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Rise of the Fallen Kingdom’s Third Prince Chapter 255: Reunion (4)

Chapter 255: Reunion (4)

Yuri‌​ looked the bandaged⁠‍ swordsman up and‍‌ down.

Many‍⁠ things had changed.⁠⁠‍ His face was‍ disfigured, his posture‍⁠‌ hunched, and his‍ way of handling‍⁠ a sword had⁠ become rough.

But‍ once he realized⁠‌‌ it was Laurent,‌⁠​ he knew for‌​‍ sure.

“Laurent,⁠⁠‌ right?”

Yuri​​ approached him.

“All⁠⁠ this time, how…?”‍‍​

However,​⁠‍ the instant Yuri​​‌ took a step​ toward him, a sharp slashing gust‍‌ flew at him.​‍

It‍ wasn’t a simple‌ threat—it was aimed‌ straight at his‌ neck.

Yuri​⁠ deflected the attack⁠‌‌ with Guilty and‌​ looked at Laurent.‌‍‍

“What​‌ are you doing?”​

“Yuri‍⁠ Briol.”

“Huh?”⁠‍

The‍​‍ clear voice of‍‍‍ Laurent that Yuri‍ remembered no longer‌‌ existed.

Between‌​​ the bandages covering‌​‍ his face, cold​‍ eyes peeked out.⁠‌ Yuri understood he​‍‍ was no longer‍ the same Laurent‌ he had known.​

“Don’t‍‍ say my name.”‌

Yuri‍‌​ stopped.

With‍⁠ anyone else, he‍ would have retorted⁠‍⁠ that they shouldn’t‌ talk nonsense and,​​ even if by⁠ force, would have⁠ approached to subdue‍‌⁠ them.

But⁠‌ this was Laurent.‍‍

Someone⁠⁠‍ he had kept‌‌‌ close, someone he​⁠⁠ could trust the⁠⁠‍ most.

If⁠ Laurent said he‌‍⁠ was no longer‍ himself, then he‍‍ wasn’t.

“All‍​⁠ right.”

That’s‌⁠ why Yuri stayed​‌‌ where he was.‌‌‍

Even‌ without words, just​‌‌ by looking at‍⁠​ him, he could‍‍​ deduce many things.‍

In​‌ Française, Laurent had‍‍‍ lost everything.

In‌ the midst of‍​‌ it, he had‍‌⁠ been injured and‌ turned into what‌‌ he was now.​​

And‌⁠⁠ all because of⁠​​ Cedric.

Laurent‍⁠ had suspected Cedric,⁠ and Yuri hadn’t​ believed him. That‍ was how they⁠​ drifted apart.

And​‌‌ although he didn’t‌ know exactly what​‍‌ had happened in‌ Française, one thing‌⁠​ was clear—this man⁠ was no longer‌​​ the Laurent he​​ knew.

Yuri​​‍ clenched and unclenched‌⁠ Guilty’s hilt several‍‍‍ times.

He​​‌ wasn’t so weak‍‌‍ as to feel​‍ guilt over something⁠ beyond his control.‍⁠⁠

If‍⁠‌ someone tried to‍⁠ blame him for‍‌⁠ what happened in‌ Française, he would‍‍ have laughed and​​ drawn Guilty.

But⁠ this was Laurent.‌ And to Yuri,⁠‍ Laurent had always⁠‍ been an exception.​

“Do​​ you want me‍​‌ to apologize?”

Yuri⁠ asked.

Laurent​‌ immediately frowned and‍​ lunged at him.‍ The refined, elegant‌⁠⁠ swordsmanship Yuri remembered‌​ from Laurent was​‌​ gone.

Only⁠⁠ ruthless attacks remained,‌‍ ignoring his own​‌ safety.

As​ he wielded Guilty,‍⁠ Yuri thought,

Laurent⁠​ had become stronger.​

Though‍‍⁠ his style was⁠‍ rougher, technically he‍‌‍ had not regressed;‌‌​ his strength and⁠‍ speed had increased.⁠‌⁠

It​‍ seemed like he⁠‍ attacked without thought,​ but every movement‌​ was calculated. His⁠ talent had continued​‍ to evolve.

However,​‌ Yuri had grown​⁠ even stronger.

Realizing‍ this, Laurent clenched‍ his teeth.

“Damn​‌‌ monster.”

“Laurent.”‌

With‌‍⁠ their swords locked,⁠⁠ they stared at​ each other up​ close.

Between‍‌ the bandages, Yuri‍‌ could see more‍‍ of Laurent’s deformed⁠ skin.

Yuri‌‍​ smirked.

“I‌‍‌ like your way‍‌‌ of talking better⁠ now.”

“What?”‍​‍

“You‌⁠‌ should have been⁠ like this from⁠‍ the start. Better⁠⁠ than following me⁠⁠ around all the​‌ time saying ‘prince,​⁠‌ prince.’”

“Don’t‍⁠‌ pretend to be‌​ so relaxed while‌​ talking.”

“It’s‌⁠ not pretending.”

Yuri‌‌ pushed harder and‌‌ forced Laurent back.⁠‍ Laurent twisted his‍‌ sword to try⁠ to grab Yuri’s‌⁠‍ body and throw​​ him down.

But​ Yuri spun like​ a top and‍‍ threw him down​⁠ instead.

Laurent‌​⁠ fell on his‌⁠ back to the⁠⁠‌ ground with a groan.

“Urgh…”‍‍‍

“Laurent.”‌

Yuri​ looked down at‍‍ him.

“I’m⁠ sorry.”

“Shut​​ up.”

Lying‌⁠ on the ground,⁠‌⁠ Laurent propelled himself‍‌‍ forward and knocked⁠ him down, getting​ on top of​ him.

“Don’t⁠​‍ pretend you’re sorry.”​

“Laurent,‌‌​ you know better⁠‍ than anyone.”

Yuri‍⁠⁠ didn’t resist and‍ looked at him.​‌⁠

“I’m​ not pretending.”

“Damn⁠‌‍ it!”

Laurent⁠‍​ threw a punch.‌‍ But Yuri caught​ it with his⁠​‍ hand.

Yuri⁠‌‍ smirked wryly.

“See?⁠​ I’m not going‌​ to let you‍​‌ hit me.”

Laurent​⁠​ threw several more​ punches, but Yuri‌‍ blocked or dodged⁠⁠ them all with⁠ ease.

Finally,‌ exhausted in his​⁠⁠ position, Laurent grabbed​‍⁠ his neck while‍‍‍ breathing heavily.

“Yuri​‌​ Briol.”

“Yes.”​

“You‌‌‌ should have known‌‌‌ sooner.”

Laurent‌‍‌ squeezed his neck.⁠‍⁠

“You‍ went on about⁠⁠ how you’d fight​ the Empire, but‌‍⁠ the real enemy‍ was by your‍ side, and you​ should have noticed.”⁠

Yuri‍​‌ stared at him.​

Laurent‌‍‌ continued, strangling him.‍

“You‍​‍ should have been⁠ the first to‍ know what Cedric‌‌⁠ is.”

His‌​‌ hand tightened.

“And‌​⁠ if not, you‍‌ should have at‌‍ least believed me.”⁠⁠

Laurent​⁠ threw another punch.‌ This time, Yuri⁠​ didn’t stop it.‍

His⁠‍ head turned with‌‍⁠ the blow.

He⁠​​ spat saliva mixed‌⁠ with blood, looked⁠⁠ at him, and‍​ said,

“I’m‍‌⁠ sorry, Laurent.”

Laurent‌‍ looked at him,​‌⁠ then began to​​‌ laugh, his shoulders⁠ trembling slightly.

After⁠‍ laughing alone for​‌​ a moment, he​ stood up.

“Damn⁠⁠ it…”

He‍⁠ staggered toward where​‌ his sword lay‌⁠ and picked it‍⁠ up.

“Well,⁠‍ I don’t care‍‍ anymore. I don’t​ care if you‍‍ die or if‌‌ the world ends.”‌‍

“All​ right.”

“Your‌⁠⁠ father was imprisoned‍‍ by your brother.”‍​​

Yuri,​‍ barely getting up,​‍‌ looked at him.‌

“Cedric‍​ sealed him with‌ an unknown magic.‍​‌ He told me‌ to tell you—said⁠‌​ he wanted to⁠‍‌ give you despair.”‌‍

“Thank‌⁠​ you for telling‌ me.”

“We‌‍‍ won’t see each‌⁠‍ other again. This‌⁠ was just a coincidence. Die fighting⁠ your brother or​⁠​ beat him and​ save the world,‍‌​ do whatever you‌​​ want.”

With⁠‍​ that, Laurent turned​ and began to⁠ walk away. Yuri‍ watched him go.‌

He​ wanted to stop‍‌‍ him, but he‌‌ felt that wasn’t​‍‌ what Laurent wanted.​⁠⁠

“Haa…”​

Yuri‌​⁠ ruffled his hair.⁠‍‌

After⁠⁠‌ thinking for a moment, he stood‌‍ up and shouted​⁠ toward the departing‌‍‌ figure.

“Hey⁠‍ Laurent!”

***​

“Hey!”‌‌

Cory‍​ was hiding in⁠ the shadows, watching‌ Yuri and the⁠‌⁠ villagers, when someone‍‍‍ suddenly spoke to⁠⁠‍ him.

“What‌⁠ are you spying‍​⁠ on so intently?”‌

When​​ he turned, he‍​‌ saw it was⁠‍ the mercenary who​ hadn’t appeared in‍‌‌ some time. For​⁠‍ some reason, the‌‌ scar on his‌ face stood out‍‌ more than usual.‌⁠

He⁠‍​ looked in the‌‍ same direction as‌ Cory and smiled​ with disdain.

“That’s‍ the so-called famous⁠‌​ Yuri Briol or‍⁠​ whatever his name​‌ is? Well, look‌ at that—those who⁠⁠‍ treated you so‌ badly, in front‍‍ of him act⁠‌ like saints. Anyone⁠‍ would see it‌ and get the​ wrong impression.”

The‍⁠‌ mercenary spoke with​‌ a biting tone.‌

Cory⁠‌‍ ignored him and‍ turned away. He​‌‌ had originally thought‍‍ of going straight⁠⁠ to Yuri, but‌ for some reason‍‍‍ he felt he​ shouldn’t now.

The‍⁠‍ mercenary followed him.​‍‌

“Hey,⁠ where are you‍ going?”

“Wherever‌​ I want.”

“Don’t‍‍ we still have‌​ something to talk⁠​ about?”

“What‌ are you talking​ about?”

“You‍ followed my advice​‌​ and that guy⁠​⁠ woke up, right?”​‍

“Ah,‍⁠‍ yes.”

“Then⁠ don’t you think‌‍‍ you should fulfill​​ my request?”

Just‌‍⁠ as the mercenary‌ had instructed, when‌ he mixed the‌⁠​ herbs, Laurent had⁠‍ indeed woken up.‌​ Cory had promised‍​ to grant him‍​⁠ a request.

Without‍​⁠ looking at him,⁠​‍ Cory replied,

“Tell‍​‌ me. If it’s⁠ in my hands,​⁠ I’ll do it.”​⁠

“Hmm,⁠⁠ I’ll tell you‌ what I want⁠‌ later.”

“Later‌‌ when? What if⁠ I’m not here‍​ by then?”

“It‍ won’t take that‌ long.”

“Even‌ so, at least‍‍ give me an⁠‍ idea.”

“Tonight,‍‌‍ maybe?”

“All‌‍​ right. Look for‍‌ me yourself. If‍ we don’t meet,‍⁠ too bad…”

“Understood.”​​

“But‍ why do you‍​ keep following me…?”​

There​ was no answer.​ When he turned,​⁠ the mercenary had‌​‍ already disappeared. He‍ really was someone‌ who came and‌​​ went as he​⁠ pleased.

Cory‌ sighed and headed‍ to the lodging⁠‍ where Laurent was.​‍

The⁠​‍ two had left‍ the temple and‌‍‍ were staying at⁠‌​ an inn. The​ owner clearly didn’t‍​‍ want them there,‌⁠ but accepted without‌ complaint after receiving⁠ more money.

Laurent,‌‍⁠ now conscious, was⁠‍ sitting by the‌​ window, looking outside.‍​⁠

“It’s⁠‍ noisy out there.⁠ What’s going on?”‍‍

“I⁠‌ don’t know. Maybe‍ because the Briol‌⁠ Knight Corps arrived⁠ here. I also‍​⁠ saw Prince Yuri.”‍

Laurent’s​ eyebrows moved. Without⁠‍‍ saying anything, he​ looked at Cory.‌‌

“I‌‍ didn’t know.”

Laurent‍‌ watched him silently‌​ for a moment,⁠⁠ then stood and⁠‌‍ left the room.‌

Everyone‌‌‍ went about their‍​ own business.

Cory,‌ now alone, fell‍⁠​ onto the bed⁠ and kept thinking‌‌​ until he dozed‍ off.

When​‍‍ he opened his‍⁠⁠ eyes again, the‍‍ sky was already⁠​ dark. Laurent was​ gone.

Rubbing⁠​‍ his eyes, Cory‌⁠ got up with‌‌‌ a start. Maybe⁠‌ Prince Yuri had⁠⁠ already left.

He‍ quickly left the‍‍‌ inn and, after‍​ asking a few​ villagers—who still looked​ at him with‌​ disdain—he learned that​‍‌ Yuri and the⁠⁠ Briol knights had​⁠⁠ set up camp‌ outside the village.‍

Cory​‍‍ ran there.

He​‌ saw Yuri and‌‌⁠ the knights sitting‍‍ around a campfire.‌​​

It‍⁠​ looked like old‌ times, when he‍‍⁠ traveled with the​ alliance army and,‍​​ at nightfall, everyone⁠​ would gather like‌​ that to prepare‍ for the next⁠‌ day’s battle.

Those⁠ were days of‍⁠ constant fighting, but​‌‍ Cory liked them.​‍ Just as he‍‌ was about to⁠‌ approach Yuri, a fight broke out.​

Startled,‍⁠‍ Cory hid. From‍ the darkness, he‍​​ saw spells flying.‍‌ He prepared to​ use Dispel, but​‍ someone else dispelled​‍ them first.

It​⁠ was Inariel, the​⁠ great mage with⁠ salmon-colored hair and⁠ a youthful appearance.‍ Without a doubt,‌⁠ he was a far more capable‍⁠⁠ mage than Cory.‌⁠

Seeing​​ Inariel act, Cory‍‌ stayed hidden, not⁠⁠‍ daring to intervene.‌

With‌ his arrival, the⁠​⁠ advantage tilted toward‍‍ the Briol knights.‌ Yuri went to‍‍‍ the village to⁠‌ rescue people. Cory‍⁠​ still didn’t move,‌ concealed in the​​​ undergrowth.

“Hey,⁠‌ useless.”

The‌‌​ mercenary’s voice came‍‍⁠ from behind him.​‍‌

“What​‍‍ are you doing?‍ Weren’t you going‌‍​ to go to‌ Yuri Briol?”

“I⁠​ suppose so.”

Cory‍‌ turned to him.‍⁠‍

“But‍ since you’re here,‍ I won’t go.”‍

Looking‍‍⁠ up at him,⁠ he added,

“Cedric.”‌

Then,‍ the scarred mercenary‍​ began to laugh,‌​⁠ and his mouth‍​ stretched into a grotesque smile.

“Since​ when did you⁠ know?”

“Who​⁠‍ knows.”

“You’re​ smarter than I thought.”

“They​‌​ say that to⁠⁠ me often. I’m⁠ not what I seem, right?”

Cory​ stood up and​‍​ began walking toward‍ the village.

“Let’s‍​⁠ talk while we​‌ walk. So, what’s⁠ your wish?”

“I’ll​⁠​ tell you in‍ a moment.”

“You‍ just want to‌‌⁠ chat with me?”​

“That’s⁠​ right.”

They‍⁠ walked around the‍ edge of the​ village. In the‍​​ distance, sounds of⁠‌‌ combat could be‌​ heard.

Cory​‌ already suspected that‌​‍ this mercenary wasn’t⁠ an ordinary man.‍‌⁠ He didn’t know‌​​ why, but the​⁠ mana and the​⁠‍ force of the‌​‌ Power of the‌​ Voice of Authority‍‍ emanating from him‌ kept him on​‌⁠ alert.

At‍ first he thought‍⁠⁠ it was just​​ his imagination, until​ he understood—that man‍​ reeked of black⁠⁠⁠ magic.

The⁠​⁠ idea that his​⁠⁠ true identity was⁠ Cedric was, in‌ part, just a hunch.

“I‌‍ suppose you already‌​​ suspect it.”

“Suspect‌‌ what?”

“My‌‌ face. My appearance.”​‌⁠

Cedric‌ smiled. His face⁠ was still that‍‍​ of the burly,​​‌ scarred mercenary.

“The‌ look you always‍‌ wanted to have,‍ isn’t it?”

Cory‌‍​ didn’t deny it.​​⁠ He had always⁠‍​ been despised and​ looked at with‍​ disgust by people,‌​‍ even after becoming​‌ a mage.

In‌ contrast, those who‌ looked down on​ him would cower‍ before burly, scarred‍​ types like this​​‍ mercenary.

Sometimes⁠‍ he had wished​‍‍ to be like⁠‌ that.

“I’ve‍​⁠ been watching you.⁠‌ I wondered what‍‌ quality this ugly​‌‍ half-orc had for⁠​​ Yuri to take⁠‍ him along.”

“I⁠⁠‌ have no quality.”‌

“And‌‌ yet you can‍‌⁠ use the Dragon​‍‌ Voice Organ…”

Cory‌ tensed. Now that‌⁠ Cedric knew about‌ the Organ, he‍⁠​ might try to‍‍⁠ take it.

“Don’t‌ worry. That’s an​⁠‌ empty power.”

Cedric​ placed a hand‌‍ on his shoulder.‍

“Watching⁠ you, I discovered​‍ something interesting.”

“What⁠⁠⁠ is it?”

“Now⁠‌ I’ll take the‍ payment for our‍‌​ deal. My request‍ is this—answer me‌⁠‌ with total honesty​⁠​ the question I’m‍ going to ask‌‍‍ you.”

“Honestly?”‍‌‍

“Yes,‍ honestly.”

The⁠‍‌ mercenary’s face changed,​⁠ revealing Cedric’s. It‍‌ was a beautiful‍‍ and elegant face.​

Cedric​ had everything, and‍‍​ yet he used‍ black magic to‌​⁠ commit atrocities. Cory‍‌​ couldn’t understand it.​

Cedric’s​‍ voice slid into​ his ear.

“You…‍ when you saw‍ Laurent so deformed,‌ you were glad.‌‍​ Weren’t you?”

Cory’s‌ face hardened.

“I…”​​⁠

“I‍ can read minds.‌​‌ You felt genuine​‍ joy when you‍ saw him like​‍‌ that. I’ve never‍ seen such pure​⁠​ delight. That’s why⁠ I approached you.”‍⁠

Cory⁠‌ looked at him.‌ It was a face similar to​‍ Yuri’s, but now‌⁠ he could see⁠​ clearly—Cedric was repulsive.⁠⁠ And he himself,​‌​ even more so.‍⁠

“You‍ were glad to​‌‌ see Laurent turned⁠⁠‍ into a monster.‍‍ Weren’t you, Cory?”​‍

“Yes…”⁠‌

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