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Rise of the Fallen Kingdom’s Third Prince Chapter 270: Resonance (2)

Chapter 270: Resonance (2)

An⁠ uproar broke out‍‌ in the royal‌⁠‌ palace of Briol.⁠

The​ night before, an‍‌ assassin whose target‌‍ was Joshua had‍ managed to infiltrate.​

Fortunately,​ they had all⁠‌⁠ been repelled, but‍ the fact that‍ the Empire had‍‍ sent assassins made‌‍ the atmosphere inside‍⁠​ the palace especially‍ tense.

Even​⁠ Rosso of the⁠ royal guard, who⁠‌ always wore a smile, was frowning.​

“Sir​ Rosso, why such​‌​ a serious expression​‍​ today?”

“Didn’t‌ you hear the⁠⁠ news from last​⁠ night?”

“Ah,⁠‍ so you’re angry‍‌ about that. I get it. If⁠‍ I weren’t part‍‍‌ of the royal⁠‍​ guard, I would‍⁠ have already gone‍ to the front…”‍​⁠

“That’s​ not it.”

“Then?”‌‌

“I’m​‍ asking if you⁠​‌ didn’t hear that‌ I was the​⁠‍ one who finished‌⁠⁠ off the assassin​‌ last night.”

“Are‍​‍ you putting on​‌ a ladies’ man⁠ face?”

“It’s⁠⁠​ not just a ladies’ man face,‌​‍ it’s a solemn⁠ and elegant expression.”​​​

“Ah,​ I see.”

While⁠‍‍ conversations like this​‍ repeated throughout the‍‍​ palace, Yekaterina, now​⁠‍ a guest of‌⁠ Briol, was having‍⁠ tea in the⁠‍‌ gardens with Elaine.⁠‍

Elaine‍‌​ said,

“They‌‌ say an assassin‌ came last night.”‌

“Oh,​​ really? And what​​‌ happened?”

“They​ stopped him.”

“I​ see.”

Yekaterina‌ nodded and brought‌ the cup to⁠ her lips. The⁠‌‍ crimson tint stained​‌​ them.

Elaine,​⁠‍ watching her, said,⁠

“I‌‌ think I need​ to move.”

“Huh?”‍⁠

“There​‍ are time limitations‍ for keeping communication⁠ with the front.‌‌​ The situation is⁠ urgent, and I can’t just sit‍​ here doing nothing.”‌‍

“What‌‌⁠ do you plan​ to do?”

“I’ll​⁠ go East.”

Elaine‌⁠​ looked at her‍⁠ intently.

“It​‍ was what I had planned from⁠‍‍ the beginning. I’ll‍​‌ leave for the⁠ East immediately and⁠‍‌ bring back reinforcements.”‌​

“All⁠ right.”

“Until‍⁠‌ then, please take‌ care of yourself,‍⁠​ Your Highness.”

“Aren’t‌ you staring at⁠ me too much?”​‍

“I‍ won’t be able​‌‌ to see you‌⁠‌ for a while.”‌

Whatever⁠ her personality, it‍​​ was undeniable that‌‍⁠ Yekaterina’s face was‌‍ close to a work of art.⁠⁠‌ Elaine didn’t look​​ away, wanting to‌ imprint that beauty⁠​ in her memory⁠‍ before they parted.‌​‌

“I​‌⁠ don’t know what‍ will happen in​‌ the future, but​​ if I get‌ to see you‌‌ again after my‍ absence, I hope⁠ everything goes well⁠​ for you.”

“Oh,⁠‍⁠ thank you.”

“I‍⁠ mean it.”

Elaine⁠ had dealt with‌ Yuri Briol as‌‌‍ her investor and‍ partner. An exceptional‌ man.

If‍ there was anyone​‍‌ capable of managing​⁠‍ Yekaterina, it was‌‌ undoubtedly Yuri Briol.​​‍

“I⁠ support you, Your‌ Highness.”

“It‍​ seems your intention‍ isn’t entirely pure,‍​ but I’ll accept‍⁠⁠ it for now.”‌‌

“What​‌‍ do you mean,⁠‌‌ not pure?”

“Isn’t⁠‌⁠ it?”

“How‌ perceptive… hahaha.”

Elaine‌‍ laughed quietly.

Of‌ course, she sincerely​⁠ supported both of‌ them, but she⁠ couldn’t help thinking‌ that if Yuri‌⁠​ and Yekaterina were⁠‌ to unite, the‌ shares of the​‍⁠ Elaine Trading Company‍​‍ would skyrocket.

If⁠⁠⁠ Briol won the⁠ war, the only⁠‍⁠ imperial noble able‌ to continue the‍ bloodline would be​‌ Yekaterina.

The‌​​ war hero who‌‌‍ would dominate the​ world, Yuri Briol,​ and the beauty⁠​ of the century,⁠ Yekaterina, descendant of‌ the noblest lineage‍​⁠ on the continent.‍

Those​‌⁠ two uniting would​⁠⁠ be an event‌‍ of historic magnitude.‍⁠‍

And‍​ if, when the​​ time came, it⁠ was discreetly revealed‍​‍ that Yuri was​ co-president of the​ Elaine Company, she‍ could retire without‌‌ regrets.

Elaine‌⁠ clung to that​‌ sweet dream, masking⁠ the arduous journey​ that awaited her​‍ to the East.​‌

“Hahaha…‌‍ I’ll set off‍​ for the East⁠‌ for that moment.”‌⁠

“It‌‌ sounds like you​ don’t want to‍ go.”

“It‌‌ won’t be easy…‌‌ ugh.”

Securing⁠ agreements in the⁠‌ East wasn’t an‍ easy task.

And​‌‌ this time she‍⁠ wasn’t going for‍⁠ goods, but to⁠​⁠ secure people. Lives,‌⁠ to be exact.‌

It​⁠‍ was possible that‍‌‍ the Eastern martial⁠ artists, feeling insulted,‌ might draw their⁠⁠ swords.

“Then,⁠​ before you leave,​ go meet the‌​ Easterner who’s in‌​⁠ the palace.”

“An⁠ Easterner?”

“You⁠​ haven’t seen him?”⁠

“No.‌‌‌ There’s an Easterner⁠​ here? Apart from​‍‍ Moyongchan?”

“Yes.​​‌ I ran into​ him walking yesterday.‌ He said something‌‍ flattering to me,‍ so we talked‌‌ for a bit.”⁠‌⁠

“What‌​ did he say…?”​

Yekaterina⁠​⁠ lowered her voice​ and, imitating a masculine tone, quoted,⁠​

“You‍‌ are so beautiful⁠⁠ that you would⁠​ make a fish‌⁠ forget how to‍‍ swim and a goose how to‍ beat its wings,​​ making them fall.”⁠⁠

“Hmm…”‍‌‍

“The‍ moon and flowers‍⁠​ would blush and​ hide their faces.”‍‌‍

“I‍‌​ see.”

“I‍⁠‍ thought the Three‌ Phoenixes of Eastern‌‌‌ Murim were the‍⁠ most beautiful, but​‌ I see there’s‌‌ a sky above​​⁠ another sky.”

“I‍​ understand. And despite‍⁠‌ being Eastern, he⁠​​ seems to have‍‍‌ a good command‌‌‌ of the continental‌⁠⁠ language.”

“Yes.”​⁠​

“From⁠​ what you say,‍‍‌ I’m not entirely‍​ convinced, but I’ll​‌‍ meet him.”

Yekaterina‍‌ stood up.

“Shall​⁠​ we go, then?”‌​​

The‍⁠⁠ princess led Elaine⁠ somewhere, followed by⁠ palace servants.

Soon‍​⁠ they arrived at​​ the training yard,‍ where an Eastern​‍ man was sitting‍ cross-legged, reading a book.

“Cheongun?”‍​‌

Yekaterina⁠ called.

The‌‍‌ man immediately stood‍​​ and offered a martial salute.

“I‍⁠ greet Your Highness.”‍​​

It‍ was Cheongun, the‌​​ leader of the‍ ronin group hired‌ by Yuri.

“Every‌ time I see‍‍⁠ you, you are​ even more beautiful.”‍⁠

“Thank‍ you.”

“In⁠‌‌ the East we⁠‌⁠ have a saying,​⁠ gyeonggukjisaek.”

“What​‍ does it mean?”​⁠⁠

“Allow‌ me to explain…”‍

As⁠ the conversation dragged⁠​ on, Elaine intervened.⁠​‍

“That’s​⁠​ enough. Let’s talk‌‍ about going East.”⁠‌

“And‍ you are…”

“My‍ name is Elaine.”‍​⁠

Cheongun​⁠ nodded and bowed​​⁠ again.

“Pleased‍ to meet you,⁠​ Lady Elaine. I’ve⁠‍ heard of you.”‍‌

“Of​⁠ me?”

“Yes.”‌

Elaine‌‌​ sensed this man​​‍ was no ordinary‍ person.

He​‍​ spoke the continental‌⁠ language flawlessly, and‍⁠ when he pronounced⁠⁠⁠ “gyeonggukjisaek” he did​‌⁠ so with the‍‍ genuine Eastern accent,​‍ without any awkwardness​​ in switching between‌ the two languages.​‍‌ It was as​ if he had‍ lived for years​⁠ on the continent.‍‌

“Who​ told you about⁠​‍ me?”

“Her​ Highness.”

“And‍ what did she‌​​ say?”

“That‍⁠‍ you would be‌ the one to​‌ take me East​‍ shortly.”

Elaine’s​ eyes widened in‌⁠ surprise.

“Really?”⁠

“Yes.”⁠⁠

Elaine‌ realized that Yuri⁠ had prepared in⁠‌ advance a new‍​ ally for her‍⁠ before she set‍​‍ off for the​ East.

“What‌⁠‍ was it she⁠ said?”

“Hmm…”​‍⁠

Cheongun‌​ blinked.

“That‍⁠ I’ll tell you⁠ in private. My⁠ apologies, Your Highness.”​‍​

“It’s‍ fine. Speak in‌ private.”

“Thank‍ you.”

Yekaterina‍​ withdrew to let⁠⁠⁠ them talk.

Cheongun‍​​ said,

“Then,‍ shall we walk⁠⁠ while we talk?‍ The royal palace‌⁠​ of Briol is‌​ a fine place‍ for a stroll.”​⁠

“Agreed.”​

The‍ two strolled through⁠‌ the palace grounds.‍‍​ From time to​‍‌ time, members of‍‍‌ the guard or‍⁠ servants greeted them.‍‌

“I⁠‌ suppose you’ll be⁠‌ of help in⁠ the East, since‌‍‍ you’re fluent in‌​‍ the Eastern language.​‌​ But I doubt‍‌​ Her Highness sent‌ you with me‌​ just for that.”‌

“Huh?”‍‍‌

Cheongun⁠‍ looked surprised.

“Is‍‍⁠ that all?”

“Excuse⁠​‌ me?”

“I‍​‌ was a prodigy‍​⁠ since I was‌​‍ young and have​⁠ a great talent‌⁠‌ for learning new​​‌ languages. It hasn’t⁠‌ been long since​‌‍ I learned the‍‍ continental tongue. Relying⁠​‌ on this brilliant‍‍‌ mind of mine,⁠​⁠ Her Highness…”

“Don’t‌​ joke.”

“Yes.”‍

Cheongun​ smiled.

“Her‍‌‌ Highness has given‌‍​ me certain information.⁠‍ With it, convincing​​ the experts of‌​​ Eastern Murim to​ travel to this​‌ distant West is⁠ not entirely impossible.”‍

“And‌⁠ what is it?”‌

Elaine’s​‌ face brightened.

She‌ had planned to⁠​‍ bring Eastern warriors,‌​‍ but the probability⁠ of success was‌ minimal.

Who‍‌​ would suddenly agree​ to fight in‌​ far-off lands? In‍‌ fact, such a proposal could put​‌ her life at‍ risk.

However,⁠‌ it seemed this‍‌ Cheongun had the‍ solution.

“The​‌⁠ Empire is a declared enemy of‌⁠⁠ Eastern Murim.”

“A‌⁠ declared enemy?”

“In‌​ the East there’s​ a group that‍‍⁠ everyone fears and‍‌ hates. They always​​‌ leave a trail⁠​‍ of blood and,‌ with demonic arts,⁠ drive people insane.‍​‌ They are known​ as the Demonic‌‌ Sect.”

“The‍‌ Demonic Sect…”

Elaine‌‍ had vaguely heard​ it mentioned in⁠ the East.

“The⁠‍​ sovereign of that‍​⁠ sect is the‍ Heavenly Demon.”

“You’re⁠‌⁠ saying he’s in‌‍​ the Empire?”

“That’s​​⁠ right. And along​‌​ with him, there​​⁠ is also a demonic manual that⁠‌ provokes the wrath‌‍ of all Murim.‍​ Here they call⁠⁠ it the demon’s‌ grimoire.”

“Ah…”‍‍​

Elaine’s‌​ mouth fell open‌‌​ in surprise. She⁠ had never imagined‍ that damned manual‌⁠ could influence even​​⁠ the East.

Cheongun‍⁠‍ continued.

“If⁠ it became known⁠⁠‍ that those two‌‍‍ things are in​​ the West, and‌ that they intend​ to use that​‌ power to dominate⁠‍ it, the Eastern​​ warriors would not⁠ stand idly by.”​

“Would​⁠⁠ they really come?”‍‍

“Yes.‍ Even if the‌​ Murim Alliance claims​​‍ it lives and‍ dies by diplomacy,⁠‍⁠ they are quick‌‍ to sense any⁠ threat against them.​‍‌ If the Empire‌ wins, they will​ know that the‌‍​ East will not⁠⁠ be safe.”

“I‍ understand. But…”

Elaine‍⁠ frowned.

“Do​ you think they’ll​⁠ believe us in⁠‌‍ the East?”

As⁠ a merchant, she‌‍⁠ had dealt with⁠ all kinds of​ people and had⁠​ survived political intrigues⁠‍ within her guild.‍ She knew that‍​​ people’s natural instinct‌‍‍ is to deny⁠ what they don’t‍‍ want to accept.⁠‌⁠

It‌ could even provoke‍ hostility.

At‍ her concern, Cheongun‌‌ smiled.

“In​‌ that case, I will be of​ help.”

“You?”‌⁠⁠

“Yes.⁠ Although I am‍​⁠ now a wandering‍ ronin, the name‌‌ of my sect‍‍‌ is still engraved‍ in Murim’s memory.‌ My credibility will‍‍‌ be backed by​​‌ my school.”

“Your‍‌​ school?”

“Yes.‍ I am Cheongun,​ the last disciple​‍​ of Cheongseong. The‍ sect no longer​‍ exists, but I still carry my​‌ master’s emblem. If​‍‌ I show it,⁠⁠ even the Murim‍ Alliance will believe‌‌‍ me. The legacy​​​ of Cheongseong is‍ no small matter.”‌​

Elaine​​ didn’t fully understand,⁠‍ but she realized‍⁠‌ that he was⁠‍‌ the heir of‍ a great sect​ and that he‍ had proof to​ back it up,​​ so the Murim⁠ Alliance would hear‌ him out.

She‍⁠ felt as if‌ the horizon had⁠‍ suddenly cleared.

Although‍ she had traveled‌ to the East,‌⁠ she had never⁠ managed to meet‌‌‍ with the true​⁠​ authorities of the​⁠ Murim Alliance and‌‌ the Nine Great​‌ Clans. They were​‌ arrogant, and that‌ worried her, but‌​⁠ now, thanks to⁠​ Cheongun, the mission⁠ seemed possible.

“But…”‍‍⁠

At‌‌⁠ that moment, Cheongun‌​ added,

“Murim’s‌‌‍ warriors, in the​⁠‌ end, speak through‌​ the sword. If⁠ we are weak,‌⁠ they won’t take‍ us seriously.”

“Huh?”‍‍⁠

“My‍​⁠ own level is‌⁠​ low, so in‌ that aspect, I won’t be much‍ help.”

Elaine‍‍⁠ also had escorts,‍​‍ but she wasn’t‌‌‍ sure they were⁠ strong enough to⁠‌‍ impress the Eastern​ elites.

“However,⁠‌‍ don’t worry.”

Cheongun​‌ smiled again.

“In​ the palace, I’ve⁠⁠ made friends with​⁠ someone very interested​ in the East.‍ With that person‍ at our side,​⁠‍ no one there​ will dare look‌⁠⁠ down on us.”⁠

“Who​​ is it?”

“In‍‌‌ the East, there​ were people with​​‌ a similar nickname,​ but I’ve never​​⁠ seen anyone wear‌⁠⁠ it so well.”‌‌‌

Cheongun‍⁠ gave a faint‌‍ smile.

“It’s‍​ the Sword Demon,⁠ Bernard.”

“Ah…!”‌‌

Elaine​‌​ was delighted. She‍​ had heard countless‌ stories about Bernard,‌‌‍ Yuri’s sword master.⁠⁠​ In his childhood,​ Yuri would always‍ return injured, and‌​ most of the‍​​ time it was‌ from his training‍​ with Bernard.

A man like that‌⁠​ was more than‌ enough.

“He’s‌ interested in seeing⁠‍ Murim’s swordsmanship and‌⁠⁠ wants to come⁠⁠⁠ with us. Since⁠​ it’s something that​ will benefit His‍⁠ Highness, he’ll surely⁠ join.”

Elaine⁠ took Cheongun’s hand.​

“What‍ a relief. Thanks⁠‌​ to you, everything‍ seems to be‌ falling into place.”‍‌

“It’s⁠ not thanks to‌ me.”

Cheongun‌‍⁠ looked up at‍‍‌ the sky.

When‌ he had left‌ the East to‍⁠ travel West, everything‍​ had seemed uncertain.​ He worried about‍ what might happen⁠ or whether he‍‌‍ would face something⁠‍ worse.

But‍‌ after meeting one⁠‌‍ person, everything changed.‌⁠⁠

Perhaps⁠⁠⁠ the heavens had‍‍‌ guided him to⁠‍‍ these lands to‍⁠ meet him.

“All‌​ of this is‌​​ the work of⁠‌‍ Prince Yuri. So,⁠‍ it’s thanks to‍ him. And the​ coming war will⁠ also unfold according⁠​ to what he​‌ has planned.”

***‌

At‌‍⁠ that moment, Yuri‌‌ was also looking‌‌⁠ toward the sky,​​ just like Cheongun.‌

“Ha…”⁠​⁠

He‍ rested an arm‌​ on Jared’s shoulder.⁠​

“Jared.”​

“Yes.”⁠

“So,‌‍ what do we​ do now?”

“What‍ do you mean?”⁠‍‍

“Do⁠ we all gather⁠​‌ and advance straight⁠ toward the imperial​ palace?”

“Do​ what you planned.”‍​‌

“Plan?‍ I have no‌‌ such thing.”

“Huh?”‌

“Isn’t​‌​ it enough to‍​​ fight as things​⁠‍ come up?”

“Ha…”​​​

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