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Rise of the Fallen Kingdom’s Third Prince Chapter 271: Sacrifice (1)

Chapter 271: Sacrifice (1)

Since⁠‌ the attempted poisoning‍​‌ of Ivar, a constant shadow of‌‍ gloom had hung⁠‌ over the imperial​ capital.

Drug​ addicts wandered the⁠⁠‌ streets, intoxicated, while‍‍​ passersby darted wary⁠ glances around them,‌‍​ watching their surroundings.‌​ The security guard‌⁠ dragged people away⁠⁠⁠ every day to‍​ some unknown place.​⁠‌ The temple, which‌ should have welcomed‌ the needy, kept⁠‍​ its doors firmly‍‍ shut.

Laughter‌ had disappeared.

Through⁠⁠ those desolate streets⁠⁠ of the imperial⁠‍‌ capital walked Elizabeth,⁠​ alone.

“It’s⁠‍‍ really hard to‍‌ believe.”

She‍ murmured.

“That⁠‌ the capital has‍‍‌ ended up like​ this…”

She‍​‌ took off the​​ mask, becoming Elizabeth‌ again, and not⁠⁠ the Black Knight.‍⁠⁠

By​⁠‌ changing the color​ of her hair​‌ and eyes, no‍ one could recognize​ her. Almost no⁠‌‌ one, apart from‌​‌ Ivar, knew that‍⁠​ the Black Knight⁠ was actually a woman, so outside⁠‌​ the imperial palace​‍‍ there wasn’t a single person capable‌⁠ of identifying her​ without the mask.​

Thus,‍ she moved freely‌ throughout the Empire⁠‌⁠ to assess the​‍ situation.

Her⁠​⁠ conclusion was the‍⁠‍ following.

“The​‍ Empire has completely​⁠ fallen into that‍‌ man’s hands.”

The⁠ drug spreading throughout​‌ the Empire devoured‍‍‌ people’s minds, serving​‌‌ as a catalyst​‌⁠ for them to‌​ easily fall under‍‍ the influence of⁠‍​ black magic.

Elizabeth​ lifted her gaze.‌⁠⁠

In‌​ the center of⁠‌‌ the capital rose​ a dark tower‌‍‍ that reached up⁠ to touch the​ sky.

No​‌ one knew since⁠⁠ when it had‍‌ been there, but⁠​⁠ it was brainwashing⁠‍ the people.

The​‍ addicts were the‍ first to succumb,‌⁠​ and after them,‍⁠‌ the ordinary citizens.⁠ Now, all the‍ inhabitants of the​⁠‌ capital were in​‌‌ the same condition.‍⁠

They⁠​ blindly obeyed the​⁠⁠ emperor’s orders and‌⁠ tolerated no hostile⁠⁠ act toward the⁠⁠ Empire.

The​​ Empire’s black army‌⁠ had surely also​ been formed through⁠​​ that process.

The⁠‍ most terrifying part‍​ was that towers⁠⁠ like that had‌‌ been erected in‌‍‍ every city of‌‌‍ the Empire.

It‍⁠ was no exaggeration​ to say that​ black magic ruled⁠‌‌ the minds of‌ the imperials.

However,⁠​‌ though few, there‍​⁠ were still those‌​⁠ who resisted.

As​ she walked, Elizabeth‌ stopped before a rarely traveled alley.‍ From the shadows,⁠ a man stood‌ up.

“You’ve​ arrived.”

“Sorry​ for being late.”‍‌

“It’s‍ nothing.”

The‍⁠ two went in‌‍​ through a rusty​​‍ iron door in‌ a corner of‍ the alley.

After‌‍ going down some‍⁠ stairs into a basement, before them⁠​‌ appeared a space⁠⁠ much larger than‍⁠ one would imagine‌‌ from outside. There‌‌‌ was a long‌⁠ table and several​ people sitting and‍ working busily.

Elizabeth‌‌‍ commented.

“Everyone⁠​ seems busy.”

“There’s⁠ a lot of⁠ work everywhere.”

“You​ must be short‌‌‌ on staff.”

“Yes.​ That’s why we‍‍‌ recently made an​ agreement with someone​‍ named Gorio.”

“The‌⁠‌ one from Briol?”​‌

“Exactly.⁠‌ He may be⁠⁠‍ a thug, but‍‌‍ he’s very capable.”⁠⁠⁠

As⁠​ she looked around,‍‌ Elizabeth’s eyes stopped‍​ at a spot⁠ on the wall​​ — a large‍‍​ portrait of someone‍ she knew well.​‌​

Ragnar.‌

It⁠‍ was said that‍​‍ he had died‌⁠​ from falling off​‌⁠ a balcony while‍ drinking, but few‌‍⁠ believed that version.​‌

The​​ people gathered there⁠​ were former followers​ of Ragnar.

The⁠ man, noticing Elizabeth’s‍‍​ gaze, said.

“Prince⁠​ Ragnar was murdered⁠ while investigating the​‌​ secrets of black‌⁠ magic hidden in​ the palace.”

“He‌‍ was a good​⁠​ man.”

“That’s‍ right. That’s why⁠‍ we follow his​ will to this​ day.”

The⁠⁠⁠ man led her‍ to another room​ inside, where the‌ person she had⁠‍ come to meet‌ awaited her.

“It’s​‍ been a while.”​

“Yes.”⁠

It⁠⁠‍ was Vlad. Vlad‍⁠ had remained in‍‍ the capital even‌‌​ after war broke⁠ out between the‍⁠⁠ Empire and the‌⁠⁠ Holy Kingdom.

They‌​ had crossed paths‍‍ in the past⁠⁠ as the Black⁠ Knight and an⁠ ally, but this​‍‍ was the first‌ time he saw⁠ her without the‍​​ mask.

Vlad‌⁠ smiled at the‍⁠⁠ sight of her.⁠‌

“I⁠ never imagined that⁠ beneath the mask⁠⁠ there would be‍​ such a face.​​‌ You are beautiful.”‌⁠⁠

“Thank‍ you.”

“I⁠‌ never would have​​‍ thought His Majesty⁠ had a hidden‍‌ daughter, and that‌ she would be⁠⁠‌ the Black Knight.”​‍

“We‌​​ kept it well‍⁠⁠ hidden.”

Elizabeth​‍‍ shrugged.

“So,​ why did you⁠ call me?”

“What‌‌⁠ did you think‍ of the Empire⁠ after traveling through‌ it?”

“A​‌​ nest of black⁠ magic.”

“Exactly.⁠⁠ Right now, black‍⁠‍ magic is overflowing‌ in the Empire.‍​‍ Even keeping the‌‍⁠ sanity of those‌ of us here​‍ requires tremendous effort.”⁠​‌

The‌ organizations resisting the‌‌ Empire used all​ kinds of methods⁠⁠ to protect their‌ minds from black⁠⁠ magic.

This‍ particular place received⁠⁠ help from Vlad​ and the temple‌ to use holy‌ magic against black⁠‌ magic.

Vlad‌‌‍ continued.

“But​ a far greater‍‍ problem has arisen.”‌​⁠

“What‌​‍ is it?”

“We’ve⁠⁠‍ received information that​⁠‌ the Empire is​ preparing a human​ sacrifice. To be​⁠​ exact, they’ve already⁠‌ done it once,​‌ and now they’re‍‌‍ preparing the second.”​

His‍ face darkened.

“How‌‍ did it happen?”‍

“We‍‍​ sent someone to​‌ investigate suspicious movements⁠‍⁠ in the nearby⁠ city of Zveta,‍ and they discovered​‍‌ they were throwing‍ imprisoned foreigners into​⁠⁠ a pit to‍⁠⁠ perform a ritual.‍‍ They all died,​ of course.”

“What…”​⁠⁠

“And‌⁠​ now they’re digging⁠ an even bigger‍ pit. They’re moving‌ all the foreigners‍​ from other detention‌‌ camps to Zveta.⁠ Everything indicates they’re​ going to perform‌​‌ a larger ritual.‍ The number of​‌​ people they’re gathering​​‍ is enormous.”

Elizabeth‌ sighed.

She‍ knew the Empire⁠‌ was corrupted by‍​ black magic, but‌‌‍ she had never‍​ imagined it to‍‍ this extent.

Vlad⁠​‌ rested his arms‌⁠ on the table⁠​ and said.

“That’s‍ why I want⁠ to ask for⁠ your help, Black​​⁠ Knight… no, Elizabeth.”‍‍⁠

“My‍⁠‌ help?”

“We’re​⁠‌ going to Zveta⁠​ to stop that‌‌ ritual.”

Elizabeth‍​⁠ frowned.

After⁠ all, they were‍ an underground organization.‍‌​ They had neither⁠ the manpower nor​ the resources to⁠ take on the‍‍ imperial army.

“And‌ how? Are you​⁠ going to declare‍‌ war?”

“No.‍⁠ There aren’t that‌ many black magicians‍⁠ who practice black‌ magic directly. If⁠ we eliminate the‍‍‍ black magicians in⁠​ Zveta, we can​‌ stop the human‍ sacrifice.”

“A‌​ selective assassination — so that’s why‌ you called me.”‌

“Yes,‍‍​ exactly.”

Vlad​ nodded frankly. He‌‌ intended to entrust‍⁠​ her with that​‍​ mission.

He​​ spoke in a calm voice.

“I​ knew that sooner⁠‍​ or later you‍​ would contact me.⁠ You’re someone who⁠ knows what’s right,‌⁠ so I didn’t⁠​​ believe you would​‍‍ sit idly by‍‍​ in the face‍‌​ of the current⁠‍ Empire.”

“…”⁠​

“When‍‌‍ you finally contacted‍‌​ me, I was‌​‍ very glad. You​ can give us‌ exactly what we‍‌‌ lack the most.⁠‌‌ I believe all⁠​‌ of this is​⁠ the work of​​⁠ divine providence.”

“Divine‌‍ providence…”

Elizabeth​‍ gave a bitter‌⁠ smile.

Lately,‍​ she had lost‍‍ her faith. It​ was not easy​ to keep believing⁠‍ while witnessing what‍⁠⁠ was happening in‍‍​ the Empire.

“Of⁠ course, that’s from‍⁠ my perspective. For⁠ you, Lady Elizabeth,‌‍‌ the help from​⁠ God that belongs‍⁠ to you is‍‌ already prepared. Or‍​‌ perhaps you’ve already⁠⁠ received it, without‌‌ even realizing.”

At‍ those words, Elizabeth‌‍​ remembered someone — the prince of​ Briol who had‍ recently dealt her‌‌ a defeat.

What⁠ would he have​​​ done?

Putting‌ herself in the​ place of Yuri‍ Briol, the answer​‌⁠ came quickly. Elizabeth‍‍⁠ nodded.

“All‍⁠‌ right.”

Of‍‍ course, it didn’t‌‌‍ feel good to​ think she was‌ being used, but⁠‌ this was not​ the time to‌ be swayed by⁠⁠ those emotions.

The‌⁠ right thing had​⁠‍ to be done.‍‍

If‌‌‌ she didn’t, black​‌ magic would devour‌​‍ everything.

“Thank‍​​ you.”

Vlad‍‌‍ bowed his head.‌‍

“I​​​ am very grateful⁠ to you.”

“It’s⁠⁠‍ just something that‌‍⁠ must be done,⁠ so there’s no​​‌ need to thank⁠‌ me.”

“There‌‍‍ are people who‌ will help you⁠‌⁠ with this mission.‌‍‌ I will go‍ and get them.”‌‌

“Who‌ are they?”

“Gorio⁠ and Gott Bakbar.‌ They will guide‌ you to Zveta.”⁠

***⁠​

After‍ the great victory⁠​ on the eastern‌ front, Yuri led⁠‌​ the forces of‍ the Anti-Imperial Alliance⁠‌‌ in a direct​ advance toward the‌⁠‌ Empire.

It​ was a colossal‍‍​ army.

After​‌‌ completely annihilating the​‍‌ imperial troops on‌‌ the eastern front,‍‌ their morale was​‌‍ higher than ever.‌‌​

In​​ the midst of⁠​ it, Yuri, with‍​ firm determination, personally‍​ carried out reconnaissance‍ at the head​⁠ of the army.⁠

But⁠ no matter how⁠⁠​ much he looked,‌‌ there was no⁠​​ trace of the‍‌‍ enemy. It was⁠⁠‍ as if the⁠‍ entire imperial army⁠‍​ had vanished.

“Mmm…”​​

Yuri‌ let out a murmur.

“Why⁠‌‌ is there no‌ one?”

“They​‌ probably retreated.”

From‌⁠⁠ time to time,‌‍​ they passed through⁠ imperial cities and‍⁠​ towns, but all​​‍ were deserted.

It‌‍⁠ looked like a ruined country.

Jared,⁠ who accompanied him,‍‌ commented.

“For​‍ it to be⁠ this empty only‌‌ means they’re regrouping‌‍‍ farther back, looking⁠ for a way‌‌ to hit us.​ For those imperials,​ human beings are‍ nothing more than‍⁠‌ resources… resources they‍‌ can use as​​ offerings for black‌‍ magic.”

“That’s‍​ true.”

Yuri‍ nodded.

“They’re​‍ trash.”

The‍‌‌ black magic Cedric‌ practiced was a vile art that‌‌⁠ went against all‌ humanity.

To‌‌‍ steal people’s life‌‌‍ force and use‌​ it as a source of power​ could only be‌‍ described as demonic.⁠‌

“I​ don’t even want​ to imagine what​ they could do​‌ by killing so‌​‌ many people.”

Jared‍​‍ shook his head.‍

“Seriously,​⁠ the Empire…”

At​‍ that moment, Laurent,‌ who had remained‍ silent, raised a finger to his​‍ lips.

“Shhh.”​

Both​ looked at him.⁠

Laurent,‌‍​ with a sharp⁠⁠‍ expression, fixed his‌​‍ gaze ahead.

“There’s⁠‍ something there.”

“Eh?”⁠⁠​

Yuri‌⁠ looked forward.

Not⁠‍ far away was‍​​ an abandoned village.​‍ Through the spyglass,‌⁠‌ it seemed completely‍​‌ empty, but now​ he thought he‌‍ saw something move.‌‌​

“There’s​‍ something there. It⁠‌ was watching us.”‌‍‌

“Who?”‍⁠

“It’s‌‍ not human. Probably​ a monster created​‌‍ with black magic.​ That’s what it​ seemed to me.”​⁠

“Oh,‌‌ really?”

Yuri‍ checked the position⁠‌⁠ of the main⁠⁠⁠ army.

The​ Anti-Imperial Alliance advanced‌ slowly, their banners‌‌⁠ waving among the​ clouds of dust‍​‍ raised by the‌ soldiers.

“Since‌⁠⁠ we’re quite ahead,‌​‍ we have time.​ Shall we go​ see?”

“I‌‍ think it might⁠‍ be better not⁠⁠ to…”

“Let’s​‍ go.”

Yuri​​ moved without hesitation.⁠‍⁠ Laurent and Jared⁠​⁠ followed him without‍⁠ protest; they had‌ long known it‍‍⁠ was useless to‌​ try to stop​ him.

On‍ horseback, Yuri crossed⁠​ the entrance to‌‍ the village in​⁠​ an instant. It⁠​‌ was deserted and⁠‌‍ unsettling.

“I‍‌‌ have a bad⁠​‌ feeling about this…”​

Where​​ had all the‌ inhabitants gone? Had​​ they moved deeper‍‍ into the Empire?‍

Yuri⁠ looked around, but‍‌‌ he couldn’t see⁠‍ what Laurent had⁠⁠‍ mentioned.

Then​⁠​ he raised the⁠ aura of the‌‌⁠ Cut of the‌‍ Soul and the​‌ Heart, closed and‍‍ opened his eyes,​ entering the Mental⁠‌ Domain.

His‍ vision changed, showing‍⁠‍ him a more⁠⁠ essential panorama.

Amid‌ the white glow,​‌⁠ he detected tracks​ on the ground:​​‌ scattered bloodstains forming‌‌​ a trail.

“Come.‌ This way.”

The‍‍ trail stopped in‍ the center of​ the village, in​​⁠ what seemed to⁠​ have once been⁠​ a plaza.

A wide, empty space.‌

Yuri​⁠ placed himself in‌ the center, observing‍ the surroundings. Nothing‌ of what Laurent​⁠⁠ had described was‌ in sight.

“What‌‌ is this?”

Something‌​ felt strange. With‍​ the tip of‌​ his boot, he‌ tapped the ground.⁠ A foul energy⁠​‌ rose from below.‌​⁠

“Shall‍ we dig it‍ up?”

“The‍ ground?”

“I‌​​ think there’s something⁠​‍ under here.”

“A‍‍ hot spring, maybe?”‌​

“No,⁠‍‌ that’s not it…”‌

At‍ that moment, the⁠⁠ ground shook.

“Eh?”​‌‌

The‍ three of them‌‌ briefly lost their⁠ balance. Yuri drew​⁠​ Guilty.

“There’s‍ something here below.”​‍

“What​⁠ are you planning⁠ to do?”

“Dig.”‍‍

“With⁠ a sword? Maybe⁠ with a shovel…”‍‌‍

At‍⁠ that moment, the⁠‍ blade of Guilty​​ was covered in‍​ cutting energy, rising​‌​ with force.

Yuri‍​ brought it down⁠⁠ against the ground.‍‍

With⁠‌ an explosion, the​‍ earth flew up.​‌⁠ The surface was​ destroyed, revealing what​⁠​ lay beneath.

Bodies.‌​‍

“My‍‍​ God…”

Although‍ he had only​ opened a part‌‌‌ of it, several‌ piled-up corpses could‌‍ already be seen.​

“They‌ buried all these‌⁠⁠ people here?”

Yuri⁠‍ looked around.

“If‍‌ so, this means…”​

Then,​ the ground shook‌‍ again and something​‌‍ grabbed his ankle.‍‍⁠

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