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Rise of the Fallen Kingdom’s Third Prince Chapter 287: Fascination (4)

Chapter 287: Fascination (4)

“Hmm…”‌‌‍

Maryrose‌​ narrowed her eyes‌⁠‍ as she looked​ at Yekaterina.

“Then,‌⁠​ it was a pleasure to see‌⁠⁠ you, Your Highness.”‍​

That‍‍ was all.

Maryrose​⁠​ winked at Yuri‍ and then said⁠ she would go‍ find lodging. Yuri‍⁠‌ had suggested she‌‌⁠ stay in the‍ royal palace, but​ she refused with​‌‌ a smile and‍ headed toward the⁠ capital.

As‌‍‍ Yuri watched Maryrose’s‌ back grow distant,‍ someone approached him.​‌

“Your​‍‌ Highness.”

To​‌‌ his surprise, it‌⁠‍ was Raymond.

“Sir‍‍⁠ Raymond.”

When⁠​ the Anti-Empire Coalition​⁠ marched against the​​ Empire, he had⁠‍ found him voluntarily‍⁠ enlisted as a soldier, and they‌‍ had exchanged a few words. Now,‌​ as always, he⁠⁠‌ had come.

Yuri‍ shook Raymond’s hand.​‌

“Thank‍‍​ you for coming.‍ I’m always grateful⁠‌‍ to you.”

“It’s‍‌‍ my duty.”

Both‌ during the time⁠‍ of the allied⁠‍ army and the‍​ founding of the​‌‌ Army Comrades Association,⁠‍‍ Raymond had always​​ taken on the​ most difficult tasks.​‍⁠ That was why​‍⁠ Yuri always felt‌ he owed him​‌​ something.

Raymond‌ smiled faintly.

“By‌ the way…”

“Mm?”⁠​

“I’d‍​⁠ like to give‍⁠ you some personal⁠⁠‍ advice.”

“What‌⁠​ kind?”

“I’m⁠​ sure everyone’s already‌‌ given you their‌‍⁠ advice. But sometimes,⁠‍‌ the opinion of⁠ elders can be⁠​ more useful than‌‌‌ that of the⁠​ young.”

“What‍‌ do you mean…?”​⁠‍

Raymond​‌‍ looked at him⁠​‌ with kind eyes.⁠‌

“Your⁠ Highness, you don’t‌⁠ need to choose⁠‍‌ only one person.”‍‍⁠

“Eh?”‍⁠

“You’re‍⁠‍ a member of‌ the royal family​⁠⁠ and a hero‍ of Briol. Don’t⁠​ forget that.”

“Mm?”‍⁠

“Well​ then, I’ll be‌‌ going. I need‌‌⁠ to train with⁠‍⁠ the soldiers. Please‍ take care of⁠‌‍ yourself.”

“Wait,‌​‍ what?”

“Hahaha…”⁠‍

Leaving‌ behind those cryptic‍ words, Raymond departed.‌ Yuri shook his‌ head.

“Huff…”​‌

He⁠‌ appreciated everyone’s intentions.⁠

But.​

“Seriously,‍ what do they⁠‍ think I am…?”‍

Why‌ did everyone seem‌​ desperate to give‌⁠ him relationship advice?‍

He​‌ was Yuri Briol.‍ In this life‌ he had no⁠‌ official partner, but⁠ in his previous‍ life he had​⁠ been very popular.‌ More than a few women had​‍‍ cried over him.‍ If he counted⁠​ them, they would‍‌‌ outnumber everyone present‌‍ in the training⁠‍⁠ field.

He‍‍ could form a four-column formation and‍ march it around⁠⁠‌ the training grounds​‌⁠ twice.

“I⁠ could organize a battalion with that.”​⁠

Yuri‍⁠‍ thought that the​ fact that, being⁠‌ so handsome, high-ranking,⁠​⁠ intelligent, good-natured, and⁠‌‍ skilled with a sword, there was​ no one besides‍​‍ Maryrose showing interest‍‌ in him was‍ already proof enough‌ of his deep‌ understanding of the‌⁠⁠ female heart.

He​ had always cut‌⁠ off any sign​ of interest the⁠‌​ moment he noticed‌ it.

That‍​ he had avoided‌‍ a serious conversation‍ with Yekaterina until‌‍‌ now wasn’t just⁠⁠​ because of emotional⁠ baggage, but also‌ a calculated strategy.‌⁠‍

Just​‍​ as Yekaterina’s calm‌‌ attitude shook Yuri,​ Yuri’s calm reaction⁠ shook Yekaterina.

Even‍ if unseen, both⁠​ inflicted emotional wounds⁠​⁠ on each other⁠ in an invisible‍ duel.

That⁠ the lock opened‌​ didn’t mean one​ should jump right‍ in. That was‌‌‌ the instinct of​‌‍ a stray dog.⁠‍

And‌ he was no⁠⁠ stray dog — he was a cheetah.

Yuri‍‌ smirked to the‍ side.

“Well,⁠‍ I guess I can’t avoid it‍​‍ anymore…”

Yes,‌​⁠ in the end,⁠‍ they were excuses.⁠⁠

Yuri‌ looked up at⁠​‌ the sky. The‍‌‌ final battle was‌‌ approaching, and he‍‌‍ could no longer‍‍ put it off.​⁠

The‍ time had come⁠‌ to settle things‍​‍ with Yekaterina.

He​‍ drew Guilty and‌ spun it in⁠​⁠ the air as‍‌‌ he glanced over.​‌⁠

Under​⁠‌ the parasol, Yekaterina‍ was drinking tea,‍ watching the knights⁠ train.

On⁠​​ the field, a knight, exhausted from‍⁠⁠ hard training, had‍ taken off his⁠​ shirt and was‍‌ shouting with all‍‌​ his might.

One,‍⁠ with a sculpted⁠‌ torso, knocked down‍‍​ his opponent in‌‌ a duel, spread​‌ his shoulders, and⁠‍ roared. Yekaterina clapped.⁠⁠​

“…”‌

Yuri​ closed and opened‍‍ his eyes, taking⁠ a deep breath.​

“I’m​‍ a cheetah, I’m⁠‍ a cheetah. A wild cheetah. Not⁠ a dog…”

From​​‌ behind, Laurent watched‌⁠ him silently. Moyongchan,​​‍ resting beside him,‍‌⁠ spoke.

“Laurent,‍‌ don’t look at‍​‌ him like he’s‍‌ an idiot.”

“Ah,‍‌‍ I did it‍‌⁠ without realizing.”

***‍⁠

Two‍ days passed.

Yuri‍ still only maintained⁠ surface-level conversations with⁠ Yekaterina.

They​ didn’t talk about​​ what they needed‌‌‌ to talk about,⁠ but the chats‌‍‌ flowed naturally, and​⁠ when they walked​ together, time flew‌ by.

It⁠⁠‌ was like when‍​ they had first⁠‌‌ met, leaving him​⁠ with a strange‍‌ feeling.

“Fuu…”⁠​

As‍‍⁠ he was lost‌‍‍ in thought, an⁠ unexpected visitor arrived.‍⁠​

“Your‌⁠ Highness, you have​​ a visitor.”

“Who?”​

“They​‌​ didn’t say, but‍ mentioned you’d know⁠​⁠ when you saw​​ them. Should I refuse?”

“No,​ I’ll go see.‌​‍ These days, anyone‌​‍ seeking me piques​⁠⁠ my curiosity.”

In‍⁠​ the reception room,‌‍ someone completely unexpected​ awaited him.

Yuri’s‍‌​ mouth opened in⁠⁠ surprise.

“You…‍⁠ you. What are⁠ you doing here?”​‍‌

It‌​ was Oliver Elgast,‍ knight of the​ Empire.

“It’s⁠ been a while.”‍‌

He⁠‌ was a promising​⁠ knight of the‌‍ Empire who had⁠‌ participated in a tournament, but was‌‌ eliminated by an​⁠ unexpected blow from‌‍​ Sven of Liberta.‍‌​

Back​‌ then, he had⁠⁠ formed a kind‌‌​ of rivalry with‍​‌ Yuri, though that‍⁠ was only in‌​⁠ Oliver’s mind.

Oliver​‍ shrugged.

“Is‌ there a problem?”‍

“Don’t‌​⁠ tell me…”

Yuri,‍​​ placing his hand‍ on his sword’s​ hilt, asked.

“Did​ you come as‌ a spy?”

“No,‍ no.”

“Then⁠‌​ as an emissary⁠​ of the Empire?”‍

“If‍‌ that were the​⁠ case, would I come in this⁠ state?”

He‍‍‌ looked as if‍ he had fled‍‌ in a hurry;​⁠‌ his appearance was​ disheveled, and his⁠​ once perfectly groomed‍‍ hair was dull.​​⁠

“Then,⁠‌‍ don’t tell me…”​‌‌

Yuri⁠​‍ narrowed his eyes.‍

Memories⁠⁠‍ from the past⁠ came to mind.‍ Oliver had been‌ in love with​‌ Yekaterina.

Perhaps,⁠ upon learning she⁠‍‌ was there, he‌ had deserted the​‌‌ Empire to reach​⁠ the palace of‍​​ Briol.

“Yes,‍‍ that’s exactly it.”​‌

When⁠‍ Oliver nodded, Yuri’s​⁠ brow furrowed.

“This‌ bastard…”

“I’m⁠‌​ Imperial, but the‍ current Empire is‍​ wrong. It must⁠ be stopped. That’s⁠‌ why I came⁠‌ to cooperate.”

“Oh,‍ really?”

“I‌‍‌ think you just​‌‍ insulted me…”

“No,‌⁠​ it’s a misunderstanding.”⁠

In⁠‌ a way, it​⁠ made sense why‍​ during the entire⁠ war against the⁠ Empire, he hadn’t⁠​ shown even the⁠‌​ tip of his‌⁠ nose.

Yuri⁠ nodded.

“Alright.​ You did well​‌ to come. Tell‍ me.”

“My‌⁠ family, ever since⁠​⁠ the Emperor began⁠ losing his sanity,⁠‍ noticed something was​‍‌ wrong and prepared⁠‍​ in advance.”

“Oh…”⁠

“When⁠ we discovered that⁠​⁠ the Imperial Palace‌ was being consumed‌ by black magic,‌​ we tried to‌ stop it in‌​⁠ secret. But it⁠‍ was impossible. His‌‍⁠ Majesty had already‌‍ fallen into the‌‌‍ hands of the‌⁠‍ black mages.”

“The⁠‍ Emperor can’t be‌ saved anymore, can‌‌ he?”

“Exactly.​ In the process,​‍ my father was​​‍ killed by an​‍‌ assassin. Now, in‍ the Empire, my​ family is considered‌ traitors.”

“I’m⁠‌ sorry to hear‍​⁠ that.”

“It’s‍⁠​ alright. We’re doing​ the right thing.”‌‌⁠

Oliver’s​‌‌ voice didn’t waver.⁠‍

Yuri⁠ felt ashamed for⁠ having doubted him.​⁠

He‍‍ wasn’t the only‍ one opposing black‌​‍ magic. Even if​‍​ they didn’t get‌ along, there were‌ others who could‍ tell right from​‍‌ wrong.

“In​ the last war,‍⁠‍ I supported the​‍ Anti-Empire Alliance, but…”‌

“Yes.”​‌​

“In​‍ the end, they​ ended up summoning‍⁠‍ a terrifying monster.”‍

Oliver​ let out a sigh.

“In⁠‌‌ the Empire, there‍​ still exists an⁠‍ organization resisting black‍ magic. It’s the‍​‍ legacy of the​​ late Prince Ragnar.‍ They don’t move‌‌ with us, but​‌​ we maintain a cooperative relationship.”

At​‍⁠ the name Ragnar,‍ Yuri looked up.‍

“Prince​‍⁠ Ragnar.”

“That’s​⁠ right.”

He‍‍‍ remembered Ragnar’s always-smiling⁠‌ face. If he‌​ had lived, perhaps‍​ the situation would‍⁠ be a little‌ better.

“But⁠‍‌ recently a problem‌​ has arisen.”

“What‌⁠​ kind of problem?”​‍​

“We‌ knew in advance​⁠​ that a human‌ sacrifice ritual was⁠‌ going to be⁠ held in Zveta.‍‌​ So we sent​ people to stop‌ it.”

“And?”‍​​

“Of⁠ course, they failed.‍ However…”

His‌⁠ expression hardened.

“The​​⁠ person who infiltrated⁠ there was none‌‌⁠ other than the​ Black Knight.”

“What?”‍

What‌‍ he said next​⁠‌ was shocking.

Oliver’s⁠​‌ family had infiltrated​ their own spy​⁠​ into Zveta. He​‍‌ had been sending‍‌⁠ information regularly until⁠‍‍ one day someone‍⁠‍ was captured.

To​​ everyone’s surprise, it‌‍ was a woman.​

“It​ wasn’t only shocking​⁠⁠ that the Black‌‌‌ Knight was a woman, but that⁠‍‌ she was captured‌ with barely any⁠‌‌ resistance was even‍ more surprising.”

Yuri‍ stared at him.‌

Having‌‌‌ fought the Black⁠​ Knight, he knew​ how formidable she‍‌⁠ was. And now⁠‍ they said she‌ couldn’t resist.

“They​⁠ say it was⁠​‌ because of a mage. He used⁠⁠​ an unknown magic…”​‍‍

Oliver​⁠ glanced behind him.‍‌‌ Behind him was⁠ a hooded figure.​‌

“From​​‌ here on, I’ll‍ let him explain.”​​​

The‍‌ person pulled back​‌​ the hood. It⁠‍ was also a familiar face.

Yuri,‍​​ with a surprised⁠ smile, said his‌‍ name.

“Raphael?”‍‌​

“It’s⁠ been a while,​‌ Your Highness.”

It​​‌ was Raphael Artem,​ knight of the‌⁠‌ Empire who had​ worked alongside Graham⁠ Hartfall. Since Graham’s‌‍‍ death, he hadn’t⁠ seen him, and​ now he seemed‍‌‍ to be collaborating⁠ with Oliver against‌​ the Empire.

Raphael​ gave a faint​‍⁠ smile.

“Despite​ the situation, I’m‍‌⁠ glad to see⁠ you. You’re just​‍⁠ the same as​​ ever.”

“I’m⁠​⁠ glad to see‌ you too.”

“Allow​‌‌ me to get‍⁠ straight to the⁠ point, Your Highness.‌‌ It’s highly likely​ that the mage⁠ who defeated the‌ Black Knight is​​‍ someone you know.”​

“Someone​ I know?”

Of‌ the mages Yuri​⁠⁠ knew, only Inariel⁠ would have the‍​‍ strength to defeat⁠‍⁠ a knight like​⁠ her.

And‌ even then, it​ wouldn’t be easy⁠‌‌ — in a one-on-one, a mage‍⁠ rarely defeats a knight, let alone‍​ one of her‌‌​ caliber.

As​​​ Yuri frowned, Raphael​‍ looked at him‌⁠ intently and said,‍

“I​‍ mean that Cory‍⁠ who followed you‌​‍ in the Alliance⁠⁠ army.”

“What?”⁠

Yuri’s‌ eyes widened. That‌‍⁠ was not a name he had​ expected to hear.‍

Raphael​​ continued.

“At‍​​ first, I doubted​ it too, but‌ the description our​ informant gave matches​‍ Cory exactly. And⁠⁠⁠ most telling, he‍⁠ calls himself Cory,‌‌ and others call⁠⁠ him that too.”‍​

“It⁠ can’t be…”

“They‍ say he’s recently⁠‌‌ begun to earn​⁠ Cedric’s favor. Apparently,⁠ being a half-orc,⁠ he uses a strange magic. From⁠‍ what we’ve heard,​​⁠ they call it⁠⁠ the Power of​‌ the Voice of‌ Authority. With a single word, he‌⁠ can subdue a person.”

“Voice‌‍ of Authority…”

Yuri⁠⁠ had to accept‌‍ it.

There⁠‍ was no doubt‍​ it was Cory,​​‌ using the draconic​ language he had‌⁠ learned from Cruar.​

With‍‌ his hand on​ his forehead, he‌‌ asked,

“You’re​ saying he subdued‌​​ the Black Knight?”⁠

“That’s‌ right. The Black‍ Knight had infiltrated‌‍‍ disguised as an‍ Imperial soldier, and‌‌ he subdued her‍ with a single​​ word.”

In‍⁠ the past, Cory’s‍‌‍ draconic language had​‍ not been very‍‍‌ refined. But somehow,‌‌ under Cedric, he⁠​ had managed to‌ strengthen it enough‌‌⁠ to trouble even‌​ the Black Knight.​‍⁠

Oliver​⁠ resumed the explanation.​‌​

The‍‍ informant in Zveta‍​‌ described Cory as‌ brutal.

He​‌ would summon prisoners​ from the camp,⁠ experiment on them‌⁠ using magic, and‍​⁠ then throw them⁠‍‍ into a pit‍ as sacrifices for​‌ black magic.

Raphael⁠‍‌ added,

“And‍‌‍ the Black Knight​ was also thrown⁠‍ in there. If​‌​ that monster was‌⁠ summoned, then she’s​‌⁠ no longer alive.”⁠​

“…”​⁠⁠

“With​​ someone like her‍ as a sacrifice,‌ it’s no wonder‌ they were able⁠‍‍ to summon such‌ a fearsome being.​‍ It’s truly terrifying.”​⁠

Yuri‍‌ closed his eyes,‍⁠‍ deep in thought.​‌⁠

According​ to Laurent, Cory‍‍ was no longer‌ the same as⁠​‍ before. And now,​‍‌ a covert group‌ from the Empire‍ claimed he was⁠‍ a loyal servant‌​ of Cedric.

When‌ Yuri remained silent,​ Raphael spoke cautiously.⁠​

“Your‌ Highness, I understand.‍​⁠ I know you‍​‌ valued him when⁠ he was in‍⁠ the Alliance, and⁠ that’s why I’m​‍‌ saying this carefully.‍‍​ But that half-orc‍‍ is now our⁠‌‌ enemy.”

“I‍​‌ understand.”

Yuri​ looked up.

Oliver‍‌ and Raphael went‌​‍ silent at once.​‍

In​‌​ his eyes burned⁠‍ something intense, and‍‍ the pressure he​‌⁠ radiated was enough‌⁠‍ to make one’s‌ hair stand on‌ end.

“Now‍⁠‍ I know exactly​⁠​ what I have​ to do. Oliver,​​ Raphael.”

“Yes.”‍​

“Yes.”‌​

“I’m​​ going to leave​⁠ Briol and gather​ people. The probability‌ of victory in‍‍ the final battle​‌⁠ is minimal. Most‌‌​ likely, we’ll lose⁠ and die. Or⁠ perhaps suffer something‍‌⁠ so horrible we’ll​ wish we had​ died.”

Yuri‌⁠‍ smiled faintly.

“Will‌‌ you come with⁠​​ me?”

Crushed​ by the intensity​⁠‍ of the moment,‌ both nodded.

“Yes.”​⁠

“Yes.”‍​

Yuri‍‌ smiled broadly.

“We‍‌ leave tomorrow. I have to prepare⁠ the last details,​ so I’ll arrange‌‌⁠ lodging for you.‌​ Rest.”

***‌‌

Upon‌​ leaving the reception​​​ room, Yuri set​⁠ off immediately.

Ena,​⁠‍ who had been​‍‍ waiting for him,​ hurried after him.‍⁠

“Where​‍ are you going?”⁠‍

“To‍‍ see Yekaterina.”

“Oh?”⁠

Ena‍ covered her mouth.⁠⁠​

“At‌​‍ last?”

“At‍ last what?”

“My‍‍​ lord, you’re finally‌​⁠ a real man.”‌​

“Shut​ up.”

“At‌ least bring her‍‌ a flower.”

“I​‌‍ don’t do that⁠‌‌ sort of thing.”​⁠​

“That‌​‍ bad-boy style went‌⁠ out of fashion‍ a long time​ ago.”

“I’m‌‌‍ the flower, so‌ it’s not necessary.”⁠‍‍

“You’re‌ insane…”

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