The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine - Chapter 488

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 488

Episode 488 How to reset your appetite (1)

I think I will lose my taste.

Develop your skills and gain options. The process of getting used to using those options is also a breeze. At the end of it all, I feel like I got a real taste of the positive cycle that leads to new growth again.

‘Blasting acupuncture is really good.’

Rachiel smiled happily.

And I looked back on today’s extremely rewarding day. Everyone was satisfied with the treatment. The blasting acupuncture properly offset the Flower Dragon’s defensive magic. Thanks to this, I was able to focus on the hour hand without worrying about getting hit.

The flower pot dragon also seemed satisfied.

‘He said it was very cool and liked it.’

excellent.

It’s just right.

There would be nothing to be jealous of if treatment continued like this every day.

While I was thinking…

Huh.

Suddenly the surroundings changed. It felt like something was going off and everything went dark. The curtains and windows of the ordinary bedroom disappeared. The wall was stained dark red. Soon, black flames were blooming all over the floor.

Thanks to you, I had to realize that.

‘It’s a dream.’

A bitter smile that comes out of nowhere.

Now that I think about it, today was a tiring day. It was natural because I had been using blasting acupuncture, not just acupuncture, for a long time. Since it was an unfamiliar technique and the opponent of the hour hand was a super VIP dragon, the tension was bound to be twice that of usual.

‘So I went back to the bedroom, didn’t even eat dinner, and just lay down. okay. ‘I was asleep.’

But why does it have to be like this? The concept of an amusement park house of horrors is such a vivid dream, as if you are awake.

‘I’m sure it’s not like the scissors are being pressed.’

I was just thinking to myself that if that were the case, it would be nice to wake up quickly. The black flames blooming from the floor became more fierce. They came together as one in the air. One shape was formed.

Grumble!

‘…no way.’

A chilling mana was clearly conveyed.

But the feeling of that mana was not unfamiliar. I have experienced it. To be exact, it is an energy that I have encountered before. Where? In the collapsing canyon of Kranos. In Damian’s body. The overwhelming energy of blooming, opening your eyes, and finally waking up. That’s it…

‘Demon King?’

I remembered the time when I stuck a thorn into the acetabulum on the top of the Demon King’s head as he was about to wake up. mistaken? no. The energy I felt then and the mana energy coming from the black flame now match. same. No matter how hard I try to deny that it’s not true, I just can’t do it.

‘No matter what I dream of…’

I wonder if I dream of meeting the King of Demon World and After(?) becoming a reality. At this point, wouldn’t this be the highest level of dog dreams?

Meanwhile, the black flame was taking on a distinct shape.

The first thing I saw was my legs touching the floor. But surprisingly, it was a little thin. It was far from muscular. However, she didn’t have long, shapely legs like a model’s. It was just ordinary. The physique, the size, the shape, the proportions, everything.

The same was true for the waist and torso that continued above it. My shoulders weren’t particularly wide either. No, it was closer to being slightly dwarfed. It almost looked like a person who had suffered from illness for a long time and had eaten a lot of hospital food.

The thin neck extending above it was like that, and the jawline was also slim. And even the face that is finally revealed…

…gulp.

The moment Rakiel saw the Demon King’s bare face made of black flame, he swallowed dry saliva without realizing it.

Is it because the King of Demon World, who is looking at us, is crying? Are there unexpected tears in the slightly drooped corners of your eyes? Or is he looking in this direction with his mouth tightly shut, as if he has a lot to say? Is that expression and eyes like what I saw in the mirror back when I was going through a lot of sorrow in Korea?

no.

That’s not it.

The reason I was so startled and held my breath.

That’s right….

♣

“…Huh!”

Rachiel was scared and jumped up.

There was silence everywhere.

Morning sunlight shining through the gap in the curtains without a sound. Fluttering blankets and pillows. Pajamas slightly wet with cold sweat. Before you know it, Damian has come running to you without saying a word and is right next to you looking worried as if he is worried about your safety. Just like that, an ordinary and peaceful daily life. A morning like any other arrived here.

Thanks to this, the sigh I had been suppressing came out one step later.

“…Whew.”

“majesty? Are you okay?”

“uh? huh.”

“Did you have a bad dream?”

“…roughly.”

Rachiel smiled at Damian.

It’s a bad dream.

okay.

That would be a bad enough dream.

If the face of the King of Demons, who revealed his true form in the black flames, was the same face I had when I lived as a foreigner in Korea and was crying sadly, then I could say that it was a bad enough dream.

“….”

Was it just a dream?

So why was it so vivid?

Or maybe this side has lost its spirit these days.

I wish it were like that. I wish someone could tell me that my anxious heart, which is still pounding hard, and the goosebumps that are still persistently clinging to my shoulders and spine, are all just due to the anxiety brought on by the threat of the new Demon King.

‘But that guy shows up in someone else’s dream in such a way that makes them feel so bad, and he cries sadly and says, ‘Tsk.’

Rachiel pulled up the blanket as if shaking off the remnants of an unpleasant dream. Then, with a powerful movement, he kicked himself off the bed and got up.

Now is not the time to be caught up in dreams of unknown origin. Soon, Flores, the flowerpot dragon, will come to the villa for morning treatment. Before that, I need to take my eyes off this side too, wash, eat, and get ready. So….

“It’s just a dream.”

Rakiel said with a grin at Damian, as if he was scolding himself or labeling an excuse for a dream that was still too vivid.

♣

It was from that day.

Every day, loud noises reminiscent of construction noise rang out in the director’s office of the Oriental Medicine Clinic in the villa.

…Pump boom!

Blasting acupuncture!

Automatic defense magic against him!

Two proud explosions invaded each other. They canceled out each other’s momentum. Rachiel’s white thorns danced in the peace of appropriate balance brought about by the conflict. And he stabbed Flores, the flower dragon, at numerous acupuncture points.

Every day was a rewarding day.

Fortunately, it worked.

“Hey, flower pot dragon? “Are you going to the 17th smell test?”

“…come in.”

This was after completing blasting acupuncture on the 17th day.

Rakiel asked, knocking on the director’s office door from the outside. The flower pot dragon in the director’s office allowed entry(?) with a solemn expression.

Soon, the door to the director’s office opened.

Rachiel entered holding a plate.

However, there was a mackerel grilled until golden brown on the plate.

…Whoa?

The unique, savory scent of grilled mackerel instantly filled the director’s office.

Rachiel said.

“Mr. Flower Dragon? “You need to breathe, right?”

“…uh. Phew.”

“How are you feeling?”

“…Ugh.”

“Are you still feeling nauseous?”

“Uh, no, wait a minute.

“If it’s hard, you can quit.”

“Ha, I can do it, hmm!”

“Are you okay?”

“…Huhaa!”

“oh?”

“I did it!”

The look of pain disappeared from Flower Dragon Flores’ face. It was an intense sense of accomplishment that soon filled that empty space.

“I was so nauseous… I held back!”

Her eyes were colored with joy.

A smile also appeared on Rakiel’s lips.

“Well done. “You have finally passed the challenge of grilling fish.”

“I know. “This was very difficult.”

“I guess so. Mackerel especially has a subtle fishy smell.”

“…Whew. Still, somehow we made it this far.”

“It wasn’t an easy journey.”

Rachiel nodded and looked back on the past 17 days of treatment. I treated the acupuncture points of the flowerpot dragon every day with blasting acupuncture. Thanks to this, the balance between the flowering dragon’s sympathetic and parasympathetic nerves was gradually restored. The flow of acupuncture points involved in hypothalamic receptors was stabilized.

And small experiments were conducted every day to check the treatment results. That was this ‘actual smell test’.

“You started with lettuce and carrots. “After enduring the smell and nausea, it was tomatoes and oranges.”

After that, the food smells that the flower pot dragon overcame(?) included tomato, pasta, French fries, vanilla ice cream, coffee, fried eggs, and chicken stew. And today, the flower pot dragon finally climbed over the gigantic mountain of fried mackerel that it had been unable to overcome for the past three days.

“Phew then what’s next?”

The flower pot dragon asked.

His voice sounded more confident than ever before, as if he could now overcome any smell. But she could no longer smile at Rachiel’s answer.

“The next task is eating.”

“…uh?”

“You need to eat food, right?”

“Oh, that’s true, but…”

“Now, imagine. Here’s a little piece of grilled mackerel. Steam is rising. “Put it on top of warm rice and eat it in one bite.”

“….”

“Chew it thoroughly. Oh my, my mouth is watering. But it seems a little bland? “I put another piece of grilled mackerel in my mouth.”

“…ugh.”

The Flower Dragon’s expression slightly distorted as it listened to Rakiel’s story. It looked as if he was going to run to the bathroom and vomit at any moment.

“Are you okay?”

“…Uh, no, a little.”

“Hmm, too.”

Rachiel crossed her arms and nodded.

“Does just imagining it make you feel nauseous?”

“Ugh, sorry….”

“No. “You don’t have to feel sorry for me.”

“Should I receive acupuncture treatment more consistently?”

“no?”

“huh?”

The flower dragon paused.

What did this person just say?

Rakiel continued calmly.

“Actually, I have already done everything that can be done with acupuncture. “Once you get over the smell of grilled fish, there’s really nothing more you can do.”

“Then…”

I can’t be treated anymore?

I felt like my heart was sinking.

But fortunately, that was just a hasty warning from the flowerpot dragon.

“I guess you were just thinking that treatment wouldn’t work, right? That’s not it. I need more treatment. But now that acupuncture has reached its limits, I’m trying to tell you that it’s time to move on to the next level of treatment.”

“Oh, was that something like that?”

“yes. In fact, acupuncture was a preparation for the next step, which begins now.”

“So what’s the next step?”

The flower pot dragon asked.

On the one hand, I was looking forward to it.

It was anorexia that I couldn’t control no matter how much I researched and thought about it. It was a disease that was so terrible and embarrassing that even magic couldn’t help it.

However, the person in front of me, the crown prince, was different.

He was able to heal himself to this point just by piercing the thorn. It was a surprising and strange thing. So I was curious. My heart was pounding. What kind of exquisite treatment will I receive from now on?

‘Then I’ll finally…be okay, right?’

A feeling of anticipation is blooming.

Inside, the flowerpot dragon pricked up its ears.

Finally, Rachiel’s answer came.

“From now on to the next step…”

So calmly.

Really shameless.

“Are you going to eat dog poop?”

“…huh?”

“Because tastes that have become overly sophisticated have been the cause of the problem?”

“uh?”

“Force a downward patch from now on.”

“under?”

“Are you happy? Are you excited?”

“….”

Should I kill him?

The flower pot dragon suddenly felt like crying.