The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine - Chapter 442
The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 442
Episode 442 How to get a housewife out (2)
Is this a crazy bird?
Or is he a crazy asshole?
The King thought seriously. This was the case earlier during the day when I faced the crown prince across the negotiation table. And it was like that at this moment, when half a day had passed and we were together in front of the palace of the three princes.
Thanks to you, I was able to come to a conclusion.
It’s clear that I’ve been having exactly the same doubts consistently from daytime until now. I think the Crown Prince of Magentano is truly a bit crazy.
“So are you ready?”
“…I don’t know.”
King Harnant answered the crown prince’s question honestly. I really don’t know. Am I ready? So, to be specific, he was preparing both physically and mentally to set fire to the palace of his youngest son, the third prince.
“Oh my.”
Rakiel shook his head.
And then he cast a stern look at the king.
“I probably told you this earlier. We must set fire to the Three Princes’ Palace today. because. Only then will the three princes of your country be freed from the terrible curse of hesitating and avoiding meeting others, and they will be able to receive consistent, smooth medical care from me.”
“Is this really the only way?”
“Have you thought of a better way?”
“That…”
“If there was a better way, you would have already mobilized it. But you haven’t been able to do that for over two years. “What does that mean?”
“….”
“Isn’t it time to admit it?”
“But I…”
“I know. How heartbreaking and uneasy must this unprecedented situation of having to set fire to your son’s palace be? But yes. But doesn’t that mean the three princes of your country are really dead or injured?”
“How do you guarantee that?”
“I will start the fire as safely as possible.”
“….”
He really is crazy.
King Harnant barely caught the words that were about to come out of his mouth. Instead, he asked back at the crown prince.
“How about setting up a kidnapping and forcibly dragging him out?”
“It’s not possible.”
“Why?”
“Then the Three Princes’ Palace will still remain.”
“Isn’t that good then?”
“not good.”
“The reason is?”
“This is because a psychological refuge to which the Third Prince can return will still remain.”
Rakiel spoke clearly.
And he asked a meaningful question.
“Then I will ask the King at this point. “Are you concerned about the property damage that will occur if the Third Prince’s Palace is completely burned down?”
“That’s…”
“Wouldn’t it be much more profitable, both financially and politically, for the Third Prince to be healed with his body intact? “If you look at it from a mid- to long-term perspective.”
“I agree with that.”
If only the 3rd prince could get better.
If only we could jump into the normal succession competition.
If that were the case, I would gladly burn and destroy even ten princely palaces. Even then, you won’t feel any regrets at all.
the king asked.
“So you want to do it right now? “Really?”
“yes. So, you’ve already completed all your preparations, right?”
Rakiel shrugged his shoulders and pointed behind him. Actually, the place he pointed to was lined with servants and maids from the three princes’ palaces who had already evacuated in advance.
“The King has already given permission, and preparations have been carried out with that permission. Thanks to this, we were able to complete the evacuation and preliminary training. “Today’s incident may have all been staged, but the whole story must never be heard by the three princes.”
“Hmm…”
“Thanks to you, only trained knights in disguise are waiting in the Third Prince’s Palace instead of the real servants and maids. Of course, the three princes will be in dreamland completely unaware of that fact. “Because it’s well past midnight right now?”
“Hmm…”
“So the three princes will be safe. “Because we won’t create a dangerous situation in the first place.”
“Can I… trust you?”
“Didn’t you allow it because you believed in it?”
“….”
King Harnant was silent.
Actually, that’s true.
I allowed it because I believed it.
Moreover, realistically, there was absolutely no reason for the crown prince to go to such trouble and harm the three princes. This was because the 3rd Prince was already worse than nothing. It was a fact that the king did not want to admit, but it was also a fact that could not be denied.
“…I understand.”
The night dew is unusually cold today. Especially in this place, near my son’s palace, which is about to burn down, it feels even cooler.
“Then, Bayeux allows the arson operation against the Third Prince’s Palace.”
“thank you.”
The king reluctantly nodded.
Rachiel smiled with satisfaction.
That’s how arson began.
The operation was started by the court wizard of Harmion, who received a signal from Rakiel.
Perfect!
The wizard who gathered magical power snapped his fingers and made a hand sign. After a while, a flame created by magic caught fire in the third prince’s bedroom window.
At first, shyly at the bottom of the window frame. However, it grew as it moved along the edge of the window frame. Finally, it roared fiercely, completely surrounding the window frame.
Crash! Tatak!
Flames were burning brightly in each of the three princes’ bedroom windows. But strangely, the fire did not spread any further. Smoke also did not enter the inside of the window. This was because the gust of wind magic cast by other wizards continued to blow the smoke outward.
‘good. next stage.’
Rachiel sent the second signal.
The people who received the signal this time were the guards who were sticking their heads out of the hallway window.
“Fire! “It’s fire!”
“water! “Bring the water quickly!”
“pail! Hurry!”
“Aaaah, my pants are on fire!”
“Cough! Cough! “Mom!”
The royal guard knights who were waiting, disguised as maids, gave their own passionate performance(?). Everyone was running around in the hallway, pounding loudly as if they could hear it. I also didn’t forget to add panicked shouts and screams.
And some hung a latch on the door handle of the third prince’s bedroom. As if that wasn’t enough, they even built a barricade outside with tables. This was to prevent the 3rd prince from escaping on his own.
Its true value(?) was soon revealed.
Rattling! Rattling!
“…huh huh?”
3rd Prince Christan Linier Harmion was embarrassed when he tried to open the door from inside the bedroom. The door didn’t open. No matter how hard I pulled, the door wouldn’t budge. It was the same even if I pushed it.
“What is this…”
The Third Prince’s hands were shaking. I was so embarrassed. He was just sleeping soundly. Today, like yesterday, I had a gloomy day and lay down in bed sighing from exhaustion. And like I had done every day for the past two years, I fell asleep hugging my tear-soaked pillow.
A hideous appearance like a monster.
I hated myself for being like this. In fact, I thought about killing myself several times.
But it couldn’t be done easily.
I didn’t want to give up like this.
For that to happen, the future of Harmion, my homeland, seems too dark. Even in my own eyes, I feel like my brothers, who have flaws in their character and abilities, will put this country’s future in a quagmire. It would be a shameless betrayal of one’s lineage and mission to be born as a royal to ignore that.
I couldn’t bear to die. Today too, I reluctantly continued to hope amidst despair.
In the meantime, I think I had a dream.
A dream of crossing a sea full of tears.
The end of the journey has finally arrived.
Crash landing on an island full of flowers.
Flower petals fluttering everywhere.
Leaves brushing across my body.
Every time, my skin, which had been oozing with oil, became smooth. The ugly scabs and yellow ooze disappeared. The fair skin that I had forgotten about came back to life. I cried. Even while watching it, I felt like it was a dream. Because it’s vain and beautiful. I think that’s why I opened my eyes, clutching my tear-soaked pillow tightly. Trying not to sigh. I tried not to get excited by the mirage-like joy I felt because of the dream.
Like any other day after a happy dream, I steeled myself and opened my eyes.
But…
“Fire!”
Shouts like that came from all directions.
For some reason, it felt like his palace was on fire.
At first, I thought I heard it wrong.
But it wasn’t.
If you listen even a little, you can hear the footsteps of servants running urgently through the hallway. Outside the window was even more spectacular. Red-hot flames flashed from every window. An acrid smell also crept up. Moreover, the roof continued to twist, creaking an ominous noise.
‘Couldn’t it be that the roof catches fire and collapses?’
Of course he didn’t know. The fact that the knights are running wildly on the roof.
Anxiety came rushing in.
hate.
I don’t want to die like this.
Although my life has been miserable, I have never wanted it to end this way.
‘I can’t die here!’
In this country.
To this royal family.
The lives and peace of countless people who rely on me hang on my shoulders. So, you must not die in vain here. That’s a sin. I want to somehow survive and plan for the future. Even though I look so ugly now, I want to get better someday and be able to stand in front of people.
But…
“Who!” “Is there no one there?”
Bang bang bang!
I desperately knocked on the door, which was unmovable no matter how many times I pushed and pulled. But there was no answer back. Although he could hear the footsteps of servants rushing about somewhere, he could not find anyone who responded to his shouts.
That fact made the three princes despair.
‘Is it because of the orders I usually gave?’
No one was to enter the bedroom. It was accompanied by a strict order that anyone who violated it would be severely punished.
meal?
He told me to leave it at the door.
Cleaning and organizing?
I only entrusted it occasionally.
That’s how much I hated showing myself to others.
Because of shame?
Because you’re embarrassed?
It was never just because of that. In fact, there was a bigger reason to want to manage your image in advance for yourself in the future.
The 3rd prince thought he could get better someday. Even though he looks hideous now, I thought that in the future he would return to a healthy state and be able to compete for the throne. Of course, he did not neglect his efforts for treatment. I prayed every day. Toward Ormus, the god. All day long. Without missing a day. I prayed and prayed again.
Meanwhile, he hid his appearance. This was because I thought that the more I showed my ugly appearance now, the more damage it would do to my cured self in the future.
But….
‘No matter what!’
He never expected that no one would come and keep his strict orders even in a situation where the palace was on fire.
“Someone! “Come here!”
I cried out desperately.
I hit the door until my fist hurt.
But still there was no answer.
Every time, a feeling of despair pounded my heart. As if they were trying to bring the worst imaginable future into reality and take their lives away. As if he was trying to burn away all the hopes and wishes he had cherished.
‘I…’
I don’t want to die here.
I didn’t stubbornly endure it for this reason.
“Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk…!”
scary.
It’s vain.
Before I knew it, tears welled up in my eyes. In an isolated bedroom that was getting hotter and more acrid by the minute, the three princes desperately prayed. Anyone is welcome to come now. He said that as long as he came, he would think of whoever it was as his benefactor for the rest of his life. That he would definitely give me at least one thing he wanted.
It was a moment when I desperately prayed, putting my faith in God on the line.
Kwajangchang!
“…!”
Suddenly the bedroom window broke. A human-shaped silhouette jumped and landed among the broken glass. A silver-haired man I saw for the first time. He looked this way and blatantly blurted out something absurd that somehow sounded like an advertisement.
“Huh? Why is there a patient here with a skin disease who can get better in no time if he takes the right medicine?”
“….”
It was the moment when the 3rd Prince registered as a new member of the Rachiel Holic Club.