All Chapters of Rise of an emperor: The seventh prince: Chapter 71
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Chapter 71: Renewed hope.
"We have mourned our dead..." Prince Arthur’s voice rang clear, carrying across the quiet square. "But mourning is definitely not the end."He stepped forward, eyes burning with conviction."This is far from over—and we will not let what happened to our brave warriors be swept aside, under the carpets, like it meant nothing." His tone sharpened, each word landing heavy with weight. "They may have been ordinary men, with no magic, no spells, but they forgot one thing, those five brave young men, were the foundation of law and order in Mordor city. They were what stood between this city and complete chaos."Arthur drew in a deep breath. "Now, the crimson shield has crossed a line. They didn’t just kill royal officials, they attacked the very heart of the kingdom's justice system. And for that..."His hand clenched into a fist."We have no choice but to eradicate every last one of them."Hiss!A ripple went through the crowd.Some gasped, others stiffened. But no one laughed. No
Chapter 72: Scared tight.
A heavy silence followed Prince Arthur's declaration.Everyone in the square held his or her breath.Then came a single clap.Loud and sharp.It cracked through the stillness like a lightning strike.And then another joined it. And another.Until the square shaked.The entire crowd erupted into thunderous applause.But this wasn't just polite approval.It was raw. Visceral. A roar of pent-up rage, pain, and desperate relief erupting all at once. Cheers rang out from every corner of the plaza—shouts of Prince Arthur's name, cries for justice, declarations of defiance.Some raised their hands to the sky as if praising the heavens. Others slammed fists to their chests or gripped the hands of their loved ones beside them.The noise swelled—not chaotic, but unified. A city's heartbeat thundering through cobbled streets.For the first time in days, something stirred deep within the hearts of Iron Hearth's people.Hope.Not the fragile kind whispered behind locked doors.But the kind t
Chapter 73: Tension in the air.
The meeting chamber of the Crimson shield's leadership sat in near-darkness, lit only by rune-etched lanterns and the low flicker of containment crystals. Even here, in their most secure hideout, the tension inside was really suffocating.Tyler stood near the center of the table, his arms folded, voice cold."Ten more nobles surrendered this afternoon."The words hit like a rocket bomb."Fuck..." snarled Brook, slamming his palm onto the table. "How many does that make now? It's only been five days since Prince Arthur's speech, and already over half of our connections in the upper circles have folded. Half. Just like that."He paced, face flushed with frustration. "And they still get punished even if they surrender. Why are these nobles and merchants so spineless? You would think they would show a shred of loyalty after all we did for them."Tyler didn't flinch. His tone remained even, but there was a sharpened edge behind his words."Because they are not loyal. They never were. T
Chapter 74: External forces at work.
Inside the private council chamber of Nubrisa, the atmosphere was thick—not with celebration or ceremony, but with the cold weight of impending doom and it's consequence.The chamber, a domed sanctum carved from pale moonstone and veined with gold-etched runes, was typically reserved for diplomatic rituals and highborn ceremonies. But today, it held tension instead of tradition.Golden sunlight streamed through the enchanted glass windows above, casting shifting patterns of celestial light onto a long, crescent-shaped obsidian table. Around it sat five figures, each cloaked in regal robes stitched with ancient sigils and woven thread symbols of the Great Houses of Nubrisa.Their faces were composed, but their eyes were sharp. Watching. Measuring.At the center, seated at the head of the crescent, was Morris Valthorne, Lord Chancellor of House Valthorne, and the man often whispered about as the quiet architect of Nubrisa's foreign influence. Al tactician, as much as a noble.He held
Chapter 75: We need to be careful in our dealings.
Norris let the silence stretch, letting the weight of uncertainty hang in the room like a slow-moving fog. Then, with deliberate calm, he leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table, fingers lightly interlocked. His eyes—sharp and calculating—scanned the chamber."So then," he said, his voice measured but firm, "the real question isn't whether Axon is worth saving."He paused."It's what we demand in return."A low murmur stirred at the edge of the council table—but before anyone could speak further, Lady Myra raised her hand with a graceful flick, silencing the room. Her tone was serene, but laced with steel."Why are we so eager to talk about terms," she said, her voice cutting through the murmurs like a dagger through silk. "Does anyone here actually believe we can help Axon in his current state?"Her gaze swept across the table, unflinching. The room fell still, the other nobles holding their tongues."Let's be honest with ourselves," she continued, folding her hands in
Chapter 76: It's about time.
Inside the dimly lit royal library, the scent of old parchment and aged wood lingered in the air.The morning sun filtered through stained-glass windows, casting colorful patterns across the rows of towering shelves. Amidst the silence, Prince Arthur sat alone at one of the long mahogany tables, his posture relaxed but his mind sharp.A single envelope lay in front of him, the wax seal already broken. His gloved fingers ran across the crisp paper as he unfolded it carefully.His eyes moved over the words slowly, absorbing every detail.It read thus:Your Royal Highness, Prince Arthur Tudor,From what I have observed, it seems increasingly unlikely that any of the noble factions from other nations will continue their support towards the Crimson shield cartel. At the beginning, several noble houses from Nubrisa discreetly sent spies and small reinforcements, providing logistical aid and intelligence.However, over the past few weeks, those very spies have been recalled, and all visib
Chapter 77: The hunt begins.
The third night after Commander Keith received the sealed letter bearing Prince Arthur’s personal crest, the operation began.Darkness blanketed Mordor’s lower district like a burial shroud. A thick fog curled along the cobblestones, seeping between alleyways and archways like a living thing. The three moons hung behind a veil of clouds, offering a little bit of light, and every torch in the vicinity had been extinguished hours ago.Not a whisper came from the streets.No laughter.No footsteps.Not even the sound of a wounded stray dog.Because this part of the district had been emptied.Commander Keith stood atop a sloped slate rooftop, the city sprawled beneath him in eerie stillness. His black combact uniform—trimmed with silver and marked with the crest of the Law enforcement agency—fluttered softly in the cold breeze. His eyes, trained and focused, stared down at the target: a squat, unassuming warehouse nestled between a crumbling butcher’s shop and a shuttered apothecary.
Chapter 78: The fall of the Crimson shield gang 1.
CRACK.The entrance burst inward, the door splintering off its hinges and slamming against the stone wall inside.Steel boots stomped forward.Arms steadied under weapons, eyes watching out keenly at alert.The hunt had begun.…........Inside the warehouse, the mood shifted in an instant.Half a dozen men sat around a makeshift table, throwing dice and sipping from tarnished tin cups. A single lantern burned low in the corner, casting long, flickering shadows across the cracked stone walls. Behind them, a clutter of maps, smuggling manifests, and coded letters hung on a board nailed to old wooden beams. One man cleaned a dagger. Another calmly sharpened an axe, sparks dancing across the blade.The atmosphere had been relaxed. Loose. Careless.Until now....."Hey… what was that noise?" Tyler muttered, straightening in his seat. He frowned toward the corridor, eyes narrowing.One of the younger lackeys—a scrawny, pale man barely out of boyhood—stopped mid-drink. His hands trembl
Chapter 79: The fall of the Crimson shield gang 2.
Knights—tower shields raised, spears bristling—moved in perfect phalanx formation.The first clash was immediate.Axon’s vortex of flame and wind surged forward, slamming into the knights’ front line. Their shields flared with defensive tactics, holding the inferno back—but the sheer force of the impact still drove them a step backward."Hold the line!" a royal knight captain bellowed.A royal knight suddenly pulled back, releasing his spear in full force that streaked toward Axon. Tyler reacted without hesitation, slamming his staff down. A jagged wall of stone erupted from the floor, the spear shattering against it with a sharp crack.A Crimson shield water soccerer finished her own chant, sending a cresting wave into the royal knights. A knight countered back, blasting it apart mid-air, the water scattering into harmless mist.Steel met steel as knights rushed the breach.Swords clanged, shields slammed, and sparks lit the gloom.A royal knight’s blade grazed Tyler’s arm as he
Chapter 80: Fall of the Crimson gang 3.
For a fleeting moment, Crimson shield surged forward again, their fighters rallying behind the devastating spell work of their leaders. Steel rang louder, voices roared, and for that heartbeat in time, it felt as if they might push the invaders back. But that surge didn’t last. The royal forces recovered with brutal speed. Shield walls reformed, sealing the gap Axon’s magic had torn open. Orders rang out, crisp and unshaken, rising in a unified, pounding rhythm. Bit by bit, they slammed into Crimson shield’s front. A hail of arrows shredded through a knight’s armor, dropping him where he stood. Another batch flew across the room, striking two magicians mid-chant, their bodies convulsing before they crumpled. Tyler spun, his staff intercepting a sword aimed at his back. The impact jolted up his arms, but before he could counter, a shield smashed into his side, sending him sprawling across the stone floor. He rolled, coughing, the metallic taste of blood floating in his