The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine - Chapter 375

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 375

Episode 375 Shackles with wings (1)

It hurts.

Prince, I always feel sick when I think of you.

At one time I thought I was taking advantage of you. From the moment you innocently rescued me from the gladiatorial arena, I thought I would repay you just that much for your kindness and duty. It really was like that at one time.

But I had to realize it soon.

That was a mistake.

The grace you bestowed upon me was not relieved by merely repaying my duty. No, you have already given me a blessing that will last a lifetime.

Are those shackles? Is it a blessing?

I don’t know.

What is certain, however, is that at some point I became willing to accept it. That I felt pure joy in truly caring for you, protecting you, and staying by your side.

So I’m sick.

Prince, I should be of help to you. I have to protect you. I have to sacrifice my life for you at all times. This situation and reality, which has become your burden from some point on, is so painful.

“….”

Warm sunlight.

A peaceful garden.

On one side, Damian sighed. And then I looked a few steps away. The crown prince was there. The prince stumbled while receiving basic fighting skills training from the princess, and his face turned red when he was compared to the werewolf nurses.

“….”

I want to protect you like that.

But why are you protecting me? How could it be that the scourge of diabetes had turned me into a burden that could not even perform its duties?

The more I thought about it, the sadder I became.

This is especially true these days.

When the crown prince woke up in the morning, he looked for this place first. When this person, who was guarding his side, answered, the crown prince always asked this question first.

‘How’s your blood sugar?’

Then, the crown prince had his blood sugar checked and received an insulin injection. That was the consistent start to our mornings recently.

Of course I was grateful.

However, at the same time, I felt a sense of self-destruction. Instead of being the crown prince’s right-hand man, he feels like he’s becoming a burden that gets in the way. No, existential intuition. The awareness of such reality increased the feeling of self-destruction in my heart, and the feeling of self-destruction gave rise to countless worries.

What should I do to help the crown prince again?

I’ve never thought about that as intensely as I do these days. But the answer never came to mind. In fact, it was a natural thing. Because it is the disaster of type 1 diabetes brought about by the King of Demon World. Type 1 diabetes is said to be an incurable disease that has not yet found its way even in the developed world that the crown prince visited.

Still, I didn’t want to give up.

I wanted to overcome it somehow.

Even while I was sleeping, I was thinking of a way.

It was the same when I opened my eyes, when I walked, when I accepted the prince’s rude jokes, and even at this moment when I was watching the prince receive training.

And just now.

He suddenly got a clue.

‘Amboise fighting technique’s unique movements….’

Damian looked at Adeline’s demonstration and the nurses’ movements following it. Until now, these were extremely simple and rudimentary movements that I had only been observing for several days. So much so that if I were to do it myself, I could implement it perfectly right away.

But not anymore.

That movement looks different.

‘It moves continuously and flexibly, like flowing water, condensing power in its movements, and only then exploding the condensed power in one blow.’

That was the characteristic of Amboise-style fighting techniques. No, I thought that perhaps almost everything in the world, including the countless movements, flow of the mind, human relationships, political factional fights, etc., had that kind of logic behind it.

If so… your diabetes will be no different.

It was then.

“Whoa! Class is over. “Oh my gosh, hehe hehe.”

Just as I was about to fall into a trance, a familiar voice struck my eardrums. Before I knew it, the crown prince, who had finished training, was standing in front of me, covered in sweat.

“Hey Mr. De. What are you doing. “What are you thinking so blankly?”

“Oh yeah. A little…”

“Were you thinking about salary?”

“That’s not it.”

“Then quickly grab a towel. “If you keep acting sloppy, your salary will be reduced.”

“…Isn’t that an abuse of power?”

“It’s not?”

“Then what is it?”

“Tyranny by the employer?”

“….”

I feel like I’m going to tear the towel or something into pieces.

Damian swallowed a bitter smile and handed the prince a towel. And I put aside the thought I was trying to concentrate on for a moment.

“It looks like today’s training ended faster than usual.”

“Well, I have work to do too?”

“Do you mean medical treatment?”

“More than that, Sir Gardin whined that he had a mountain of things to report.”

“ah.”

“These days, Lord Gardin has practically taken over the villa’s oriental medicine clinic. There were probably a lot of things we took care of while we were in Korea. There will be a lot of things tied up to proceed after reporting to me. Anyway, thank you for your hard work, Sir Gardin.”

“I guess so.”

I envy him.

Damian suppressed sincere envy in his heart. I was very envious of Sir Gardin, who was doing his part well and being helpful to the crown prince. I hope that happens to me as soon as possible.

“So, are you treating the princess’s shoulder again tonight?”

“uh.”

“It looks like the treatment is going well.”

“It’s better than I thought. “If things continue like this, if I continue treatment for just one month, I will feel as healthy as before.”

“So, Your Majesty, you are also suddenly freed from the training?”

“What do you know?”

“Let me.”

“But it’s true that this training has helped me a lot.”

The crown prince said, putting a towel over his head and tilting the beverage bottle.

“Actually, I can feel my constitution changing little by little these days.”

“What do you mean by constitution?”

“You died once from the Dragon King Berkis and then came back to life, giving you a chance to reset your constitution, right? “Did you hear the explanation the Dragon King gave you?”

“Yes, I heard.”

“That’s it.”

The crown prince grinned.

“I don’t want to miss this opportunity. Right now, chronic diseases have disappeared due to resurrection(?) for a very short time, right? So, at this time, you want to strengthen your body with appropriate and moderate intensity exercise and nutrition.”

“So the chronic illness won’t come back?”

“Maybe some will come back though.”

“You mean it will be better than before.”

“Roughly?”

The crown prince shrugs his shoulders. Damian was secretly impressed by that sight. Finally, I could see the picture the crown prince had drawn. Did the crown prince suggest that the princess teach others for this purpose from the beginning? I think it probably was.

“Fortunately, the. “Then anyway, I guess you’ll focus on treating the princess’s shoulder tonight as well.”

“huh. That’s right, but… what’s going on with you today? “Why do you keep checking the night schedule?”

“I have a place to visit tonight.”

“So, I’m going to ask another special forces member to take care of the escort mission?”

“It’s a must-visit.”

“What’s going on?”

“….”

Damian was at a loss for an answer for a moment.

To be honest, it was a bit like that. The clue you got is literally just a clue. Because we haven’t confirmed any achievements or results yet. So I can’t say yet that it’s for personal training and confirmation. I feel like I’m just getting excited for no reason.

So…

“It’s a date.”

“…what?”

“I decided to meet a woman for dinner.”

“Really?”

“yes.”

He responded shamelessly.

The crown prince looked embarrassed.

“This noble bastard…”

“….”

“Traitor…”

“….”

“Traitor…”

“I think that went a little too far.”

“Yes to me!”

“Ah yes…”

Fortunately(?) the crown prince only grumbled briefly and did not object to going out at night. Thanks to this, Damian was able to move alone, away from the crown prince’s side, for the first time in a long time as the evening sun set.

The place he headed was a vacant lot in a corner of the villa’s garden.

‘also. ‘There’s no one there.’

The garden of the villa is actually incredibly large. Even if you add a few villages, there will still be plenty of area left. For that reason, there were quite a few places like this that were sparsely populated. Of course, that didn’t mean that people weren’t paying attention.

“….”

I felt it.

Eyes watching you from everywhere.

A total of three people.

They are probably agents of the imperial family’s special intelligence department. They must be watching our every move 24 hours a day. Because I am the crown prince’s bodyguard. Because he is someone who can put the crown prince in more danger than anyone else when he harbors that much rebelliousness.

I understand.

Also, it doesn’t matter.

If you want to see it, see it as much as you want.

“Lord Urus.”

He called the person he was planning to meet here. Then Urus, who was to act as a beautiful woman(?), emerged from the bushes, chewing her cud.

“Nuhuh? Wildebeest?”

“Welcome. “Thank you for listening to my request.”

“Neu! who!”

“yes. I’m glad it turned out well since I was bored. Now, let me first clarify the reason for calling the Lord. I’m trying to create a new way of thinking. So, I wanted you to be the person to test it out.”

“Nuuuu?”

“Of all the people I know, Sir Urus has the strongest tenacity.”

“who! “Nuuu!”

“Yes, that’s right. “It’s the toughest cowhide in the world.”

“Neu! “Puruk!”

Urus’ nostrils flared with pride. Of course, the muscles of the whole body were aflame as they prepared for battle.

Damian also took out an unsharpened iron sword for practice.

“Actually, I got a clue during the day. Condensation and divergence of flowing power. I got a hint from there. “I thought maybe diabetes could be used in a similar way.”

Slurp.

The training iron sword quietly bathed in the moonlight.

Damian continued.

As if I were organizing to myself the hypothetical theory I established today. As if to remind you. As if he were pledging to do his best to finally make it a reality.

“His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said this about the type 1 diabetes I suffer from. It is a disease in which the nutrient called blood sugar in the blood cannot be used as energy by the body. So, it is a disease that causes various problems and complications.”

Slurp.

Damian’s feet moved. softly. Like water flowing. One step. Two steps. The mana in my body began to flow reflexively according to my steps and movements. In a direction that matches his steps. Circulating constantly. It formed a single stream.

“So I thought. If blood sugar is the source of energy used by the body. “Maybe I could use it as energy in my mana heart instead of my body.”

A monologue recited.

Flowing action.

A flow of mana created through movement. A sword bathed in moonlight lightly stroked the space, and his gaze floated as if following the falling leaves.

“But I don’t have the same shabby mentality as your highness. Because they are not members of the royal family. Therefore, he does not have a circle and cannot completely freely control the flow of mana in his body. That’s why it’s like this. If there were a circle, the process of collecting blood sugar by simply creating a flow of mana is replaced with a constant and forced flow created by walking techniques and body movements instead of the circle.”

Tsuzuzuzu….

The stream of mana flowing through his body grew according to his movements. increased. It became huge. Before we knew it, it had become an irresistible trend. Blood sugar in the blood was no exception. I was caught and dragged so that I could not go against the majestic flow. Condensed into one place. Manahat was there.

The moonlight on the iron sword became cold.

Or it became more intense.

At that moment, Damien, who concentrated the blood sugar in his body to mana heart through a total of six consistent movements, performed the seventh movement.

…Sureuk.

The iron sword cut through the moonlight without a sound.

In that single sword, all the energy converted from blood sugar was condensed into mana. It was a monumental moment when the shackles of diabetes, which he had carried like a curse, took flight with the wings of a new swordsmanship.

And Urus, who tried to take it with all his might, almost became LA Galbi that day.