The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 476

Episode 476 What the King of Hell saw through (2)

“Damien Cayenne. “Today, through my confrontation with you, I have identified the existence of the second incurable disease that the Demon King will bring upon you.”

Javiel, the King of Hell, spoke in a voice that was not disturbed even by a single breath.

Damian was inwardly surprised.

A second incurable disease.

I knew it would come someday, but I didn’t know I would hear it from the mouth of the King of Hell.

“What is that?”

“Would you understand if I told you?”

“…yes?”

“Damien Cayenne. “Do you have any knowledge of medicine?”

“Uh…”

“If I tell you the symptoms and mechanism of the incurable disease that will come your way, will you be able to understand what it means medically?”

“Ah…”

“Also, can we prepare medically and appropriately prepare for it?”

“Ah…”

“So…”

“Ah… stop…”

“Hmm?”

“Stop hitting me.”

“….”

“Now I see that the tongue is more powerful than the sword, the King of Hell.”

“Hmm, sorry.”

“it’s okay.”

“Are you by any chance hurt?”

“It doesn’t spoil easily at this level.”

Damian responded, trying to soothe his slightly puffy face. And I grumbled inwardly.

I think the King of Hell’s words are a bit crueler than I thought. He was just curious about what kind of incurable disease the Demon King would face in the future. That’s why I asked. Was it really necessary to embarrass me like that? Did they even have to do it two or three times to confirm the kill?

However, as a being with a genius talent, he shook off the bitter wound(?) that had come for a while. And he said it as if nothing had happened.

“Thanks to continuing to hire people who are much more adept at breaking people’s hearts with words.”

“Is it the crown prince you serve?”

“Yes that’s right.”

“Are his remarks a bit harsh?”

“It would be a bit disappointing to criticize it with only harsh words.”

“It seems like you tend to speak harshly.”

“It would be nice if I just did it alone.”

“Are you playing around on a regular basis?”

“You know very well. “Just like you’ve experienced it.”

“I’ve experienced it…yes.”

“…yes?”

Damian looked at the King of Hell.

The King of Hell, who had been walking a couple of steps ahead, suddenly stopped. Thanks to this, a glimpse of the King of Hell had a wry smile on his face.

“I’ve had someone similar to me before.”

“If the King of Hell serves…”

“Did you guess?”

“yes. Roughly speaking. It’s impossible not to know Lloyd Frontera. “It is a name that everyone in Magentano has heard at least once.”

“okay. that’s right. “His speech was similar to that of the master you served.”

“Is that so.”

“Hmm. “I would say it was terrible.”

“Is that not only your speech but also your behavior…?”

“Your lord too?”

“…yes.”

“Whew. also.”

“Whew…”

Habiel and Damian sighed as they suddenly felt a sense of kinship or common sense of illness(?) blooming.

And we walked side by side. It was accompanied by an inescapable, primal grumble about the person he served.

“It gets a little crazy sometimes. No, I think he’s a little crazy. “At first, I couldn’t get used to it.”

“Hmm. “From my experience, I don’t think it’s a matter of getting used to it or not just because time passes.”

“What does that mean?”

“Damien Cayenne. “It means that the thought that you have adapted may be a self-perceived illusion.”

“yes? No way…”

“Because I did that.”

“….”

“I emphasize again, it’s not a matter of adaptation. Let me think about it. “What must a person do to adapt to a crazy person who lacks common sense?”

“Should we go crazy together?”

“yes. But you don’t seem to be that crazy.”

“thank you.”

“It’s unfortunate.”

“Yes… of course.”

“To be honest, I’d be happy if I didn’t do anything crazy.”

“That’s right. What can I say when you push it like it’s a very natural thing…”

“It’s even shameless.”

“But if you look closely, humans themselves are not bad, so I can’t say anything about them.”

“I agree. “That’s the point that makes people crazy.”

“you’re right. It really feels like someone criticizes something for no reason and then they end up as trash…”

“Sometimes I even think about alcohol.”

“I’ve had a few drinks.”

“So did I.”

“But you’re not drunk, are you?”

“Of course it was impossible. “Manahart’s performance has improved so much.”

“Then what did you do?”

“Sometimes I bullied him by verbally beating him.”

“Specifically…?”

“I guess they pushed it with lookism.”

“ah.”

“Unfortunately, it looks like you can’t use that strategy.”

“…Why are you suddenly beating me with words?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. It is a habit that has become so entrenched that it cannot be erased even after 300 years. “I sincerely apologize.”

“But what can I say? “My lord is a good person.”

“is it.”

“yes. “It may not seem like his words, facial expressions or actions, but when you get to know him, he is happy to help others.”

“But I will never show off like that.”

“Maybe Lloyd, the one served by the King of Hell?”

“Hmm. “It was similar.”

“also.”

“Whoa.”

Maybe these two are in a similar situation. Javiel felt a strange pity(?) for Damian.

Damian I felt envious of Javiel, who graduated from all those difficult(?) years.

And the unexpected feeling that came to both of them at the same time was a strange desire to win.

Damian said.

“Still, my master is excellent at medicine.”

“is it. “The person I served was excellent at construction.”

“Even sick people get better and run around as long as they have the touch of their lord.”

“Even rough terrain could be improved beyond recognition through his design.”

“Even if you pet a person while singing a strange song, the pain will go away.”

“Eventually, when I sang a song with all my heart, the Hell Knight of Hell would be in pain and ask me to kill him.”

“Fortunately, my lord sings normally and well. “Even though I’m terrible at drawing.”

“At least the person I hired drew the design drawings with great precision. “The song was like something you would hear in a nightmare.”

“My lord is good at putting people to sleep. “When I receive Chuna therapy, my tense muscles naturally relax.”

“My child was also good at putting people to sleep. “Muttering strange formulas.”

“The best among them is Lego building skills.”

“The best among them was the shovel striking technique.”

“If I hurt somewhere, they apply medicine.”

“When I couldn’t sleep, he sang me a lullaby.”

“My lord is on active duty.”

“I wonder if he became an archangel.”

“My lord is secretly receiving attention from the opposite sex. “The princess of Amboise.”

“I also secretly received it… No. “Ugh, I lost this one.”

“Whew. thank you.”

“Hmm. “Don’t say anything.”

Damien and Javiel had similar colored smiles on their lips. And the two felt the same pity as they looked at each other.

It’s truly pitiful that that person happened to serve someone who got hit on by someone who wasn’t even in his family’s name. But I think that’s just who I am.

As we walked and talked, we found ourselves in the King of Hell’s office.

Hell King Haviel said.

“Then, let’s take a look at what your master, whom you boast so much about, is doing.”

Tsusssss…!

Haviel’s mana moved.

A large monitor hung on one wall of the office was operated by magical power. And the current appearance of the target pointed by the King of Hell’s will was displayed on the screen.

It was Rachiel. He was shouting at people. With a strange hard hat on his head. With a pickaxe in his hand.

“….”

“….”

Javiel and Damian gulped down a mouthful of synchronized absurdity. And then they asked each other:

“Does that look like a construction outfit?”

“It seems like that. “What is going on?”

“Let’s watch a little more.”

Hell King Haviel expanded the observation range. Then, the size of Rakiel on the screen became smaller. That’s how clearly I could see the surrounding scenery at a glance.

That scene was….

“It looks like construction.”

“It looks like a tower is being built.”

“It’s a tower. No way…”

“I think you guessed right.”

“Until four days ago, we were successfully treating almost the last group of patients, but now, if you are talking about building a tower out of nowhere, that… you are building a tower to publicize your achievements. Am I right?”

“Maybe?”

“…Why are all Koreans like that?”

“I do not know.”

“ha.”

“Whoa.”

In the end, sighs of the same temperature came out from the mouths of the King of Hell and the King of Demon World.

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“Whoa.”

A sigh comes out of my mouth.

No, this is a lament rather than a sigh.

“Construction is never easy.”

Rakiel grumbled as he wiped the sweat flowing through his hard hat.

He looked back at the construction site, completely unaware that the King of Hell and Damian were watching him at this moment.

A place where ambulance clinics were located until two days ago. Tusik and Urus A fairly tall tower was being built in the center of the place where countless warhorses ran in place and sweated.

The purpose of construction was clear.

It was to preserve and publicize his achievements(?) for a long time.

‘Of course advertising is important!’

It is true.

When you have done something good, you should spread the word throughout the neighborhood. Otherwise? Nobody knows.

What good deeds has this side done? No one will know what great results have been achieved. Wouldn’t it be such a waste then?

‘It’s a waste. I’m going crazy because it’s such a waste. So, we must actively make people aware of the good deeds done by the left hand so that not only the right hand but also the toes next door and the duodenal villus are aware of them. That’s what advertising is.’

Rachiel looked up at the tower with rewarding eyes. Then, I suddenly remembered my time in Korea. It was a time when his Oriental medicine clinic was gradually going bankrupt.

I felt a sense of crisis. I didn’t want to fail. They worked hard to advertise. Flyers were distributed at nearby shopping malls. It was no use. Still, I continued.

Later, because he had no money to give to part-time flyers, he handed out flyers himself. Of course, it still didn’t help. No, I only had to feel more misery.

“….”

Let’s stop tracing sad memories.

For now, let’s just focus on the present.

“So what is the most important thing now!”

“safety! most!”

Rakiel suppressed the thoughts that came to his mind for a moment and put on his hard hat. And he encouraged the workers who were in the midst of constructing an advertising monument.

The nervous workers responded with loud shouts as they watched the crown prince sweating and basking in the scorching sun at the construction site.

Days of sweat passed like that.

As one, two, five, or ten days passed, the area around the monument was decorated. Grass and flowers were planted at the location where the ambulance clinic was centered around the tower, and a marble memorial stone was erected.

Many names were engraved on the memorial stone.

The names of village chief Ivorjak Ezian, an elderly person suffering from COPD, and countless other victims that we can never and should not forget were inscribed.

Without leaving out a single person. So that not a single person’s existence can be easily buried.

promotion?

advertisement?

I don’t know.

If the existence of those who sacrificed their unfortunate deaths can be remembered for a long time, even if only by relying on such an excuse, wouldn’t that already be meaningful?

‘Right? Everyone.’

Looking at the memorial park built on one side of the villa garden that was finally completed, Rachiel cherished those who had passed away deep in her heart.

The sound announcing the reward message rang quietly in his ears.