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Chapter 133: The Foolish Prince Faces Off
“Advance, advance, advance! We’re going for the Crown Prince’s… my brother’s head!”
Leading the rebel soldiers, Rodel charges through the battlefield.
His aim: to take down the Crown Prince, the commander of the Royal Army.
To prove to everyone that he’s not just a puppet.
Using magic to mow down the soldiers blocking his path, Rodel cuts through the battlefield.
“Fire! Don’t let them advance any further!”
Initially, the Royal Army had mocked Rodel, who had recklessly leaped out of the enemy lines. But faced with Rodel’s unstoppable momentum, bolstered by high-powered magic, and breaking through the soldiers forming the barrier, they could no longer laugh.
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They fired off their magic spells and arrows to try and stop him, but Rodel doesn’t stop.
Although the rebel soldiers following him are gradually falling, it’s not enough.
At this rate, Rodel might reach the main camp where the Crown Prince and Marquis Catreya are stationed.
“Advance! Victory is within reach!”
With Rodel’s reckless charge, the tide of battle shifted.
Despite the numerical advantage of the Royal Army, they found themselves cornered.
Perhaps… victory might have been overturned by the awakened Rodel, leading the rebels to storm the capital, defeating the Crown Prince and Marquis Catreya, and even killing the king and the second prince, becoming the new king.
But… it didn’t happen.
There was a thick wall preventing Rodel from becoming the “Supreme King.”
“Amaterasu!”
“Gh…!”
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Darkness falls over the battlefield.
In a flashback to earlier events, Rodel’s back bristles.
“Stone Wall!”
Quickly dismounting his horse and rolling on the ground, Rodel activates a defensive spell.
Protected by a solid wall of stone, Rodel is struck by the sunlight.
“Aaaaargh!”
The screams come from the rebel soldiers who were charging alongside Rodel towards the main camp.
Bathed in the white light, their momentum from earlier dissipates, crumbling in a single blow.
“Now! Cut down the rebels!”
“Prepare yourselves!”
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Blocking the rebel charge in front of the Royal Army’s main camp, Rest stands there.
Responding to Rest’s call, soldiers from the Rosemary Marquis House move in. Led by Dibble, they leap forward towards the fallen rebel soldiers.
“Kuh! This attack… is from earlier…!”
“Yeah… it seems like it was blocked.”
“You…!”
Emerging from the stone wall, Rodel looks up at Rest.
Grimly staring down his greatest enemy, the one standing in the way of his conquest.
“So, it was you who fired that light magic… You really did it…!”
“I should be the one saying ‘you really did it.’ How many people do you think died because of you on the Sabnock Plains?”
“…!”
Rodel’s eyes widen at Rest’s words.
In those eyes is a rare color of regret for Rodel.
“…Surprising. Even the Foolish Prince can regret his mistakes.”
“Foolish Prince, huh…?”
“Isn’t that right?”
“…!”
Rodel’s expression twists.
Though he’s experienced the death of a friend, Rodel also knows his own foolishness all too well.
Therefore, he doesn’t argue. But… he won’t just sit back and take it.
“You’re young. Are you also a student of the Royal Academy?”
“Yeah. You may not remember, but… we’ve met before.”
“…?”
Rodel frowns.
Looking directly at Rest’s face… he can’t recall who he is.
“…Well, I suppose you wouldn’t remember. As expected.”
Rest shrugs.
To Rodel, someone like Rest is nothing but an unknown commoner.
There’s no value in remembering faces or names like his. Just another insignificant roadside pebble.
“…State your name.”
“Hmph…”
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When Rodel commands shortly, Rest shrugs sarcastically.
“I’m Rest Clover. A baron, technically. Though, a self-made one.”
“I see… You must know, Rodel Iwood. The man who will annihilate you all and become the king of this country!”
Rodel channels his magic and casts a spell.
A sharp blast of flames is aimed at Rest, but it’s blocked by a wall of water.
The battle between the Royal Army and the rebel forces.
The final showdown between the third prince, Rodel, and the young hero, Rest Clover, unfolds, likely to adorn the end of this conflict.