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Rise of the Fallen Kingdom’s Third Prince Chapter 316: Awakening

Chapter 316: Awakening

Yuri,‍⁠ clutching his abdomen,‌‍ stabbed Laurent with‌ Guilty.

Cedric,‌⁠‌ who was occupying‌‌ Laurent’s body, did‍ not dodge. From​​ the start, since⁠‌‌ it wasn’t his‌⁠ body, instead of‌⁠‌ defending himself, he‌​ focused on driving‍ the sword in‍‍ deeper to injure​⁠‍ Yuri’s body more‌⁠ severely.

“¡Kugh!”⁠‌‌

Yuri​‍‍ let out a groan.

An‌⁠‍ unbearable pain overwhelmed‍ him, and unable‍‍‍ to resist any‍‌ longer, he collapsed‌ to his knees.​ A voice sounded‍⁠ from behind him.⁠

“Yuri!”‍​‍

“Your⁠ Highness!”

His​⁠‌ consciousness began to‌ fade. Without the​‌ strength to stay⁠‍ on his feet,⁠‍ Yuri knelt down.‍

Cedric​ smiled, lifting one‌​​ corner of his‍​‍ lips.

“I​​ knew Laurent would⁠ be useful one‍ day.”

“You‍⁠⁠ bastard…”

“Did⁠​​ you think I did it just⁠​ to bother Laurent​ without any plan?‍‍ Well, maybe partly.”‍⁠​

When​ he distorted Laurent’s⁠ body with black‍‌ magic, it seemed‍⁠ he had left‌ a measure in‌‍​ place to seize‌⁠ control whenever he​‌ wished.

From‍ Laurent’s mouth came‌ Cedric’s voice.

[Your⁠‍ friend is resisting‍‌ a lot. Even‌​ now he is‍‌‍ going mad.]

“What​ did you do​​‌ to Laurent…?”

[Don’t⁠ worry, I just‍​‌ set him aside⁠⁠‌ for a moment.]‌‌‍

Cedric​‍ grabbed Yuri’s shoulder,​​‍ lifted him slightly,⁠⁠ and yanked out‌ the sword that‍ was embedded.

The‌⁠​ inside of Yuri‍⁠⁠ tore apart again.​​

He⁠ coughed up blood.‌⁠

“¡Keugh…!”​

He‍‌ tried not to‍ lose consciousness, but‌ it was useless.​‍ The blow had‍​‍ been too precise.⁠ He needed to‌ find a way‌‌⁠ to reverse the​ situation, but his‌‌⁠ mind was scattering.​⁠‍

Everything​ was blurry.

His‌‍​ mind and body‌​ felt like they⁠⁠ were melting.

[When‍‌ you wake up,​‌ everything will be‌​ calm.]

Yuri‌⁠‌ forced his eyelids‌ to stay open.‍⁠⁠ But he couldn’t​⁠‍ endure.

Everything​​ sank downward—his eyelids,⁠​‌ his body, and‌⁠ his consciousness.

His‌‌ vision turned black.​​

In‍⁠ the distance, he​‍ faintly felt the⁠ vibration of the⁠‍ surrounding air.

Cedric,​ in Laurent’s body,‍⁠‍ seemed to be‌‌​ fighting the others.‍ Jose’s excited voice,‌ Moyongchan’s roar, an⁠​‌ incomprehensible Eastern language,‍ and confused screams‍ passed by his‍‌ ears.

Darkness​​⁠ enveloped him.

Calm‍ arrived.

He⁠ heard nothing, felt‍ nothing. Far from⁠‌ the outer chaos,​ his body and​ mind sank into​​ a sensation close‌‌ to peace.

He​ had always been​⁠ on guard.

For​ a long time.​⁠

Since​​⁠ when?

Before​ restarting his life.⁠‍​

No—even‍‍‍ before wandering as‍⁠ a mercenary.

Even‌‌ before the Empire‌ attacked Briol.

Since​‍​ the day he​ met that woman,‌⁠‌ when it seemed⁠‌ the world had⁠ taken on a different color.

Although‍​ he was a prince, Yekaterina was​​​ an imperial princess,‍​‍ and so uncertainty‌‍‍ about the future⁠ always nested in‍‍ his heart.

He‌⁠ always tried to⁠ do something. His​‍ body and mind‌ never stopped.

Then⁠​ war broke out,​⁠‍ and from then⁠‌‌ on it was⁠​ an exhausting race‌‌ without rest.

He⁠​ fought against the‍‍‌ Empire, and after‌‌ Briol’s fall, he‌‌ became a mercenary,⁠ sank into pain,‍ and after being‌⁠ killed by Laurent,⁠​​ he struggled to‍‌ prevent the tragedy.⁠​

“And‍‍​ now I ended​ up getting stabbed.”⁠⁠‌

Yuri⁠‍ felt his abdomen.⁠ It was intact.⁠‍ That meant this⁠‍ wasn’t reality.

He⁠​⁠ saw nothing.

Maybe​‍‌ it would be‍ good to stay‌ like this for‌ a while longer.​

“Haa…”‍​​

He⁠⁠‍ sighed deeply.

Even​‍ though it was​​⁠ a critical moment,​​⁠ he felt a strange calm. He‍ knew it was‌‍ Cedric’s trick, but​​ he couldn’t help‌​ it.

Lying‌​⁠ still, many things​ went through his​ mind. Only by‌‌ letting go of​‍⁠ everything could he​​​ understand certain things.⁠​

Forgotten​‌ memories returned one⁠​⁠ by one.

Things‍‍‌ he hadn’t understood⁠‍ before now began⁠‌ to make sense.⁠⁠⁠

“Right…⁠ that happened too.”‌

Yuri‌ remembered the days‍ with Yekaterina. There⁠‌​ were good and‌‌ bad moments.

They‍⁠ even argued over‍‍ silly reasons. Back​⁠​ then, he hadn’t‌⁠ understood why she⁠‍‌ got so angry.‌​

There⁠‍ were his mistakes‍ and hers. Times⁠‌​ when they were​⁠ both inexperienced.

Suddenly,⁠‌⁠ Yuri sat up‌‍⁠ abruptly.

“…”⁠⁠​

He‌ fixed his gaze​ on a point⁠​ in the darkness.‍‌‍ In his hazy‍⁠‍ memories, something was​ slowly emerging.

He​⁠ stayed still, silent,‍⁠ for a long⁠ while.

Then,⁠ slowly, he touched‍ his chest.

Before,‌ he had always⁠‍‌ naturally worn a necklace—a relic his⁠​ mother had left‌‌‍ him. He had⁠⁠‌ given it to​‍ Yekaterina as a symbol that he‍ was giving her‍‌​ his all.

“…”​⁠

Yuri​ blinked.

And‍ now he stood⁠‌‌ up completely.

He‍‍ rose firmly.

The‌⁠ tranquil darkness surrounded‌‌‍ him. As he​​⁠ took a step,‍‍‌ his body began⁠‍ to rise.

As‌ if inviting him​ to remain there⁠⁠ forever, the darkness​⁠ kept him suspended.‌‌

It‍ was like being‍‍ underwater.

While‌​ floating, he reflected⁠ again.

And⁠​ murmured.

“I‍⁠​ will get out⁠​ of here.”

At‍ some point, Guilty‌⁠ was back in‍​⁠ his hand. It⁠‍‌ was always there⁠‌⁠ when he needed‌ it.

Then,​‌ suddenly, the darkness‌‍‌ around him grew⁠​ heavy. It let‌ him fall, and​⁠​ the pressure crushed‌⁠‌ him completely.

He‍ couldn’t move a single finger.

If⁠​‌ he tried to‍‍ move, the darkness​⁠ grew heavier and⁠​ more solid. If‍‍​ he stayed still,‌‌ the darkness softened​ and caressed his​ skin.

Anyone‌ else would have‌​‌ given up. But‌‍ Yuri gripped Guilty‌ tightly.

He​⁠ invoked the power‌‌​ of Chaos.

The⁠ extreme of Chaos​‌ he had reached‌‌ while fighting a god from another⁠‍‌ world had elevated⁠‌​ him to an​‍ even greater level.‌​‍

Even⁠‌ while lying down,‌​ he slashed with‌⁠ his sword.

It‍​ was enough.

The⁠‌‍ darkness split, and‍ dense Chaos flowed⁠ outward.

Covered‌‌ by it, Yuri⁠⁠⁠ stood up firmly.‌⁠

***​‍

Cedric‌‌ had created a darkness that was‍ easily torn apart.‌‍

Yuri‍⁠⁠ passed through it‌ and emerged outside.​⁠⁠

In‌ one corner of⁠‍ the battlefield, Laurent‍​ lay on the⁠​ ground. It seemed‍​‍ Cedric had abandoned‍‍ his body.

Yuri‍ looked away.

“Cedric.”‍

He‍​ was still darting‌ about, sowing chaos⁠⁠​ in the Anti-Imperial​⁠​ Union. Some, mentally​‌​ dominated by tentacles,‍ were fighting their‍‍​ own allies; others‍​ were flying to‌ try to capture​ him; and Cedric,​​‌ scattering black magic‌ and tentacles.

All‍‌ of them, under​‌‌ a black sky,​‌⁠ created a blood-soaked‍ hell.

Yuri⁠‍ gripped Guilty.

The‌ chaos in his‌‍ hand adjusted and‌⁠‍ harmonized countless possibilities.‌⁠⁠ And, in an​​ instant, Yuri detected⁠ Cedric’s location.

His‍ entire body transformed‌⁠ into chaos.

Moments⁠ later, he appeared⁠⁠ right at his⁠ side.

[Huh?]‍‍

Cedric​ let out a stupid-sounding voice.

Yuri‍ thrust Guilty in​ without hesitation and,‍​‍ twisting the blade,‌ pulled it out.‌ Cedric’s chest split‌‍ open and, instead⁠ of blood, a black liquid like⁠⁠‌ darkness gushed out​ in torrents.

[How…?]⁠‍⁠

Cedric​ kept making foolish‌‍⁠ sounds. Yuri swung⁠ Guilty and severed‍‍‍ his neck. His⁠ head and body‍‌ separated.

Yuri’s​⁠‍ sword split his⁠ head in two,⁠ his body in​​‌ two, making a total of four​‍‌ pieces.

Darkness‌​‌ poured out like‍ dense smoke. The⁠​ amount was so​ vast it was⁠​‌ hard to believe​ it came from‌ a human body,​⁠ and it spread‌​‌ instantly.

Yuri‌​ raised Guilty.

The‌‍ energy of the‍‍ Cut of the⁠‍‌ soul and the‌‍⁠ heart that resided‌​ in it transformed‌⁠​ into light under​ the blessing of‌​ chaos.

Yuri’s‍‍ sword, capable of‍​ cutting and killing‍‍‌ even the formless,‌ annihilated Cedric’s remnants.​

The⁠‍ darkness was torn​‌⁠ apart.

Then‌⁠​ it happened.

[Dragon​⁠‌ Voice Authority — Kill.]

Suddenly,⁠​ a colossal power⁠‍ struck Yuri’s back.‍⁠​ He felt death‍⁠​ envelop him without‍⁠ warning.

The⁠‌ cause was unknown.⁠​

It‌​ was only a command pushing toward​‍‍ the inevitable end​‌‍ everyone must face‌ someday.

Yuri⁠‍ raised his blade‌ and, spinning on⁠ his heel, slashed‌​ in all directions.​‌‌

The‍ Cut of the‍‍ soul and the⁠⁠⁠ heart roared fiercely.​​

Empowered​⁠ by chaos, that‍‌​ force erased even⁠​ the very concept‍‍ contained in the⁠ words.

After‌‍ executing several sword‌‍ dances, Yuri saw‌‍⁠ before him a small figure with‌⁠ its hood pulled‌‌ low, watching him⁠‌ with a vacant‌​‍ expression.

“Cory.”‍⁠

“Di…​​⁠ die.”

Cory⁠ opened his mouth​ again.

This⁠​ time, death struck​ with greater force.‌‌​ But the chaos⁠‌‌ coursing through Yuri’s‌​‌ body awaited his⁠‍ decision, postponing the​ sentence.

When​​⁠ Yuri refused, the​‌⁠ Dragon Voice Organ‌ dissolved into an⁠‌⁠ empty language.

“Your⁠​ Highness!”

Jose​ lunged forward and‍⁠‍ decapitated Cory, who​‌ was standing in‍‍ front of Yuri.‍⁠

The‍‌ hood slid off,⁠‍ revealing a grotesquely⁠ deformed face that‌ spun through the‍⁠ air before hitting⁠‍ the ground heavily.⁠‌​

The‍​ world fell silent.​

Everyone⁠​ on the battlefield​ looked at Yuri.⁠

Finally,‍ someone murmured.

“We’ve​‌​ won.”

He​⁠ raised his arms​‍​ and shouted.

“We’ve⁠‌ won!”

“Victory​​ is ours!”

“Long‍⁠‌ live His Highness‍⁠ Yuri!”

“Long‍⁠‌ live!”

“Long​​⁠ live Yuri Briol!”‌

The‍‌ battlefield, which moments​⁠ ago had been⁠‌​ full of screams⁠​ and wails, now​​‍ erupted in shouts⁠​ of hope and‌⁠ joy.

Everyone‍‌‍ chanted the name⁠⁠ of Yuri Briol.​​ Some prostrated themselves​ in tears, others‌​‍ ran to kiss⁠ his feet.

It⁠ was the victory‌ of the Anti-Imperial​ Union.

Cedric​ had died by‍‌ Yuri’s hand, and​ the wicked black‍‌ mages who followed‌⁠​ him had also⁠​‌ been wiped out.⁠‌

It⁠​ was all over.⁠

***‍‌​

Yuri‍‍‌ stood on the​‌ balcony railing, looking‌⁠​ at the crowd.‍‌

Everyone​ reached out their‌​ hands toward him.‌⁠

“Phew…”‌⁠

“Your⁠​‌ Highness.”

Jared​⁠⁠ approached from behind‍‌ as Yuri sighed.‌‍

Jared,‍⁠ who had been‌ possessed by Cedric,‌​ now bore a scar on his⁠ cheek, but he‍‌ had recovered and‌​​ walked as before.⁠

“I⁠‌ never thought I’d‌‌‌ see this day.‌​​ Me, I mean.​ Phew…”

“Shut​ up.”

After‍‌ killing Cedric, many‍⁠ things had happened.​‍‌ The Empire had‍ plunged into chaos.‍‍‌

The‍ citizens, once bewitched​⁠‌ by black magic,​ regained their senses‌⁠‌ and finally realized‌‌ the deplorable state‍‍ of their nation.‌‌

The⁠‍ only remaining member​‌ of the imperial​​ family was Yekaterina,⁠⁠ who took leadership⁠‌ and handled the​​⁠ postwar recovery.

As⁠ punishment for the⁠‍ war, the Empire​​ lost vast territories⁠‌ and privileges.

But​‌ even so, it‍⁠‍ remained the Empire.‍‌‍

That‌​ it did not‍‍‌ collapse entirely was,‌‍​ after all, thanks‍‍‍ to Yuri.

“Your⁠‌‍ Highness.”

“What?”‍

“Congratulations‌⁠ on your wedding.”‌

As‍ the sole imperial⁠​​ noble, Yekaterina became‍‌​ Empress.

And‌‍​ her husband was⁠ none other than‍ Yuri Briol, leader‌‌‍ of the Anti-Imperial‌‌ Union and the​ hero responsible for‍‍‍ both the beginning‌ and the end‍​‍ of the war.​

No‍‌‍ one on the‍ continent wished to​ challenge his will.⁠⁠‌

“Thank‌⁠ you.”

The⁠ wedding was about‌ to take place.‍

“I⁠ just saw Lady​ Yekaterina a moment‌​ ago.”

“Oh?”⁠

“I‌‌ thought I’d go‌ blind. Seriously, congratulations.”​‌

Yuri‍​ smiled.

He⁠‍​ leaned against the‌‍​ railing, looking at​‌ the crowd shouting⁠‌ his name.

Since‌​ killing Cedric, everything‍‌ had flowed without‍‌ setbacks. There was‍ only happiness.

Had​‌ there ever been‍‍​ another time like‍‌​ this?

Soon,⁠ the orchestra began​ to play, and‍​ the master of⁠‍‌ ceremonies, with a magically amplified staff,‌ began his speech.​

[The‌‍‍ bride of this​‍‌ blessed wedding is‌​ about to enter…]⁠‍

Yuri‌‌​ felt around his‍ waist.

He​‍‍ was in formal‌‍ attire, so Guilty​​ shouldn’t have been⁠‍⁠ there.

“Your⁠ Highness, what are​⁠‌ you doing?”

“Wait.”‍⁠⁠

“Lady‍ Yekaterina is entering⁠​⁠ right now. Look,‍⁠ so beautiful…”

Jared⁠‍ didn’t finish the‍‌ sentence.

“Your⁠⁠⁠ Highness?”

At‌‌ some point, Guilty​⁠ had appeared in⁠‍‌ Yuri’s hand.

“What…?”‌

“Thanks‍‍ for the break.”‌⁠

Yuri⁠​ plunged the sword‌ into Jared’s chest.‌⁠​

He‌​ stared silently, mouth‍⁠​ agape, before collapsing,​​ bleeding a black​⁠ liquid.

“Why‍ now?”

“I⁠‌ was going to‍ leave later. But​ this isn’t right.”⁠

Yuri⁠⁠⁠ shook his head,‍‍​ back to the‍ railing.

“It’s​​ not proper to‍ see the bride​ in her dress‌​ before the wedding.”​‌‌

Jared‍‌⁠ smiled.

“Oh,⁠​‌ really?”

“Yes.”‌⁠

Yuri‌⁠ raised Guilty.

“So⁠⁠​ let’s end this.”‍​

[When⁠​​ did you know?]‍

Now‍⁠⁠ Jared spoke in⁠ Cedric’s voice.

“From​ the beginning.”

[From⁠ the beginning?]

“There’s‍ something you don’t​ know. And that’s‌ why you lose.”​

[I‌⁠⁠ see…]

Jared‌⁠ chuckled low, then‌‍‌ suddenly stood. The‌ wound in his‌ chest had regenerated.⁠​‍

Looking‍⁠​ intact, he spoke‍⁠‍ to Yuri.

[Know⁠⁠ that even if‌‍‌ this is false,‌ it doesn’t mean‍‍‌ you can wake‍⁠ up.]

“Oh,‍‌ no?”

[Destroying⁠ a life is⁠‍⁠ not the same‍​⁠ as breaking an​‍‌ existence. Could you​​⁠ destroy this happiness,‍⁠ Yuri? Why not​⁠‍ stay here and‌⁠‌ be happy?]

“Happy?”‌

[Look‌ behind you. There’s​ your wife, the⁠​⁠ most beautiful in​​‌ the world. I won’t touch anything.⁠‍​ Live this happy‍‍ life with her…]‌⁠

Cedric‍​⁠ trailed off. He‍‌⁠ stared straight into⁠​ Yuri’s eyes.

After​ a long silence,​⁠ he spoke again.‍‌​

[How…?]⁠

Now‍‍​ he had his​‌ true appearance.

[How​‌‍ has your soul…?]⁠

“My​ soul?”

[…Lasted‍​ this long?]

“This‌‌ long?”

[Much​ longer than a human life.]

“It’s​ because I dream​​​ every day.”

The‌ world began to​ crumble. The blessed‌ wedding, the castle‌​​ balcony, all vanished.​​

Yuri⁠‌‌ smiled broadly and‍​ stabbed Cedric in‌ the chest.

“Thanks⁠‍​ to that, I’m‌ already sick of​‍‍ waking up in‌⁠​ the middle of⁠​ false happiness.”

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