The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 452

Episode 452. Multi-casting mana hearts (2)

“If you were asking about the number of multi-mana hearts, as of now, there are 256.”

“….”

What did I hear? Could it be that my eardrums and cochlea are causing a lot of human error right now?

Rakiel unconsciously suppressed the feeling of wanting to find an XL size cotton swab. And then he asked Damian again.

“2.56?”

“There are 256.”

“how?”

“That’s it.”

“….”

It’s true.

Should I say it’s ridiculous? Or should we be surprised by this guy’s unexpected genius?

‘The main character’s buff is really…’

Even though I heard Damian correct me, I didn’t feel it. This may be because the results were far beyond what was expected. For example, how does it feel to see that the payment amount is 1.2 billion won even though you just put a full tank of gas in your compact car at a gas station?

“No, but does that make sense?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“how?”

“It’s already come true.”

“So, how did you suddenly have 256 multi-mana hearts? “And that in just over a month.”

In fact, wouldn’t this be news that would make a gaunt Margrave sigh and open a bottle of soju in silence when he hears it? If I were him, I think that would be enough. He trained hard his whole life and became proud of having 10 mana hearts, but someone else showed off his deceitful spirit of owning a whopping 256 mana hearts after just one month of cram training.

“Perhaps there was a secret?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

The black-haired escort took a moment to gather his thoughts and then spoke.

“The secret is… division.”

“split?”

“yes.”

Nod your head.

Damian suddenly remembered something that happened about a month ago. It had been a while since I came to the royal capital of Harmion following the crown prince. Even at that time, he was deeply troubled.

“It was a concern about multi-manahat. We wanted to increase our numbers. I wanted to strengthen the multitasking skills I acquired thanks to the Margrave. Only then will the swordsmanship to control blood sugar be completed and you will no longer be a burden to Your Majesty.”

“Hey, no one considers you a burden….”

“I won’t lose, but I felt that way myself.”

“…Is that so?”

“yes.”

It was true.

Damn diabetes.

I haven’t had a single day of peaceful sleep since I contracted this horrible disease. guilty? Pathetic? Rather, it was every day when I felt a crushing sense of helplessness.

The sword’s power was cut in half.

My body didn’t move like before.

The decline in skills is so clearly felt.

That feeling was called self-destruction, and it was gradually eating away at my heart. Like a corner of a rotten apple. As if the rotten parts were gradually spreading like a contagious disease. I had to suffer from doubts and doubts about myself.

“I thought that if things continued like this, I would lose my value as a prosecutor. “I was anxious and nervous.”

“But you safely installed the Multi Mana Heart, right?”

“There were only about two.”

A bitter smile appeared on Damian’s lips as he recalled that time.

“Multi Manahat. It was good at first. I thought I had finally paved the way for me to regain my role. But it didn’t take long to realize that it was a hasty cheer. “That illusion was shattered in the process of dealing with the Bone Dragon, Lord Tusik.”

It was true.

Two multi mana hearts.

With that, I could only use the sword technique that consumes blood sugar twice.

“In the end, it was nothing more than a mobile, two-shot autonomous sword launcher. “Me until then.”

“So you were desperately clinging to it? “To develop multi-manahat?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“And I finally found it.”

“It was a coincidence mixed with luck.”

A slightly proud feeling appeared in Damian’s bitter smile.

“It was a month ago. It was around the time when His Majesty began to strip the three princes. That day too, I stayed by His Majesty’s side all day, and after His Majesty fell asleep, I handed over guard duties to Mr. Sergius and Sir Frandel and went down to the backyard of the annex.”

“Training alone?”

“yes. But it didn’t work out. No matter what we did, there was no sign of the number of Manahats increasing. Even if it were possible, I was sure it would take a very long time. “It’s like the Margrave of Asrahan who worked his entire life but only managed to get 10 manahats.”

“You must have been nervous.”

“So I guess I was swinging my sword at random without realizing it, as if I was venting my anger.”

“You… said that?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Damian nods obediently.

It was a bit unexpected that he did that.

I don’t know about other times, but when he’s holding a sword, he’s more cool-headed than anyone else. A guy like that got so angry for a moment that he lost his temper and started randomly swinging his sword in the air. Even while listening, I couldn’t imagine it well.

Damian’s words continued.

“Then I discovered it by chance. “The leaves of an unknown weed on the floor were split open by the sword I swung at random.”

“That was… a clue to enlightenment?”

“yes. The leaf was split in the center so precisely that I wanted to hang it in a picture frame. “Thanks to you, I was shocked to see it split in two.”

“no way.”

“Did you guess?”

“Uh… the number of fissions has increased, what is this?”

“You are correct.”

Damian smiled faintly.

This is why I like my lord.

Because the story goes well.

He said, recalling what happened at that time.

“I thought. Maybe I was being stubborn in the wrong direction. So, I just thought, ‘I need to increase the number.’”

It was true.

From then on, the direction changed.

The training method also changed.

To begin with, he had never received any formal swordsmanship training. Now, it occurred to me that even if I wielded the sword elegantly alone, there was no way I would be properly trained.

“So I went to the Harmion Guard’s training ground.”

Only in practice.

A real battle in which swords clash with swords, tighten your chest as if your breath is cut off, and only survive and overcome the onslaught of your opponent’s attacks. The answer lies in practice. With only that thought in mind, I went to the Royal Guard.

The first time was a light application for public affairs.

The knights of the Royal Guard did not refuse either. No, it was a welcoming tone. It was natural. His name was also spread here in Harmion. Thanks to this, I was able to easily clash swords with the royal guard.

And with all his might, he destroyed the Royal Guard knight in the shortest possible time and in the most effective way. at a whack. Without any room for counterattack. To the point where I felt futility and shame.

No recognition was given.

In the first place, he was someone who had never done a gentle conversation that was considerate of the other person. That was natural. But the royal knights did not take it for granted.

they protested.

I wonder if it’s too much to fracture his wrist with just one blow, even though it’s just a dance.

Protests were answered with swords instead of words.

He pointed to the next opponent.

It was a clear provocation.

It was from then on.

“We started fighting endlessly. It was a series of one-on-one battles. It had to be that way. “Because the pride of the Royal Guard knights on the scene at the time was seriously damaged.”

Fight and fight again.

Compete and compete again.

Won and won again.

However, the knights of Harmion were also formidable. They tried to regain their self-esteem, which had been damaged by repeated defeats. I didn’t give up. Everyone came forward, from the lowest squire to the knight commander.

“That’s why I competed with you until I had to draw a number and wait.”

“That’s right. Thanks to this, we were able to successfully divide seven times.”

“Seven… times?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Damian nodded.

Suddenly, I remembered the time when the first division was successful.

It was the moment when I clashed with the fifth challenger. My blood sugar fluctuated and I suddenly felt dizzy. I endured it. I held on, promising myself that I would not collapse even if I had to die. I barely got through it. Then, a reward-like achievement was received.

Manahat, exhausted from the extreme abuse, convulsed. The flow of mana became tangled. Into a mess. Like coughing up blood. Like being squeezed.

And it was torn to pieces.

“That was the first division. “The two manahats… doubled to four, exactly.”

“double? no way.”

“yes. “Every time there is division.”

In the second division, from four to eight. Next, from eight to sixteen. Then it was torn into 16 to 32 pieces.

“In this way, a total of seven divisions were achieved. Thanks to this, the two Manahats were divided into 256.”

“What is that…”

“Just as Your Highness can’t believe it, I couldn’t believe it at first either. But there was one thing that became clear. “The secret to division is mistreatment.”

“hey.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“Ordinary people don’t just become stronger or develop if they are overworked like you, right?”

“I know.”

“Ugh, I’m even more unlucky for answering like that.”

“sorry.”

“What am I sorry for?”

Rachiel ended up laughing out loud. After listening to it all, on the one hand I understood it, but on the other hand I was dumbfounded.

‘After realizing that mana hearts should be divided rather than increased, I added a little overuse as a seasoning, and multi-mana hearts just increased like cell division? ‘What is this?’

If I had written something like this in a novel, I would probably have been criticized a lot.

It’s a main character correction scam.

But what can I do?

The result before our eyes is not fiction, but reality.

‘Still… I’m glad.’

On the one hand, I was relieved.

256 multi manahatra.

Honestly, I thought that if you had just five things, you could almost overcome type 1 diabetes. But there are a whopping 256. This wasn’t just about overcoming it, it was like using diabetes as a stepping stone to reach an even more transcendent level.

To give a rough example, I was dropped into a 3 meter deep pool, and as I felt the danger of drowning, I kicked the bottom of the pool and jumped. I jumped over the top of Everest and landed after giving a high five to the satellite.

“Well, whatever. “So, have you decided on a name?”

“…yes?”

“The name. “The name of the new multi-manahat method you created.”

“Do you mean the name of Simbeop?”

“uh.”

Damian asked back as if he was dumbfounded.

A bright smile came out at that sight.

“Then you will continue to practice blood sugar control! Are you going to use it like this?”

“….”

“That’s a bit of a naming, isn’t it?”

“no. “I didn’t really think about giving it a name.”

“why?”

“Because it’s childish.”

“….”

His point is sharper than expected. Thanks to this, I had no choice but to swallow back the name I had been thinking of giving to the new mental method I had in mind.

‘I was wondering if I should call it the Cayenne Simbeop. Okay, that’s it.’

There’s nothing I can do if you’re not that good.

No matter what anyone says, you are the real protagonist of this world.

“Then let’s go.”

Rachiel looked around the messed up training ground and said.

Damien immediately came next to me.

“I will take you there.”

“Tsk. “Do you know where you’re going?”

“Do you need to know?”

“Is there nothing?”

“yes. “I just follow wherever your highness goes.”

“What if I go to a strange place?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“…I see.”

“yes.”

Before you know it, the guy is smiling a smile similar to this one.

When I saw that, I felt a little bit more real.

Now it is time to return to the villa.