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Rise of the Fallen Kingdom’s Third Prince Chapter 269: Resonance (1)

Chapter 269: Resonance (1)

After​⁠ annihilating the imperial​⁠ army on the‍⁠ eastern front, Yuri​ gathered the prisoners⁠‍ and tied them⁠‌ up.

Hernando,​​‍ Maryrose, and the‌‌‌ Mage Corps, summoned​‍ from the rear,‍ attempted to extract‌ the trace of⁠‍‌ black magic energy‍⁠‍ dwelling in the⁠ prisoners’ marrow, but​ it was not‌ easy.

At‍⁠ that moment, an​ idea occurred to⁠‌ Yuri.

“What⁠‌‍ if we use‍​‌ this?”

“What⁠‍ is that?”

“It’s​⁠⁠ a tool for​​ expelling evil energies.‍‌ It’s called Bokmajubal.”‍

“Huh?”⁠⁠‍

It‌ was an artifact‍‍⁠ of unknown origin‌ that Yuri had‌‌⁠ obtained from some​ Eastern merchants.

It⁠​⁠ consisted of a metal bowl and⁠ a wooden mallet.​‌‌ When the mallet‍ was rubbed against⁠ the rim, it‌ produced a strange⁠ sound that had​‍​ the effect of​​ calming the spirit.‌‌‍ In addition, it‍⁠ was said to‌⁠ drive away impurity.⁠​⁠

Hernando‍ mocked Yuri.

“So⁠ His Majesty also⁠ believes in those‍ things. We call⁠‍ that pseudo-magic.”

“Pseudo-magic?”​⁠

“It‌‍‍ has no real⁠ basis, but they​‌​ tricked Your Majesty‍ into believing it⁠⁠ had magical properties.​‌ Those merchants swindled‌ you good, hahahaha…”‌‍

Yuri‍‌ replied.

“What​​ are you talking‍ about? I’ve seen⁠ it work.”

“Sure,⁠⁠ sure… That’s called‍ the placebo effect.‌‍ It’s not real‌​ magic, but due‌‍ to psychological factors⁠‍ one believes it​‍ really works. How‍​ naïve our lord​​‍ is.”

At⁠​⁠ Hernando’s continued mockery,⁠​ Yuri’s gaze turned‌ cold.

Jared​⁠ nudged Hernando.

“Sir​​‌ Hernando, it seems‍ you’ve lost your​‌⁠ survival instinct.”

“Ah,⁠‍⁠ yes. After this​⁠​ great victory I got carried away.‌‍‍ But come on,‌⁠⁠ are you going‍​ to tell me‍‌⁠ rubbing that bowl‍​⁠ will dispel black​ magic energy? Hahahaha…”‌‌‍

Yuri‌⁠​ restrained himself. If​ he reacted violently‍​ to such a cheap taunt, it​‌ would be like​⁠‍ admitting Hernando was​ right.

“Come.‌‌ I’ll show you⁠⁠ in person.”

Yuri‍‌ stood before the‍ group of prisoners​‌‍ that had been‍ giving Hernando a headache.

They‍ sat with expressionless‍ faces, showing none⁠‌⁠ of the desperation‍‌​ normally seen in‌‍ captives.

Hernando​‍‍ commented.

“With⁠ those faces they‌​‍ look like they’re​​ wearing masks. We’ve‌⁠​ managed to purify⁠​ some, but with‌‍​ little efficiency. Also,‍ many lose almost‍‌ all their memories.​‌​ Black magic is‌ incredibly persistent.”

“Darkness⁠⁠ will never be‌ able to overcome⁠ light. Remember that,⁠⁠ Hernando.”

“Huh?”‌⁠‌

Yuri’s‌ hand moved.

Unlike‌​‍ before, after studying​‌ the technique to⁠⁠​ play the Bokmajubal,‌ now he did⁠ it without clumsiness.‌ With his eyes‍​ closed, he moved‍​‍ his hands as‌‌‍ if caressing the⁠​​ bowl, with an⁠⁠ almost sensual touch.⁠

The‌‍⁠ mallet slid along‌ the rim as⁠⁠‌ if licking it.​‌

Uuuuuuuung…‍‌

A faint yet clearly​⁠ defined vibration spread‌ out.

Hernando’s‍‌‌ eyes widened. He‌​ knew it as​​ soon as he​ heard it.
It was different.‍

“Huh…?”⁠

The‍ others present also‌​ changed their expressions‍⁠ and looked at⁠ Yuri.

They​ were all masters,‍ whether in swordsmanship⁠ or magic, experts​⁠ in handling mana.​‍‍

They‌​ realized that Yuri​​⁠ was applying a level of technique‌ as precise as⁠ in swordplay, and⁠ that this finesse​ was amplifying the​‌​ Bokmajubal’s resonance.

One⁠‌ wave overlapped another,‌⁠​ and on top‍⁠ of that, yet‌‌⁠ another.

Uuuuuuuuuung…⁠​

The‍‌‌ air rippled, and‌‌ everyone’s heads seemed⁠ to sway.

At‌‍⁠ first, those listening​⁠‌ felt uneasy as​‍ they noticed the‌​⁠ vibration penetrating without​ resistance into their‌ deepest selves.

But‍​ little by little,‍ the resonance caressed‍ their entire being,‍⁠‍ undoing emotional knots‍ they hadn’t even‍⁠ known they had.‌‌

The​⁠ negative energy began‍‍​ to dissipate.

Hernando,‌ absorbed in the‌ performance, looked at​‍ the prisoners. Something​ was crossing their​​ faces.

An‍ emotion.

Surprised⁠​ by the unexpected⁠​​ effectiveness of the‌​ Bokmajubal, Hernando was‍ speechless, and at‌ that moment Yuri⁠‌⁠ recited:

“The⁠‌‍ Heart Sutra of​​​ the Perfection of‌ Wisdom — when⁠‍ the Bodhisattva Avalokiteśvara‌‍ was practicing deeply​ the perfection of‌​ wisdom, he contemplated⁠‍‍ that the five‍‌​ aggregates are empty,​‍‌ and thus overcame⁠‍ all suffering. Oh,​ Shariputra! Form is‍‌​ no different from‍‌‌ emptiness, emptiness is⁠‌​ no different from‌​ form; form is,‌ in itself, emptiness,‌⁠⁠ and emptiness, in​‍⁠ itself, is form…”‍‍

It​ was an Eastern​‌‍ chant he had‍⁠ heard from a ronin.

The‌‌ man had told⁠‌‍ him that if‍ he recited it‌‍​ while playing the‌‍​ Bokmajubal, the effect​ would be multiplied,‍ and had given‍ him the phonetic⁠​​ transcription.

Yuri⁠​‌ read it while‍ playing even more‌‍ majestically. The sound‌⁠​ filled the entire⁠ area.

The‍‍ resonance grew more‍ and more, rising‌⁠‌ as if preparing⁠‍‍ to leap toward‌‌⁠ a peak.

And‍⁠⁠ then, Yuri struck‍ the bowl’s resonance‍⁠‍ point.

Deeeeeeng.​⁠‌

It⁠​ was neither too‌​ strong nor too‌ weak—the exact force⁠​⁠ to make the‌​‌ center vibrate.

The‌⁠ Bokmajubal trembled as​ if there were⁠​ an earthquake, producing⁠ a pure sound​ that seemed to‌‌‍ break and scatter‌​‌ tribulations.

Even‍⁠ Hernando had to‍‍ admit it.

It‍‍⁠ was real.

“It’s…‍‌ it’s real.”

Yuri,‍⁠‍ with a gentle⁠​⁠ smile and a compassionate face, nodded.‍‍

“That’s⁠‌ right.”

“Ah…”‌

Of‌⁠⁠ course, the Bokmajubal‌‌ did not completely​​‌ remove black magic.‌ But its vibration‌⁠ noticeably neutralized it.‌​

While​​‍ savoring the echo,‌ Yuri commented.

“The​‍‌ sages of the⁠ East created a truly magnificent tool.”⁠

“No‍ way…”

“We​ must use the‌‌​ Bokmajubal against the‌⁠​ Empire.”

Yuri‍‍ placed a hand‍‍⁠ on Hernando’s shoulder⁠​ and made him​‌ look at the​ prisoners.

“Look‍‌ at them.”

It​‌ wasn’t that the​‍ situation had completely​‌ changed, but the‍​‍ effect was there.‌​

The‌​‌ proof was right​ before their eyes.⁠​

One⁠‌​ of the prisoners,⁠ still with a vacant expression, was​‌‌ crying.

“They‍ can also be‍​⁠ considered victims of⁠⁠​ black magic.”

“Yes.”​‌

“Hernando,‌​ make good use‌‌ of it.”

“Understood.”‌‍​

Yuri​ handed him the‌ Bokmajubal and turned⁠ around.

“Where⁠ are you going,⁠ Your Majesty?”

“I’m⁠ going to interrogate.”‍

“Ah,​ yes.”

Yuri​ had an unresolved‍‍⁠ matter.

He‍‍‍ headed to a tent covered with​ several layers of‌‌ cloth, guarded by‍​ several knights of​ the Order of​⁠​ Vengeance.

After‌​ receiving the guards’⁠⁠ salute, he went​ inside.

Asana⁠⁠​ was tied up.⁠​⁠

Yuri‌‍⁠ took a chair,⁠ turned it around,‌​ and sat astride‌ it, resting his‌ chin on the‌ backrest as he⁠‍​ looked at her.​​

“Hmm…”‌

She‍‍ was asleep, her​⁠ head completely drooped‍‍ forward, but soon​​⁠ she sensed Yuri’s‌⁠ presence and slowly‌⁠‍ lifted her head.⁠‌

Asana‍​​ looked at him​ in silence for‍‍⁠ a moment before​ speaking.

“Aren’t‍‍ you going to​ say anything?”

“I’m​ at a loss‌‌ for words.”

At‌​ that, she gave⁠​ a faint smile.‌⁠​

“Well,‍‍ actually it’s not‍ necessary for Your‍⁠‍ Majesty to speak.⁠‍ I’m the one​ who should speak.”​​

“And‌ what are you‍ going to say?”⁠

“An​ apology.”

“I​‌⁠ don’t know…”

Yuri⁠⁠⁠ shrugged.

“I⁠‍ don’t think there’s‍ any need.”

“Won’t‌​‍ you accept it?”‍

“Try.”​‍

Asana‌​ was still under⁠‍‌ the influence of‍‌ black magic. But​ in her case,⁠ it wasn’t like⁠ with the other​‌‍ imperial soldiers, whose​ reason was controlled‌ or whose emotions⁠ were erased.

In‍ her case, they‌​ had only stimulated‌⁠ the negative emotions‌ she already harbored‌​‌ in her heart.‌​​

“Sorry⁠​ for betraying you.”⁠‍‍

Asana⁠ spoke.

Normally,‌‌ she barely showed‌‍​ any expression, but‍ that day she‌ kept a faint‍​‌ smile on her​ face.

“But‌ I had no⁠⁠‍ other choice. I met him.”

“Who?”‍‌

“Lord⁠ Cedric.”

“Ah,⁠‌⁠ of course.”

“He​ showed me the‌‍ power of black⁠ magic. Your Majesty,​⁠ we cannot win.​ Even if you⁠‍‍ fight with all​ your strength, in⁠ the end, the⁠​‍ Empire will prevail.”‍‍

Yuri​ could imagine how‍ the Empire had‌​ recruited her.

Cedric⁠⁠ must have used​‍ black magic to⁠ crush her will‍‌ and plant despair‍⁠ in her, striking​ at the weak⁠‍ points in her‌‌⁠ heart.

It⁠‌ was just as‌​ he had anticipated.‌

Yuri​ nodded.

“I‌ see.”

“To⁠ stop Lord Cedric,⁠⁠ it would take‍⁠⁠ a being like‌ a god. But‍‍‌ such a thing‍ doesn’t exist. That’s⁠‌ why I betrayed⁠⁠ you. I’m sorry.”​​​

“No.”‌​

When‍ Asana finished speaking,​ it was Yuri‌ who uttered words​⁠ of apology.

“I’m⁠‍ the one who’s‌‌⁠ sorry, Asana.”

She‍‍ looked at him,‌⁠​ not understanding.

“Forgive⁠ me, Asana.”

“Why?”​

“Because​ I used you.”​⁠

“If‌‍ you mean investigating‍​ the imperial palace,​ I did that⁠‌‌ of my own‍‌ will. You don’t‍‍‍ have to apologize.”‌

“That’s​‍ not what I mean.”

Yuri‌ pulled the chair​ a little closer‍ to Asana and,‌‍⁠ lowering his voice,‍‍‍ whispered.

“Asana,​⁠​ do you know​‍⁠ how I found​ out you had‌ betrayed me?”

“From‌ the letter you​​​ received…”

“I‌⁠‌ already told you‌ it didn’t say⁠⁠‌ anything important.”

Yuri⁠​‌ was telling the‌⁠ truth.

The​ letter he received​ right when Asana‌ returned contained nothing‍⁠ significant, just a routine report on‍⁠ the situation in‌ Briol.

His‌ conclusion that she‌‌ had betrayed him‌‍‌ was his own‍ judgment.

“Then​⁠‌ how did you​ know?”

“Just‍‍ by looking at⁠‍​ you. Especially your​‍⁠ eyes.”

Asana⁠‍​ tilted her head,​⁠ not understanding.

“You​ always had a look of nostalgia⁠​ or regret. But‍ the last time​⁠‌ we met, it‍‍ wasn’t like that.‌ Even though you​‍ tried to hide⁠‌​ it, you seemed‍‍ happy. To me,‌⁠ it was clear​​⁠ you were excited.”‌⁠​

“And​⁠⁠ what does that‌​ have to do‍‌​ with anything?”

“That‌ I caused it​‌ on purpose.”

“What?”‍

Yuri​ gave a bitter‌​ smile. And then⁠⁠ he confessed what​ he had kept⁠ hidden.

“I‌‌‍ made you fall‌‍ in love with‌​ me.”

Asana’s‍​ eyes widened.

“What⁠ do you mean?”‌‍‌

“Asana,⁠‌ you were a very talented assassin.‌ To be able‍‌​ to use your‌​‌ skills, and to⁠⁠‌ easily notice if​ you betrayed me,⁠‍‍ I deliberately won⁠‌⁠ your favor. It‍‌ wasn’t difficult. I knew that, raised⁠‌‍ in an order⁠‍‌ of assassins, you‌‌ were actually starved‍​ for affection. So‍ I was careful‍⁠⁠ with how I treated you.”

“…”‍‌⁠

“Did⁠‌⁠ you know from‌‍ the start?”

“Of‍‍ course. For quite​ some time.”

“…”​‍‌

“But​‍ since we were​ never going to‌‍ be together, you⁠‍‍ always had that​‌ melancholic look. And​⁠⁠ yet, the last⁠‌‌ time we met‍ you seemed happy.⁠ I suppose Cedric​​‍ made you a promise.”

Yuri‍​ touched his chin.⁠⁠‍

“If⁠ you betrayed me​‍⁠ and I was​‍ captured, he would‌ give me to⁠‍ you, right?”

“…”‍⁠‍

“I​​‍ always thought this‌​⁠ moment might come.⁠​⁠ So, Asana, you‍ have nothing to‌ apologize for. I’m‍⁠​ the one who‌⁠ used you from​⁠ the start.”

Having‌​⁠ said that, Yuri‍ stood up.

Although‍ there was some‌ exaggeration in his‍‍ words, most of​ it was true.‍⁠‌

After‍‍ earning her trust,​ Yuri had bound⁠‍ Asana to him⁠ with full awareness‌‍ of her feelings,‌⁠​ without feeling the⁠‌ slightest guilt.

After‌​ all, he had​​ returned to the⁠‌ past to win​ the war against‍ the Empire, and⁠‍⁠ if using someone‍ else’s emotions could⁠‌​ help him, he​​⁠ would accept it‍‍⁠ without hesitation.

His⁠⁠​ eyes glimmered.

Asana⁠‍ looked at him,​​ unable to say​‌⁠ anything, her lips​⁠‍ slightly parted.

“Asana,‍‍‌ so the apology​ is mine to⁠⁠ make.”

“I…​​​ I…”

“Your‍⁠ role ends here.”⁠⁠‍

Yuri‌⁠⁠ straightened up.

“When⁠ the war is⁠‍ over, then I’ll​ accept a slap‌ or a stab.​ But not yet.​​‍ So until then,​ rest. Once you’re‍​⁠ free from the‍‌ black magic, you’ll​⁠ be fine.”

Asana⁠ called out to​‍​ him, but he‍​ ignored her and‌ left the tent.‌‍

The‍ dry wind rushed‌‍​ in.

Yuri‍ scratched his head.‌⁠‍

“Hmm…”‌‌​

All⁠ around stretched the​ landscape devastated by​​‌ war.

He​⁠ had reclaimed the‌⁠ eastern front and​ annihilated much of⁠ the imperial army.‍​⁠ His counterintelligence operation​‍⁠ using Asana had‌‌ been a success;​​⁠ it was time‍‍‌ to advance into⁠​‌ the Empire in‍‍​ earnest.

He⁠ had no time⁠​‌ to worry about‍​‌ trivial matters.

“Phew…”​​

Yuri‌‍​ let out a long sigh.

Then,​​ suddenly, someone spoke‌ behind him.

“That‌ when the war‍‌​ is over you’ll⁠ accept a slap⁠‌ or a stab?”‌‍‌

Turning,‍‌ he saw Laurent.‌⁠⁠

He‌‌‌ had been healed​​ by Inariel and‍​‌ had regained his​​​ handsome face from​​ before, though his‍ expression remained cold⁠ and cynical.

“Were⁠ you listening?”

“By‌‍​ chance. I was​ passing by and‌ overheard.”

“Oh,‌‌ really?”

“…”‍‍

Laurent⁠‌ stared at him‌ intently before twisting​‌ a smile.

“Save‌‌ one for me‍‍‌ too. And just‌ so you know,‌ I wouldn’t stop​⁠​ at a slap.”​​

“Huh?”​

“Keep‍‌ that in mind.”‌‌

And,​‍​ turning away, Laurent⁠ walked off.

Yuri‍​ watched him go‌‍ and couldn’t help⁠ but smile.

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