hated, you​ tend to get​‌ sharper. That’s how⁠ I was as‌⁠‌ a kid. But‍⁠ ever since I got this, the⁠‌ provocations decreased. Funny,‌ right?”

He​​​ tapped the scar‌⁠ on his face—a⁠​​ threatening cut.

“I’m​‍‌ only saying this​ because it’s frustrating‌​ to see you⁠⁠‍ like this.”

“Thanks‍​ for the advice,​⁠‍ but I’d rather‌​‌ ignore it.”

“I‌‌ don’t know if‌ you’re good-natured or‌‌​ just fooling yourself…”‌‍‍

The‌‍‌ mercenary chuckled.

“Sometimes‌ guys like you‌⁠‍ have the blackest⁠⁠​ hearts. Wouldn’t surprise⁠‌​ me if there‍​‍ were mysterious disappearances‍ around here.”

Cory⁠ ignored him and‌​‌ entered the guild‍⁠ office.

The​​​ clerk frowned upon⁠⁠ seeing him, then‌‍ greeted him.

No‍ matter personal opinions,‍ to the guild⁠​ staff Cory was​⁠ a valuable asset‌‌ who always took‍‍​ jobs, no matter⁠ how small.

“Welcome.​ Looking for work?”​

“Yes.”⁠

“Let’s‍ see…”

The‌ clerk looked over‌ the guild’s job‍⁠ list.

“Not‍⁠​ much… Ah, we‍‍ have a logging⁠​‍ job at the‍⁠⁠ village entrance. Pay‌ depends on the‍​ number of trees‌⁠ you cut. Interested?”‍​

A mercenary doesn’t always‌‌ fight—sometimes they do⁠‍ various tasks. But‍​ simple jobs like⁠‌ cutting trees were‌ rare.

“I’ve​ heard you’re a mage, but can​ you handle an‍⁠‍ axe?”

“Yes…”⁠

“If‍​ you don’t want⁠‍‌ to, it’s not​​​ mandatory. There’s no⁠​ other work for‌ now.”

“I’ll​ do it.”

Cory‍⁠ nodded. He wasn’t​​ in a position‍⁠ to choose jobs—not‍‍ with Laurent’s medical​⁠ bills.

“But…‍‍ why cut down⁠‌⁠ trees?”

“There’s⁠⁠⁠ a rumor that​‌​ Briol’s army will​‌‍ pass through the​⁠ village. Just in⁠​ case, we have​‍‍ to clear the‍‌​ road well so‌​‍ they can get‍‍ in.”

The‍ clerk spoke cheerfully.‌ Having an army‍ pass through—except during⁠‌ wartime—was usually good‌⁠​ for business; supplying‌ so many troops‍ inevitably brought in⁠ consumption.

Cory’s‌​​ eyes trembled.

“Briol’s⁠​ army?”

“Yes.”​⁠‍

The‌​​ clerk glanced up‍⁠ at him sideways,⁠⁠⁠ then went back​​​ to tapping the‌​ papers.

“The​‍⁠ war will start​‍ soon. The mercenary‍ guild will be‍ busy. So, will⁠‌​ you take the‍⁠‍ job?”

“I-I’ll‌ do it.”

Cory‍ quickly signed the‌​‍ documents and asked,​

“But​⁠⁠ when is Briol’s​​‍ army coming? Are‌ you sure they’re⁠​ coming? Who’s the​ commander?”

Cory⁠​‌ hadn’t been able‌‍ to convince Laurent​ to return to‌⁠ Briol and had‌⁠​ decided to stay​‌‌ with him instead.​​​

But​ now Laurent was⁠ on the brink​ of death. Maybe,​‌ if he could‍ find Yuri, he‍​ could save him.​​ Then they could​‍ return to Briol‌⁠ together.

The‍​⁠ clerk stamped the‍ papers and replied,‌⁠

“I‍​‌ don’t know. It’s‍ just a rumor,‍ nothing confirmed. Alright,‌ go get to‌‌ work.”

“Ah,​ yes.”

Cory‍ left the office.‍⁠ The mercenary he​‌ had spoken with​ earlier at the‍ entrance was still⁠‍​ there.

He​ tossed his cigarette⁠‌⁠ to the ground​⁠ and asked,

“Don’t​ tell me you’re⁠⁠ going to cut​‍ trees.”

Cory‍ didn’t want to‍ answer, but since‌⁠ the other man⁠ kept following him,⁠‌‍ he had no​ choice but to‍​ nod.

“Yes.”‍

The‍ man let out‍‍ a mocking laugh.‌⁠

“Are‌‌​ you an idiot?”‍‌

“Pardon?”⁠‍

“If⁠⁠​ a job like⁠ cutting trees makes‍‌ it to the‌ guild, you should‍​ at least ask‍⁠‍ yourself why. Tsk…”⁠‌​

“Why?”⁠​

“Don’t​ you know there​ are lots of​⁠⁠ beasts around here?”‍​​

“Uh…”‌‌‌

“And​ if, while you’re​‌ chopping, something like⁠ giant wolves shows‍ up? Are you‍‍​ just going to‍‍ stand there?”

Then⁠ Cory understood the‌‍‌ situation.

“So‌ with the excuse‌ of cutting trees,‌⁠ they’re getting cheap‌‌⁠ mages to act‍⁠ as escorts. I bet that idiot​‌ inside is lining‍​ his pockets.”

“No…​‌ I don’t think‌​ he did it⁠ for that reason.”⁠

“Idiot.”⁠‍

The‍ mercenary laughed.

“Don’t‍​ play naive. Well,​⁠ it’s not my‍​‍ problem.”

With‍‌⁠ that, he waved⁠ a hand and⁠⁠⁠ left. Cory watched​‌ him go, then​ began walking with​‌ heavy steps.

The‌ man was right—once⁠‌⁠ again, he was​⁠​ being used.

If⁠⁠‌ he had done​ what that mercenary‍‍ said, using magic‌‍‍ to scare people,⁠‌‍ maybe they wouldn’t⁠​​ treat him like⁠ this. But Cory⁠ didn’t want to‍ do that.

“Ugh…”​

As​⁠ he walked, the⁠⁠ village children started​ following him again.‌‍

“It’s⁠‌‌ a monster, a monster.”

“Don’t‍ talk to him.⁠‌ They say he‌⁠‍ kills people and​ rips out their‌ hearts.”

“He‌ really is a monster.”

“So‍‌ ugly!”

Cory‍‌ ignored the comments‍ and kept limping​ forward. The children‍⁠⁠ soon lost interest‌​​ and scattered.

When​‌ he reached the⁠​ village entrance, the‍‌⁠ foreman was directing⁠ several people chopping​‍⁠ trees.

Upon‌⁠ seeing him, the‌ man frowned.

“What‍‍‍ do you want?‌ Cutting trees?”

“Yes.”⁠

“I‌⁠ see… fine…”

The‍ foreman clicked his​ tongue and added,⁠‌

“Then‍ get started right​​​ away.”

“Understood.”​​

“I’ll‌‌ pay you per⁠‌​ tree.”

“Excuse‍​‌ me, what about‌‍⁠ the axe?”

“The⁠‌ axe?”

The‍ foreman sneered.

“You‌‌ came to cut​‌⁠ trees empty-handed?”

“I’m‌‍ a hired mercenary.‌ You should be‌ providing the equipment.”‌​

“If‍​ you want to​‌ chop, go find‌ an axe. Tsk…”​‌

He​‌‌ clicked his tongue⁠ again and held‌⁠ out his hand.​⁠‌

“If​‍ you want me‍⁠ to lend you⁠ one, pay the​⁠‍ rental fee.”

“Rental?”​​‌

“Of⁠‍ course. You think‌ it’s free?”

At⁠​ that point, Cory‌‌ started to get‌ angry.

“Forget​​ it, I’m leaving.”‍‍⁠

“You​ signed a contract​⁠‍ at the office,‍‌‍ right?”

“I‌ want to cancel⁠⁠ it.”

“If​ you do it⁠‌ without permission, I’ll⁠ put a penalty‌‌‍ on you. And⁠‌‌ I won’t let‍‍‍ you set foot‌‍‌ in this village⁠​⁠ again. As foreman,‌ I have that⁠ authority.”

Cory‍ looked at him.⁠‍

If​ it were up‌⁠ to him, he’d​ leave. But with‌​ Laurent’s current condition,‍⁠​ he couldn’t.

He​ sighed.

He⁠‍ didn’t understand why‌ they provoked him‌ like this, as​‌ if they didn’t‍‌‍ realize that—even if⁠⁠​ he wasn’t a great mage—he could​​ easily kill a normal person.

He‌ remembered what the‍⁠ mercenary had said—that⁠‌‌ they used him‌ because he always‌‍ showed weakness.

Cory​⁠​ clenched and unclenched​ his fist.

“Fine.”⁠​

He‍‍ rolled up his⁠ sleeves.

“I’ll​ pay the rental.​⁠‌ Lend me the‍ axe.”

“That’s⁠‍‍ the spirit.”

The‌⁠ foreman smiled maliciously.⁠​

“Now,‍ work hard.”

***​

Yuri,⁠‌ leading the Order⁠ of Vengeance, rode‌‌ without rest to⁠⁠​ get there as‌​ soon as possible.‍‌

To⁠⁠‌ encircle the Empire⁠‌‍ from the north,‍‌ the Holy Kingdom‌​ and Brusen would‌⁠‌ cover the lower‌‍⁠ left flank, Liberta⁠‌ the lower right,‌​‍ and in the‌‍​ center, Briol and​‍​ the Confederation of​‍ Small Kingdoms would‍‍‌ form the defensive​ line.

Jared,‌ unfolding a map‌ beside him, spoke.​‌

“This‍‌ road is shorter.⁠ We’ll soon see‌‌ a village—let’s stay⁠ there for the‍​ night.”

“If⁠⁠​ possible, let’s get‌ supplies.”

“Not‌‍ sure if we‌ can, it’s a small village.”

“No​‍ matter. We’re not‍‌ lacking provisions.”

“Understood.”⁠⁠​

Yuri‍​ glanced back. The‍⁠ Order of Vengeance’s⁠ formation was following‍​ in disciplined order.‍⁠​

“Hope​‍⁠ you’re not tired‍‍ yet.”

“No,‌ sir!”

“You’ll‍⁠⁠ get to fight​​ all you want‌​‍ soon, so don’t⁠‌‌ get impatient.”

“Yes,‍ sir!”

“We’ll‍ stay in the​ next village we​‌ find.”

“Yes,‍‍​ sir!”

“For‌‌ Briol!”

“For‍​⁠ Briol!”

Yuri‌⁠ spurred his horse,‍‌⁠ picking up speed.‍‌‍

In​‍​ the distance, the‍ village came into‍ view.

It⁠ seemed they had​⁠‌ recently cut down‍‍‌ trees, as the‌ road leading to‍ the entrance was⁠ clean and clear.​⁠‌

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