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Rise of the Fallen Kingdom’s Third Prince Chapter 265: Beyond the Mist (3)

Chapter 265: Beyond the Mist (3)

“Are⁠‍‍ you sure this⁠⁠ is Imperial territory?”‍

“I⁠‌ don’t know.”

“It​ doesn’t matter! Let’s‌‍ just fight! As‍⁠ long as we⁠‌ kill Imperial bastards,​‍ it’s fine!”

“Right?‍‌​ Let’s go!”

“For‍‍ Briol!”

“For⁠ Briol!”

The‍​⁠ Briol army always‌‍​ kept extremely high‌⁠​ morale.

The‌ reason was simple.‍

The​ noblest blood was⁠‍​ the one leading​‍ the charge and​⁠⁠ facing the enemy⁠‍‌ head-on.

Yuri‌‌ Briol never hid‌⁠ nor prioritized his⁠‍‍ own safety. Nor‌‌ did he allow‍​ the enemy to​‌ pass by without‍‌ confronting them.

He‍ always advanced directly‍⁠ into the line‍ of fire.

If‍⁠ a member of‍⁠⁠ royalty was willing‍‍‌ to risk his‌​ life, how could​⁠ the troops fear‌ death?

“Leave⁠⁠‌ none alive!”

Yuri’s​‌ roar was followed​ by a war⁠​⁠ cry.

The‌‌ Imperial army could‍‍⁠ not organize a true counterattack. Even​⁠ under the emotional‍‌ suppression imposed by⁠‍ black magic, their​ movements were chaotic⁠⁠ and disordered.

They⁠ clearly had not‍ expected such an​​‌ attack.

Yuri’s‍‌⁠ stratagem had worked⁠‌ to perfection.

As​​ he ran a black-armored knight through‍ with Guilty, Yuri​‍ smiled.

“Aren’t⁠​​ you glad to​⁠​ see me?”

“H-how…⁠ how are you⁠ here…?”

“Surprised?”⁠

A gush of blood‍​​ escaped the knight’s‍‌‍ mouth.

“What’s⁠‌ wrong? Your friends‌‍‌ too busy holding‌‍ the defense in‌ there?”

“Keugh…”​

“I⁠ know everything, bastard.”⁠⁠

Yuri‌ kicked him in‌⁠ the abdomen, knocking‌⁠‌ him down as‍ he pulled his​​‍ sword free, and⁠⁠‌ advanced toward another‌ knight further back.⁠⁠

This‌ one was retreating,‌‍‌ swinging his sword‌⁠‌ blindly. Yuri stayed​ just outside his​​‌ reach, following without⁠‍‌ rushing, until the‍ man, panicked, shouted:‌​

“It’s​‍​ Yuri Briol! Gather‍ here! Surround him!”‍​

Knights‌⁠ in black armor​ began to close‌‌‌ in.

Yuri⁠⁠⁠ also shouted:

“They​‍ want to kill⁠​ me! Come protect​⁠‌ me quickly!”

But‍ only one person‌‌​ appeared at his‌‍ side.

“Why​‌‍ is it just⁠‍ you, Jared?”

“How⁠‌ should I know?”⁠​

Yuri​​⁠ had advanced so‌ far that the‍ Order of Vengeance‌‍ was locked in​‍ close combat behind⁠ him, and Laurent,⁠​ who was nearby,​​‍ didn’t even flinch‌⁠ at hearing his​ request.

Jared⁠⁠ shrugged.

“Two‌‌ are enough, aren’t‌⁠ they?”

“Yes,‍ let’s say they​ are.”

Although⁠​‍ several Imperial knights​‍⁠ had surrounded them,⁠⁠​ the two broke‍‍‍ through on opposite‌ sides and shattered⁠ the formation in⁠​ an instant.

“I’ll‌‌ take the front!⁠‌‌ Everyone follow me!​​ We’re going to‌⁠⁠ crush the Empire!”​

“Yes,​‌​ sir!”

With⁠​ his shout, Yuri⁠⁠ unleashed his Whirlwind‌‍⁠ Sword Technique, shredding​⁠ everything around him.‌‍

Imperial‍ soldiers were reduced‌‍​ to dozens of‌ pieces, slaughtered mercilessly,⁠⁠⁠ and the Briol⁠ army surged forward⁠‍ like an unstoppable⁠​​ wave.

The‍ Empire could not​‍‌ maintain its formation‍​‍ and began to‍‌ collapse. Briol, for‍⁠‌ its part, took‌​ advantage of the‌‌ breach Yuri had‌⁠ opened and drove‌​ deep in, annihilating​​‍ the enemies.

From‍‌ time to time,⁠ monsters created by⁠ the Empire appeared,‌‌‍ flailing tentacles, but​⁠‌ Yuri slammed them​‍⁠ to the ground‍​‍ and tore them​ apart, spraying their⁠‍ fluids everywhere.

“We​⁠ don’t need prisoners!⁠ Leave no survivors!”​

The​​ entire Imperial formation​ was collapsing.

By‍ this point, Yuri‌​‍ had already fulfilled‌ his role—he had‍​​ cracked open the‌‍ enemy’s shell and‍ left the soft⁠‌ flesh exposed for‌⁠‍ his allies to​‍​ tear apart.

But‍‌‌ he did not​ stop.

In‌ the middle of​ the battlefield, he​ walked calmly, observing‍ each enemy.

No‍ average Imperial knight‍​ now dared to​ even approach.

“They’re‌​ all so boring.”‌​​

He​​ saw no one‌​ truly strong.

Until—​‌

“Yuri‍​ Briol!”

“Oh.”‍⁠⁠

Just​ as he let‍‌ out a disappointed​⁠​ remark, someone shouted​‍ his name and‍​ rushed at him.‌​ Yuri turned, expectant.​⁠

A knight in a black helmet was‍​‍ charging toward him.‍‌​

“Die!”​​​

“All‍‌⁠ fine, but your⁠‍ line is way⁠‍ too cliché.”

The‍​ knight leapt and‌ brought his sword​ down hard. Yuri‍‍ blocked it sideways​‌ with Guilty.

Sparks‌‍ flew.

Yuri‌​⁠ frowned—each strike was‍ heavy, a sign​ that this was‌⁠⁠ not a weak⁠ opponent.

In​​‌ fact, he was‍​‍ among the strongest‍ he had faced.‍

As⁠⁠ they exchanged blows,‌ Yuri asked.

“What’s‍ your name?”

“Jesquil!”⁠

“Your⁠ rank?”

“Knight‌ Commander!”

“Of‌​ which squadron?”

“That’s​ none of your⁠‍​ business!”

“For⁠‌ someone who doesn’t‍​ want to talk,‌ you answer quite⁠‍ a bit.”

“Shut⁠‍ up!”

Jesquil⁠​⁠ used centrifugal force⁠⁠ to launch fierce,​‌ almost acrobatic attacks.⁠‌‍

Although‍‍‍ he wasn’t large,‍⁠ his control over‍​​ his center of​ gravity was excellent,​​⁠ and each strike⁠ came down with⁠ the force of‌⁠​ a bear’s swiping​ claws.

Yuri‍‌ blocked repeatedly, then‌‌ stepped aside and‍​‍ drove his sword‌​ into the opponent’s‌⁠ abdomen.

Jesquil‌‍‍ arched backward, letting‌ himself fall.

“Huh?”​‍​

Before⁠​‍ Yuri could react,⁠⁠⁠ the knight pushed‍ off the ground⁠​ with his hands‍​ and launched both‌‌ legs at him.‍​

An‌‌ unexpected counterattack.

Yuri​‌ took the blow‍⁠​ to the chest​‍ and fell.

“Tch.”⁠

To​⁠ make matters worse,‍‌‌ he tripped over‍ a rock and‍⁠ ended up on​⁠ the ground. Jesquil⁠​​ brought his sword‌ down to finish⁠⁠ him.

“Wait!”‌​

Yuri⁠ rolled across the‍​ ground to dodge.‍ Jesquil pursued.

Rolling‍ like a stone,‍‌ Yuri slipped out‌​‌ of the enemy’s‍ reach and, in⁠ a brief breath,‍⁠ got back to‍⁠ his feet.

“Phew…”⁠

Then⁠​‍ he saw it​⁠‌ clearly—Jesquil’s face was⁠‌⁠ grotesquely distorted, not‌ from the strain⁠‌​ of battle, but​ because his facial​‌ muscles were deteriorating.⁠‍

His⁠‌⁠ body was decomposing‍ in real time.⁠

“Is​‌ this also a black magic trick?”​

“Shut​‌‍ up!”

His​​‌ voice was horrible,​⁠‌ with destroyed vocal​ cords and skin⁠​‌ sagging like that‍‌⁠ of an old​‌‌ man.

“Pathetic.”​‍‌

Jesquil⁠‌​ was burning his‌ own body to⁠‌‍ extract power, a sight as tragic⁠​⁠ as it was‍⁠ revolting.

Yuri⁠‍⁠ curled the corner‌ of his lips,⁠​‌ with a new​ hatred toward Cedric.​

“I‌‍ understand you, Jesquil.‌ I’ll give you‍‌‍ a quick end.”⁠

“Shut‍‍ up, shut up,​ shut up!”

Ignoring⁠‌​ his screams, Yuri‍​ opened his eyes‌‌​ wide. His vision‌​ entered the domain⁠ of the soul.⁠‌‌

The‍​ field was saturated⁠⁠​ with black magic,⁠‌ and Jesquil’s was​​​ the densest and‌⁠ most repulsive of‌ all.

“Disgusting.”‌

Gripping​‌‍ Guilty tightly, Yuri​ unleashed his Cut⁠‍‌ of the soul‌‍ and the heart,⁠‍​ raising a blade‍​⁠ of energy.

“Rest⁠‍‍ already, Jesquil.”

And⁠‍‍ then, a flash​‌‌ of sword light‍⁠‍ crossed the air.‍‍⁠ The black magic​ energy controlling Jesquil​​ was split in​​ two; the lower⁠ half sank into‌ the earth, and‍‍ the upper half‌⁠​ faded into the‌‍​ sky.

Yuri​​ closed his eyes‌​ and opened them‌‌⁠ again.

His⁠⁠ vision returned from⁠‌​ the domain of‌​ the mind to‌‌ the real world.‍​

Jesquil’s⁠⁠ body, cut in​​ two, shot upward.⁠ Blood and entrails‌‍​ rained down like‍ a storm.

It‍‍ was a brutal‍ scene, but on​‍ the battlefield it‌ was nothing out⁠‌‌ of the ordinary.⁠‌

Even​‍​ the common soldiers‍​‍ barely glanced at​ Jesquil’s body flying‌‍‌ through the air‌‌ before resuming the‌ fight as if⁠​⁠ nothing had happened.‌‌‌

Yuri‍‍ walked past the‌ lower half of‌‍‌ the body lying​‌ on the ground.​‌ There were many‌ more like him⁠​​ who would continue‌ to fall.

Until‌‌ he killed Cedric.‍

“Wait‌​​ for me, Cedric.”‌

Spitting‍‍ the curse in‍⁠​ a low voice,‍​ Yuri roared and​‌​ rushed forward.

Not‍ even the Imperial‍⁠ soldiers, who had‍​ lost their fear,⁠ dared to stand⁠ in his way.‍⁠

Each‍ time he swung‍ his sword, blood​‌⁠ and flesh fanned‍‍ out.

“Leave​​ no one alive!‌‌⁠ Kill them all!”⁠​‍

***‌⁠⁠

“The​ flowers have withered.⁠ Better plant new​‌‌ ones.”

“I​ will.”

“Remove‍‍ that tree.”

“Where⁠‍ should I move⁠‍ it?”

“Anywhere,‍‍‍ as long as⁠ I don’t see​​‍ it.”

Cedric​ strolled through the‌ Imperial Palace alongside‌‌⁠ Emperor Ivar.

The​⁠​ palace servants, controlled‌​‍ by black magic,⁠ showed not the​​ slightest suspicion toward‍ him.

It‍‌​ didn’t even seem⁠ strange to them‍ that he acted‌‍‍ as though he‍‍ were the true⁠‌ master of the‍‍​ palace.

“Let’s​​⁠ leave the garden,‍ Ivar.”

“Yes.”‌

He​⁠ treated him condescendingly,‍ as if calling​‍ for a servant.‍⁠‍

“Explain‍ to me what‍ happened.”

“Pardon?”​​

Cedric​ reprimanded him, showing⁠ for once some‍‍ emotion in his‍ voice.

“I​ want you to​ explain why the‌‍ Briol army is‍⁠‍ at the eastern‌​‌ front.”

“I…​‌⁠ I don’t know…”‌‍‍

“If​ you don’t know,‍ then who will?”⁠​⁠

Ivar⁠‍ lowered his head.‍‍

“They⁠ were supposed to‌ enter deep into‌⁠ the Empire. What⁠‍​ are they doing​ in the east?”‌

Though​ he asked, Cedric‌ already knew the​⁠‌ answer.

Yuri‍‍ had deceived him.‌​

Upon​ discovering Asana’s betrayal,⁠ he had used⁠ her against him,‍ leaking false information.​‍⁠

While‌‌⁠ the Imperial army⁠ erected unnecessary defenses,‍⁠‍ Yuri moved to‍⁠ the eastern front​ to launch a surprise attack.

Cedric​​ didn’t need a report to guess​ how many casualties​​⁠ it had caused.​ They might even‍⁠ have been annihilated.⁠​​

If​ that were the​‍‍ case, it meant⁠​⁠ a third of‍ the Empire’s forces‌ were dead.

Recruiting⁠⁠‌ more humans was​​ not difficult, but‌⁠​ losing the creatures‍ he had created⁠‍‌ with black magic‌​ was something he‍ found truly regrettable.‍‍

“I’m⁠ sorry.”

Ivar,‍‍‍ controlled by Cedric,‍‌ kept bowing his​​ head.

“It’s​‍ all my fault.”‍

“At⁠⁠‌ least you know.”‍

“Yes.⁠‌ It’s my failing.”⁠

When‌⁠ Ivar knelt on‌ the ground, Cedric‍⁠⁠ lifted him up.‍‍​

“Stand.”⁠​

“Forgive​​‌ me.”

“In​⁠‍ the end, it’s​ not like you⁠ could have done​ much. I didn’t​‌ expect Yuri to‍​​ notice Asana’s betrayal⁠ either. He’s worthy‌ of being my‍⁠ brother, don’t you‌ think?”

“That’s​ right.”

Ivar​ responded mechanically to​ his words.

“But​‌ there’s a limit​⁠​ to patience. If‌‍⁠ I leave it⁠ like this, that‌ man could truly‍​⁠ get in my‍​ way.”

Cedric‌⁠ murmured to himself.⁠​​

“I⁠‍ can’t keep tolerating‍‍‍ him.”

He⁠​ had planted Asana​‍ as a spy‍⁠‍ to hinder Yuri,⁠ but he had‍‍‌ ended up being‌ the one outplayed.‍

Now‍⁠ that it had‌‌⁠ come to this,⁠‌ he had to⁠⁠​ crush him, even‌‍​ if it meant⁠‌ forcing the situation.⁠⁠

Then⁠⁠‍ Ivar spoke.

“That’s⁠⁠ why I sent​‍ Hasan for you.”‌​

“Hasan?‌‍‌ Where?”

“To​​⁠ where you had‍​ instructed me earlier…”‌‍⁠

“Ah.”⁠‍

Cedric‍‍ nodded. He remembered⁠​‌ an order he​ had given Ivar​​​ some time ago,‌⁠ and it seemed‍ he had carried‌ it out.

“Well‍⁠ done.”

As‍ much as he‌ valued his brother,‍​ he could no‍ longer take blows‍‍ without striking back.​

That​ was why Cedric​‍‌ decided to target⁠​ another goal—the royal​ palace of Briol.‍

“Hasan​‍​ and his group‍‌ of assassins must‍​ have already infiltrated⁠‍ the royal palace.​ They should be​‍‌ executing the plan⁠ as we speak.”‌

“Perfect.”⁠⁠

At​ that moment, Briol⁠ was defenseless—its main​ forces had departed⁠⁠ to attack the‌‍ Empire.

Cedric‌​ took the opportunity​ to send Hasan‌⁠ and his assassins,​ strengthened with black‌⁠‌ magic, to the‍​​ royal palace.

Their‍ mission was to⁠​‍ kidnap Joshua, and‌‍‍ if anything went​ wrong, to kill​​ him to complete​ the objective.

“Everything‌ will be decided⁠ soon.”

Cedric⁠ smiled calmly.

Although‍ they shared blood,‍​ he felt no⁠ affection for Joshua.​​

There‍‍ was only one‍ person he cared​⁠‌ about—Yuri Briol, the‍​ only one who‍ escaped his calculations.⁠​

He‍‌ was curious to‌ see Yuri’s face​​​ upon receiving the‌‍‍ news of Joshua’s‍⁠‍ “accident.”

Finally,‌​ in good spirits,​‌ Cedric placed a hand on Ivar’s⁠​ shoulder.

“Well,⁠ good work, Ivar.‍⁠‌ This is the‍⁠ best one could​ expect from you.”⁠‍

“Yes,‍​ that’s right.”

“Then,​‍ how is that⁠‍‌ matter going?”

“Which‌⁠​ one?”

“The‍​ statue.”

“Ah…⁠ yes.”

Ivar’s‌⁠ eyes trembled, and⁠ he began nodding​‌ repeatedly, almost convulsing.‍

“It’s⁠​ going well, very‌ well.”

He‍‌‌ seemed frightened.

Who‌⁠ could imagine that‍⁠ the emperor who‌ ruled the Empire​ would make such‌ a face?

Cedric‍​‌ nodded.

“Good.​‌ When Hasan finishes,‍‍ inform me immediately.”‍⁠‌

“Understood.”‍‍‍

***⁠

Hasan‍⁠​ observed the royal⁠⁠‍ palace of Briol‌ as he adjusted‍‍​ his mask.

“Begin.”‍⁠⁠

“Yes.”‍

When‍‌​ he spoke, the⁠ assassins hidden in​ the shadows replied⁠‍ in unison.

“Our‍‌ target is the‍​‍ king, Joshua Briol.⁠​ It won’t be​ difficult.”

Neither⁠​​ Fiore Briol nor​​​ Yuri Briol was​‍ in the royal‍‌⁠ palace anymore. There‌‌ was no one‌⁠ capable of stopping‌⁠ them.

It‍⁠​ seemed the mission⁠ would be easier​‌ than expected.

Hasan​⁠‌ murmured to himself.‍

“It’s‍ been a while​‍⁠ since I’ve been​⁠⁠ here.”

When‍​‌ he was still​‍⁠ an apprentice, he‍‌​ was chosen as‍‌ a great warrior⁠‌ by Georg, and⁠‌‌ had a trial​ by combat against⁠‌ the young Yuri⁠​‌ Briol.

He‍​ lost.

It​⁠⁠ was a defeat⁠⁠ he would never‌ forget.

Every⁠ time training became​⁠‍ unbearable, he remembered‍ that day and‍⁠ clenched his teeth.‌​‍

Today,‌‌​ he finally had​ the chance to​​ return the humiliation.‍⁠⁠

Hasan‍ smiled maliciously.

He​‌⁠ was curious to⁠‍‌ see Yuri’s expression​ if he kidnapped‍ his brother.

“We’ll⁠⁠ see each other‍‌​ soon, Yuri Briol.”⁠​‌

As​⁠​ soon as he​‌ moved, the assassins‍‍ followed like shadows.‌‌⁠

The‍‍​ royal palace of‌ Briol was shrouded‍​ in mist.

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