The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine - Chapter 21

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 21

Episode 21. Damian Cayenne (1)

Damien Cayenne.

I have read that name hundreds or thousands of times. I saw dozens of his illustrations. It was natural. Because he is the real protagonist of this novel, ‘The Demon Sword Emperor’.

‘He is a man who overcomes countless adversities and hardships, delivers nuclear cider, and eventually becomes emperor.’

Rachiel recalled the contents of the novel.

It was a time when oriental medicine clinics were going bankrupt due to the coronavirus. So it was a time when there were no dreams, no future, no hopes, and no answers.

At that time, his only pleasure was reading novels. I couldn’t bear it otherwise. I couldn’t shake off the loneliness of the treatment room, which was deserted by people. So, to kill time, I started looking for and reading novels that I didn’t originally enjoy.

When I actually read it, it was better than I thought. Although there were sometimes works that were not to my taste, there were also works that could be called the so-called masterpieces of my life.

That was the Demon Sword Emperor.

Thanks to this, only Demon Sword Emperor continued to drive several times. I even joined the fan cafe. I also uploaded a set of settings that I organized in my own way. I sat all night long with other members, interpreting the ambiguous developments and hidden meanings of the settings in the novel.

It was thanks to that.

‘Damian I know where you are and what you’re doing right now.’

He is on the ecliptic.

With tremendous talent.

Still, without seeing the light.

Trapped in the underworld and unable to escape.

The reason was simple.

‘It’s because of the addiction that causes withdrawal symptoms.’

Harsh narcotic painkillers are keeping him tied down. Because of the bloody battles that take place every night. To endure the aftereffects of that battle. The painkillers he has to take all the time are preventing him from escaping from the underworld.

That may be the situation Damian Cayenne is experiencing at the moment.

‘Of course it is. It will continue to be like that for the next 2 or 3 months. ‘If it goes according to the original novel’s development.’

Rakiel recalled the early development of the novel Demon Sword Emperor. Damian’s situation in the beginning was bleak. But that situation soon changed.

The spark for change was the death of Crown Prince Rachiel. With the death of Crown Prince Rachiel, the situation in the imperial capital changed drastically. The 2nd prince tried to strengthen his position by receiving the title of crown prince. Crackdowns on illegal facilities and criminal organizations have been strengthened.

The influence also reached the underworld.

It was a change that could be called the butterfly effect.

Thanks to this, a chance opportunity arose for Damian. It was an opportunity to escape the underground organization that had ensnared him. That’s how he escaped his dark addiction. Crown Prince Rachiel’s death was a stroke of luck for him.

But now?

‘sorry. ‘I don’t even want to die.’

Rakiel, who was reviewing the settings, smiled bitterly. In fact, Rachiel in the novel during this period could not even walk on her own. The condition had worsened so much that I was in a situation where I had no choice but to do it tomorrow.

On the other hand, I feel much more energetic now.

Not only can you walk normally, but you can also run lightly. I don’t vomit blood in the morning and evening. Of course, I was still terminally ill, but I was confident that there were ways to extend my life expectancy in the future.

‘So it’s already changed a lot from the story at the beginning of the novel.’

What if you don’t die?

There will be no changes that occurred in the ecliptic at the beginning of the novel. The resulting butterfly effect will not spread to the underworld. There would be no luck that Damian experienced simply by ‘accident’.

This meant that there would be no opportunity for Damian to escape the dark underworld.

‘I probably won’t be able to get out of there. You won’t be able to shake off the shackles of being an addict. I’ll probably continue to break down in that state and die.’

That’s certainly true.

It’s a ridiculous and absurd result, but if you think about it, isn’t life a series of accidental butterfly effects?

‘Well, that’s it. Some people become tens of billions of millionaires thanks to Bitcoin, which they bought without thinking about 10 years ago and then forgot about. Another person made a new employee at the company cry and bought him a drink after work to soothe him… 3 years later, when he came to his senses, he was calling the new employee’s mother his mother-in-law.’

And yourself?

I became a fan of Demon Sword Emperor because of a recommendation I came across on a novel site, and I’ve been using the settings in the novel like this.

‘Anyway, if things continue the way they are now, Damian won’t be able to escape from the underworld. He may be a dazzling talent, but he’s bound to die as an addict within a few years. Even the bright future is all gone. But what if I save that guy? What if I cure addiction?’

A guy who won’t live for more than a few years.

It can allow you to grow old and die comfortably.

Life expectancy literally increases by several decades.

‘Then I also use my medical billing skills. You can receive a bonus lifespan at a 2000 to 1 ratio equal to the increased life expectancy of the guy.’

For example, what if?

What if Damian’s life expectancy increases by 50 years through this treatment?

‘A total of 600 months. As a rule of thumb, 18,000 days. What if it’s 1/2000? You can get 9 days of bonus life.’

9th.

Some might say, ‘Barely?’ But if you think about it, that’s a huge amount of time. Would this group be able to treat just one person?

no.

‘You can treat dozens of people at once. For example, even people in a similar situation to Damian there.’

Then the calculation changes.

In total, you can receive dozens of days of bonus life.

‘Besides, thanks to reading the novel, I know what kind of addiction Damian suffers from and how to treat it. ‘This is almost free treatment.’

Rachiel smiled happily.

The treatment method is clearly listed.

It can definitely be treated.

This is clearly a surplus business.

Convinced, Rakiel raised his head.

“So I have a little bit to prepare.”

“…yes?”

Sir Gardin, who still looked dazed, tilted his head.

“What do you mean by preparation…?”

“Wormwood.”

“…Yes?”

“Prepare the mugwort within three days. Is the quantity about one bag full? However, you cannot bring just any mugwort. “It would be perfect if I could find some mugwort grown on the beach in the sea breeze.”

“What do you mean by large joint?”

“I’ll give you three days, so you can save me.”

“….”

“Is three days too long? Should we make it two days?”

“no!”

“okay. “I will believe it.”

I’m serious.

There is no one in Gardin that we can trust. But I didn’t want to say it out loud. Because it’s so cringy.

“Unconditionally. It has to be mugwort grown by the sea breeze. Please have it delivered to the villa warehouse within three days.”

A faithful Sir Gardin will be able to do it. Only then was the confident Rakiel able to rest after a long day.

♣

Three days have passed.

Sir Gardin did not betray our trust.

“majesty! I got it! “This is mugwort grown by the sea breeze!”

A large sack brought early in the morning. As expected, it was full of mugwort. I was really happy.

‘thank god. There is mugwort in this world too. As it turns out, the condition is good enough.’

Thanks to this, I was able to properly prepare to treat Damian.

And again two days later in the evening.

took action.

“Let’s go out.”

“…yes?”

Sir Gardin had to tilt his head at the crown prince’s sudden declaration of going out. That was because the timing was too late.

“It’s dark outside and you should be going to bed soon. Where are you going?”

Maybe you want to take a night walk in the garden? Sir Gardin’s moderate expectations were shattered by a single cue along with the crown prince’s wide smile.

“To meet you. “Damian.”

“yes?”

“I asked you a few days ago, right? “Do you know Damien?”

“Yes, you definitely did, but….”

“I’m going to see you now.”

An answer that seems so obvious. Lord Gardin couldn’t help but think of a question.

“I know it’s presumptuous to ask your Majesty this question, but who on earth is this Damien?”

“I’ll know it when I see it.”

He is a person who will become the strongest figure in this worldview in the future. This is the person you must get. This will make your life easier in the future.

With that fact in mind, Rachiel said.

“Wear this first.”

I handed some clothes to Sir Gardin. Kyeong’s expression became tinged with puzzlement as he recognized the identity of the clothes.

“Isn’t this… conquest?”

“that’s right. “I have mine too.”

Sir Gardin realized it too late. Actually, the crown prince was already wearing a tuxedo and coat. That wasn’t all. I even wore a dark brown wig, no matter where I got it.

Like a person trying to hide his identity.

“Where on earth are you going to meet this guy named Damien?”

“There is a place like that. Bad place.”

That was the end of the answer.

Sir Gardin had to leave the villa without realizing it, being led by the crown prince. When I came to my senses, it was a place I knew well.

“Isn’t this… Sorrentino Garden?”

“that’s right. One of the top 10 most famous restaurants in the Imperial Capital. “You know how well it is, right?”

“Yes, I am a regular here too.”

“Good. “Let’s go in.”

What on earth are you going to do in this restaurant? No, what is bad about this restaurant? Sir Gardin followed the crown prince and sat down at the table. It was a restaurant I often visited.

But are you with the crown prince?

It somehow felt like an unfamiliar place. The crown prince’s attitude when ordering from the clerk was the same.

“Pasta without sauce, without the blood removed, served with wine that won’t get you drunk. Until the moon rises. Is it possible?”

“…Of course it’s possible.”

“when?”

“Would you like to eat now?”

“Couldn’t you eat it for me?”

“Then get up. “I will guide you.”

The clerk’s cautious answer.

The crown prince who wakes up calmly and naturally.

As if drawn by that unknown atmosphere, Lord Gardin also stood up. I hurriedly followed behind the crown prince.

“What on earth was the order you just ordered?”

“Entry Procedures for Confidential Places.”

“….”

gulp.

Sir Gardin swallowed dryly without even realizing it.

There’s something about this.

It’s not my fault.

The strange conversation between the crown prince and the clerk a little while ago. The clerk’s cautious attitude immediately after that conversation. And this strange situation of being guided somewhere.

‘Is there something like this… in this restaurant?’

What a secret place.

I was proud of myself as a regular, but I had no idea. But the crown prince was acting so naturally, as if he already knew this. No, in fact, Rachiel knew the secret of this restaurant very well.

‘thank god. ‘It’s exactly like the novel.’

As Rakiel walked along with the clerk, he felt relieved.

I wondered what would happen if the novel and reality were different. As I followed the password and procedure from the novel, it was unexpectedly a free pass.

So I followed the clerk and moved inside the restaurant. I passed through a door that only store clerks entered and went through several hallways and stairs. There was a door leading down to the basement.

The second entry process greeted us here.

“This inside is where our restaurant’s special sauce is made. “I’m sorry, but the recipe cannot be made public and outsiders are not permitted to enter, so please leave now.”

Five sturdy men blocked the door. Rachiel smiled at them.

“Oh my. “Then would you like to go eat meat with me?”

“sorry. “Because I’m a vegetarian.”

“Then what about going to the ranch to graze together?”

“…Pass.”

The heavy door clattered open.

The stairs leading down to the basement unfolded. From there, Sir Gardin and I went down alone without any guidance. A strange heat rises from beneath the flickering torch hanging on the wall, and shouts begin to be heard.

“What are you doing down here?”

Sir Gardin’s question comes from behind. My voice was trembling slightly. To be honest, I was a little nervous about this too. I’ve only read about it in novels, but this is my first time seeing it in person.

But I pretended to be calm.

Pretend you know this place well.

He shrugged his shoulders and looked joking.

“I told you. “It’s a bad place.”

With those words, I opened the door at the bottom of the stairs. Beyond the door, a vast space opened wide.

The center of a space crowded with many people. A tall iron cage. On a stage filled with stained blood and the heat of struggle. In the very gladiatorial arena where the shouts and sighs of gamblers were boiling over, there was a man who held a sword like a fang.

This is the man I was looking for.

The true protagonist of this novel.

The tyrant of the underground gladiatorial arena.

It was Damien Cayenne.