The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 395

Episode 395 Pestilence Family (1) Dismissal

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This is by no means revenge.

When I was rolled around by His Highness the Crown Prince, the soles of my feet were sore and sore, as if they had been disassembled into pieces and then kindly reassembled, but it was by no means like this because of the harsh ordeal back then.

This is all loyalty to His Majesty! Loyalty that boils desperately! Single-minded! Only Your Majesty! hurray!

With that feeling, the Margrave raised his stern gaze.

And said.

“majesty. Sir Damien Cayenne is a man willing to give his all as your royal guard.”

“Well, that’s right.”

“Yes, Your Highness. So, how dare I take on the task of teaching Multi Manahat to Sir Damian Kayen lightly?”

“So you’re going to treat Damien properly? for me?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“This is by no means revenge for sole training, but pure loyalty and loyalty?”

“Of course, Your Highness.”

“So you will enjoy it as much as Damian suffers?”

“The answer is correct, Your Majesty.”

“Why are you happy?”

“Of course, I am confident that your future will become more secure as Sir Cayenne suffers.”

“Oh my. yes. “I guess so.”

“That’s right. “When I think about that future, I can’t help but smile.”

“oh my. Thank you so much. “It makes me laugh too.”

“I’m glad you understand my feelings, Your Majesty. Ahahahahaha.”

“yes? ha ha ha.”

“Yes hahahahaha.”

“….”

Stop it, you crazy people.

Damian, who was watching the conversation between Rachiel and the Margrave, let out a soft sigh. Honestly, I can’t watch it anymore. It was because the insides of the two humans were clearly visible.

In the end, he spoke with a half-resigned feeling.

“Then can I start training right away?”

“why? “Our Lord Cayenne, are you already feeling the need to be bullied?”

“Of course…”

“Ah. I have to do it. Of course we should start right away. It seems like the Margrave wants that too. yes?”

“Of course, Your Highness.”

The Margrave nodded, burning his desire for revenge… or rather, his firm loyalty in a strange(?) direction.

“If you come here, Your Highness. We will start teaching the Multi Mana Heart technique right now, so if you don’t mind…”

“Ah, do you want me to leave?” of course.”

Rakiel shrugged his shoulders.

After all, multi-manahat is an art of the Asrahan family. The person who decided to learn it was Damien. So it would be right for him to step down at this point.

“But anyway, I was just running over after eating breakfast. “Flow is important when it comes to meals, right?”

“I would like to express my deepest gratitude for your consideration.”

“What is gratitude? Instead, please raise our Sir Cayenne reliably.”

“Please just leave it to me.”

Rachiel left the dance hall while being greeted by the Margrave. The Margrave did not raise his head until the crown prince’s appearance had completely disappeared. Damian also gazed endlessly at the crown prince’s back. And I thought quietly. I haven’t had breakfast yet either.

However, the road to learning is long and arduous, and sometimes there is no blood, tears, or even breakfast.

“Sir Damian Cayenne? Are you ready to learn?”

The voice of the Margrave is heard solemnly.

Instead of answering, Damian held the hilt of his sword.

Margrave Damian.

A rough, silent spark flew from the gazes of the two men clashing against each other.

♣

Quacheok!

Sparks flew.

Warlock Kenos opened his eyes wide as he struggled to capture the intense flash of light in his retina.

‘I…I…’

But there is nothing to see. I can’t see anything. All that is visible in the blurred and blurred vision is the dance of hopeless silhouettes.

Black and blue.

Red and black.

Sometimes flesh-colored lumps.

He waved his gray and blonde hair pathetically.

no. In fact, is it not swinging, but twitching? Probably so. like me. No matter how hard you try, you can’t escape. My whole body is engulfed in burning pain. There is no way we can do anything but tread the path of death.

‘I… hehe… I…’

was a warlock who commanded the southeast. It was the fear of a living being. There was no one who dared compare to him in terms of possession and necromancy. He was someone who had dark ambitions, following the will of a long-standing school.

But how did it end up like this now? He didn’t understand it himself. It was just painful. I just couldn’t believe this moment when my entire body, from my internal organs to the very tip of my skin, was struggling with burning pain.

‘I… we…’

Fresh blood flowed between Kenos’ clenched lips. It’s dripping. I teased the tip of my chin and then tapped it. fell. At that moment, a recent memory flashed through his consciousness, which was crushed by pain.

It was like that.

I had no idea this would happen.

It was just that he and his fellow warlocks suffered for quite a long time. It was because of the crown prince. I had no idea that the crown prince would personally come to this border crossing. I even had no idea that he would personally lead a corps-level force.

My heart became anxious.

I became anxious because of their advance, which was clearly a punitive force. Even though he was a warlock who ruled the southeast, he was not stronger than Anansha, who reigned as the leader of the gathering. However, the author, the crown prince who led the army, was the one who personally punished Anansha.

Moreover, even if things go well and both the legion and the crown prince are captured, will they be able to handle the situation? no. Absolutely not. He did not even have the confidence to endure the wrath of dozens of legions, including the emperor and the entire empire.

So I was overcome with worry.

It was said that the discussion took place for several days.

What should we do? Will you fight back? Will you run away? How will we move our base? How will we raise the necessary funds?

There was only one conclusion at the end.

– Let’s surrender.

Kenos clearly remembered the remarks he made at the end of the six-day discussion. Even in his opinion, it was a wise decision. Fellow warlocks also expressed their agreement with heavy nods. It was unanimous.

But I didn’t dare to surrender right away. Surrender empty handed? To the crown prince who led the army? No matter how lucky you were, you would not be able to avoid suspicion. At best, the end of hanging awaits you.

Everyone is unanimous on that fact. okay. What we need now is a gift that will win the crown prince’s favor. A gift of a scale or propaganda effect that would suit and justify the surrender of a giant like us.

So what would be a good gift?

The answer was simple.

Actinus.

A member of the most powerful black magic that they can create together. A cursed creature. It is the crystallization of black magic that all the previous black magicians praised and cursed, and is itself a plague.

What if we turned that ancient being into a weapon of war and offered it to the crown prince as a gift of surrender? Even the crown prince couldn’t help but be surprised. I will rejoice. Your heart must be pounding at the thought of using Actinus like a hand and foot. Thanks to this, our surrender will also be recognized as sincere.

Now that the answer was available, all that remained was quick preparation. Actinus had to be completed before the crown prince leading the legion could find this hideout. I was in a hurry. Everyone clung to it, refusing to eat and even sleeping less.

And today, I finally took the final step toward completion.

however.

why.

I am.

“…Ouch… Ugh.”

Kenos’ consciousness, which had been momentarily lost in thought, returned to reality. Pain embraced him. Reason regained in a split second. My vision became as clear as my last struggle. A devastating realization.

“Ugh… Ugh! Oh don’t come! “Oh my gosh!”

Kenos sat down and crawled backwards. His fear-filled eyes looked up at the grotesque mass standing tall before him.

Actinus.

A crystal of cursed black magic. A being that uses the skeleton of a slain baby dragon as its foundation and breathes into it the darkest resentments of the five high-ranking wizards. In addition, they are members of the Plague family who have engraved the magic stone that has been passed down from generation to generation in each school into the heart of resentment.

A bizarre skeletal assembly with a head height of 10 meters stood there. Actinus took no action. Just standing there. Just standing there.

However, that was enough to lead all the warlocks, including Kenos, his creator, to death.

“…Sigh! Sigh!”

Kenos’ eyes turned white. The heart was beating violently, exceeding 200 beats per minute. On the other hand, blood pressure dropped abnormally. All red blood cells, white blood cells and platelets in the blood were destroyed in real time. The bone marrow, which had been destroyed from the basic tissue, could not produce red blood cells.

His body rapidly entered a state of multiple organ failure. My breathing became difficult. I lost consciousness. It feels like I sprinkled iron powder on my tongue. Pain as if my entire body was on fire, from the extremities to the internal organs.

An embrace with death.

At that moment when he couldn’t even utter a word, Kenos thought.

Where did it go wrong? Until this morning, I was full of hope for success. Actinus was literally close to completion. The only task ahead was to engrave the magic stone.

okay.

Magic stone.

A crystallization of the power each school of black magic received from their ancestors. On the outside, it looks like just an ordinary stone. A stone that feels warm for no reason when you hold it in your hand. However, it is said that if they are gathered together, they will be able to create a strength comparable to that of an army.

So he put it into Actinus’ body. Five magic stones from five schools were engraved in place of the heart of Actinus. One piece at a time. Step by step. Until then, there were no signs of anything abnormal. I didn’t even feel any signs of failure.

however.

I think it was the moment when the fifth and final lump was inserted into Actinus’ chest. I think it was the time when the five magic stones finally merged into one. I suddenly had the illusion that a bright blue light was filling my vision… I think so.

It was from then on.

I felt a sour taste in my mouth and a burning sensation throughout my body, as if I had been struck by lightning. Dizziness and vomiting. He was throwing up as if he was going to vomit up his internal organs, and even vomited fresh blood. I raised my head thinking that I had to get out of this place, but I despaired when I saw my colleagues who were just like me.

And like this. Dying.

“I… I… ugh… I…”

Bleeding occurred from dozens of ruptured blood vessels in the eyeball. Bloody tears wet Kenos’ face. However, his bloody tears were not even red as all his red blood cells were destroyed. It just drips down like yellowish slime. Like the last drop of life. Pop. Pop.

Ttduk….

Kenos’ neck, which had been muttering desperately while shedding yellow tears of blood, was bent downward. That was the last time. The last lineage of the insidious and dangerous black magic that once dreamed of such ambitions as to sweep the continent has been cut off from this land like a vain lingering desire.

Immediately after that, Actinus’ huge body, which had been standing still the entire time, twitched.

…coug play.

Actinus’ body shook like the first cry. Above it, the neck and head were twisted at a strange angle. Facing downwards. Watching Kenos just embrace Death. I felt an inexplicable sadness. And I realized it.

– ….

The creator is dead.

Those who created me only to live have met irreversible death because of me.

So am I sad?

Or do you feel empty?

I don’t know.

Why should I exist? Even the reason and purpose of exhaling these breaths. I don’t even know because I don’t have anyone to ask.

So should I find it?

Someone who will tell you the answer.

This person exists somewhere in the world.

Coo coo coo coo…! Quack!

Actinus, the creature who had taken care of the chaos of birth alone, quietly stepped on the bodies of his creators and headed out of the mansion.

It was the moment when an unprecedented disaster descended on the gloomy border.