The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 525

Episode 525 Putting our heads together and gathering wisdom (1),

“So Jim lost his bedroom.”

“….”

“So let’s stay like this for a while.”

“….”

“Is this burden burdensome?”

“….”

yes.

I feel so burdened.

Rachiel almost revealed her honest feelings without any filtering.

But just before that, he managed to stop. Instead, he spoke with a smile that had a politeness filter on.

“I am fine, Your Majesty.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Are you sure it was okay to share Jim’s temporary bed in your bedroom?”

“Of course, Your Majesty.”

“Heh heh heh heh!”

“….”

This guy is really burdensome.

No, I understand that his bedroom was taken away by the Dragon King. Then you can use the other bedroom. There are a ton of spare bedrooms in the imperial palace. Did they even come all the way to the villa and break into our bedroom to do this?

“Actually… can I be a little honest with you?”

In the end, Rakiel couldn’t bear it anymore and slowly let out his luck. And he looked closely at the emperor’s gaze. Fortunately, the emperor was still smiling and smiling.

“It’s an honest story. “You are always welcome.”

“Yes, Seong-eun is devastated. “Actually, since I heard that His Majesty is staying with me in my bedroom, something that concerns me comes to mind.”

“Don’t worry. “What are you worried about?”

“Actually, I tend to grind my teeth quite a bit at night.”

“It’s okay. “Jim is insensitive to noise.”

“I also tend to toss and turn a lot.”

“That’s okay too. “Jim also has a dull nerve.”

“I fart often.”

“As expected, it’s okay. “I have no sense of smell.”

“….”

Oh, I’m really going crazy.

Rachiel said as she felt her head pounding.

“However, I am sensitive to noise, my nerves are sharp, and my sense of smell is also keen.”

“…Hmm, does this mean that if Jim grinds his teeth, tosses and turns, and farts in his sleep, he will have trouble sleeping?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Hmm, I guess it’s inconvenient for Jim to stay here with us.”

“It’s not that uncomfortable…”

“No?”

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“When I turn over, Damien wakes up reflexively. It comes from the habit of living as an escort for a long time. Now, even though I try to stop him from doing that, he doesn’t seem to be able to do it the way he wants.”

“Hmm, so what you’re saying is that if you lose sleep because of your luggage, Sir Cayenne will automatically wake up and you won’t be able to sleep properly, which could worsen your lung cancer?”

“That’s right, Your Majesty. That is my only concern.”

Rachiel nodded with honest feelings. It was just as he said.

Aside from the fact that it was uncomfortable and burdensome for the emperor to stay in the bedroom with him, every time he tossed and turned in his sleep, Damien would wake up reflexively and his eyes would flash. That was the problem.

“Sufficient sleep and rest are the most important things for patients. However, if Damian, the most important patient in the current situation, cannot sleep because of me and Your Majesty, wouldn’t it be completely useless to all people?”

“Hmm…”

The emperor’s expression, which had been bright the whole time, became heavy.

Probably disappointed.

But I can’t help it.

Because I am not your real son. No, because you shouldn’t carelessly treat him like a son and make a fuss about him. Because that would be deceiving you. Because it would be such a shameless thing to do.

So, I…

“I earnestly ask Your Majesty to look into my advice with great magnanimity and wise judgment.”

I have no choice but to push you away like this. I have no choice but to ignore your kindness in trying to strengthen my bond with my son.

Was it thanks to that?

The emperor nodded heavily.

“…okay. I understand what you mean. “Jim’s thoughts were short-lived.”

“I truly apologize.”

“no. Jim knew very well that there was nothing he could do. So, we need to come up with an alternative. The burden has been decided. “I will stay in the next room, not your bedroom.”

“…yes?”

“I guess that’s okay since there’s a wall blocking it, right?”

“….”

“If you do it, let me know.”

The emperor glanced left and right. The emperor’s guards, the imperial palace knights, who received the glance, moved in perfect order.

The moving items that were brought with them, no, the emperor’s personal pillow, blanket, and pajamas, were quickly and accurately repacked.

And like a swarm of ants in midsummer, they moved one after another to the next room. With that, the emperor’s ambitious move was completed.

This was after barely eliminating the emperor’s threat(?). By that time, the temporary lodging arrangement and move-in of the numerous races brought by the Dragon King had been completed.

In addition, a full-fledged lung cancer treatment research project began.

“Well, nice to meet you. “This is Raquiel Adria Magentano.”

The main hall of the vast and magnificent imperial palace.

Rachiel bowed to the numerous race representatives gathered there. Of course, he did not waste time and effort on rhetoric that went beyond self-introduction.

“I’m not going to say thank you right now for coming together like this. There are much more important things to do now. “Then, first, please look at the documents in front of each of you.”

…Sarak.

The King of Amboise and Harmion looked through the documents. The elf elder suffering from presbyopia narrowed his eyes. The King of the Myoin tribe flicked the documents with his glutinous rice cake-like paw.

The orc chief had to desperately relax his forearms to avoid tearing the document due to his excessively strong grip. Many other races also read the documents.

Rachiel’s explanation pierced their ears.

“As you can see, this is a document that roughly outlines what the Demon King is aiming for and how he plans to kill Damian, and what we must overcome.”

“…Lung cancer?”

“A disease in which the body’s tissues proliferate uncontrollably, devouring nutrients, and eventually go on strike, robbing the original organs of their intended role and leading to the body’s death?”

“Kwiik! If your lungs fail, you can’t breathe! “If you can’t breathe, you’ll lose muscle!”

“What kind of terrible disease is this?”

The King of Harmion was shocked.

The elf elder clicked his tongue.

The Orc chief was frightened, and the Myoin king’s tail fur puffed up.

“So, does this mean that if you don’t treat lung cancer, your bodyguard Damian will die and the Demon King lurking inside him will descend to this world with his full power?”

“That is correct, Lord of Vampire.”

“Wouldn’t it be better to make him a vampire?”

“yes?”

What does this mean again?

Vampire Lord Hildert said with a serious face.

“I don’t know if you know this, but our vampire race is immune to most diseases that afflict humans. Lung cancer? That doesn’t even happen. No, even if it gets caught, there is no problem. “There is no problem in living even if you don’t breathe.”

“So you’re saying you’re going to bite Damian and turn him into a vampire?”

“yes. But I don’t bite.”

“Oh really?”

“Let me bite you gently. “It hurts less.”

“….”

“How is it?”

“…dismissed.”

Rakiel shook his head.

“As Rod said, it is true that if you become a vampire, you will be immune to most diseases, but you will also have fatal weaknesses. Moreover, strictly speaking, Damian is not an ordinary human like me, but an artificial life form created by the Demon King. Even if you are bitten by the Lord, we cannot guarantee that you will become a normal vampire.”

“Tsk, I guess so.”

“yes. “It would be good to keep in mind the method Rod suggested as a last resort.”

“but. There is no need to resort to extreme measures from the beginning. “What you say is right.”

Lord Hildert agreed to what we said.

Then Orc Warchief Karosh raised his hand.

“Progressive overload squeak!”

“…yes?”

“According to the contents of this document, Damien was sick because a tumor called a tumor had developed in his lung. “Is that right?”

“you’re right.”

“Then all you have to do is gradually increase the weight of the tumor and practice breathing!”

“….”

“It’s about stretching out your breathing muscles to the end! And eat a lot of meat! Exclude grains, sweet foods, and fatty foods! Then, the tumor gets bigger and heavier every day! All you have to do is breathe hard every time and relax your breathing muscles again! Then you will become stronger, kkuik!”

“Wouldn’t that make the tumor stronger?”

“Anyway, I’m getting stronger!”

“…dismissed.”

Rakiel sighed deeply.

The next person to raise his hand was Mohitan, the chieftain of the Centaur race.

“Excuse me, I will ask the human prince. “What happens to Sir Damien’s zero hundred when he suffers from lung cancer?”

“…yes?”

“Don’t you know zero hundred?”

“Uh… Are you sure you mean the time it takes to hit 100 km/h from a standstill?”

“That’s correct.”

“….”

This isn’t some kind of car YouTuber.

But whether this side was absurd or not, the centaur chieftain continued to ask questions.

“About 5 seconds?”

“Uh… I think it would be possible if I use all of Reversa’s mind techniques and multi-mana hearts, right?”

“What about 3 seconds?”

“I don’t know about that.”

“Then how about trying to capture 3 seconds?”

“Why?”

“I heard that according to the legend of our people, centaurs are the fastest runners, faster than the wind, and are safe from all diseases and injuries. “This is because bad spirits that bring illness and misfortune cannot follow.”

“….”

“So, tell Sir Damian Cayenne to start running practice right away…”

“Dismissed.”

Rakiel lowered his head. Even the Mermaid Queen’s subsequent comments were enough to send him into a deeper abyss of despondency.

“If you’re going to lose the use of your lungs, how about making gills instead?”

“…dismissed.”

ha.

Going crazy.

I had some expectations because it was a situation where representatives of each race had gathered. I was a little looking forward to seeing if there would be a novel way to break this stereotype. But I don’t think so.

The more I listen, the more superstitious people shake their heads, hand in hand, climbing over the wall, and showing off their faces like hyenas stamping their way to work on Monday morning.

‘Ha life really.’

I feel like my soul is being mixed up to the core!

Now my expectations are fading away.

Was that why? He thought as he looked at the Myoin king raising his glutinous rice cake-like hand.

At times like this, it would be better to figure out a way alone. Otherwise, it would be faster to recruit renowned doctors from around the world.

And as expected, the Myoin king’s opinion is…

“Human Rakielnyang? If you look at the document here, it says that lung cancer is difficult to treat with potions and even more difficult to treat with surgery. But if it’s difficult to open the chest and perform surgery, shouldn’t the person doing the surgery be as small as a flea and go into the body?”

“…yes?”

“When you have fleas, it itches.” But it’s hard to catch. I think tumors feel the same way. So, if it becomes as small as a flea, I think I will be able to cleanly cut out the lump, whether a tumor or something else.”

“Haha…. Yes, that’s right. But what should I do? “I don’t really have the talent to make myself or anyone else that small.”

Rakiel stopped laughing helplessly.

In fact, what the Myoin king said was not entirely impossible. Microbot. If there was that kind of sophisticated technology, it could be seen as a realm of possibility.

But this is not a high-tech world. It is an eco-friendly world in itself where beacons and carriages still live, not to mention microbots.

Rakiel said with a bitter smile.

“If I had the talent to become small like you said, it would have been possible, but unfortunately…”

“I think it’s possible?”

“…yes?”

A suddenly cut waist.

A voice suddenly interrupted.

Rachiel turned to the direction where the voice came from. A soft sofa was placed on one side of the conference room. There, I saw the Dragon King Berkis lying sprawled out like under-dried laundry.

He spoke with a sleepy look on his face that looked as if he was going to sneeze at any moment.

“I can do a magic that reduces a person to the size of a flea.”

“….”

“Is that easy?”

“….”

uh.

Is this real money?