The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine

Chapter 149

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 149

Episode 149 Uninvited Guest (1)

“Okay. Then, please marry me instead.”

“….”

Second Prince Theodore was silent.

There was no other grand reason.

I was just dazed. What did you just hear? I wondered if I should just tell the attendant to get the biggest, thickest cotton swab I could find. If I could, I wanted to clean my ears at least once and then listen to what my brother said again.

But fortunately(?) my brother seemed to understand my feelings.

“why? Don’t you understand? “Would you like me to say that again?”

“….”

Nod.

Theodore nodded without realizing it. A shameless smile appeared on Rachiel’s lips without conscience.

“Please marry me instead.”

“…Why?”

“what. “Are you asking why?”

“Of course…”

“I think you said just a minute ago that you would do me a favor.”

“….”

“Hey. Our Theodore. Did you do that? Did you just say thank you? “Did you do that?”

“No, that’s…”

“He said he was doing me a favor.”

“But brother…”

“Yes. This is what life is all about. What can I be truly thankful for? I’m grateful because it benefits me. is not it?”

“….”

“You asked a favor that I couldn’t do. I guess I broke your sincerity by asking too much. okay. What could be wrong with your sincerity reaching that level? I’m the bad guy for being so oblivious and not even realizing that your sincerity went to this extent. is not it?”

“….”

“are you okay. are you okay. There’s no need to look so sorry. I’m not sad. I’ll just ask another favor. Give me just one piece of candy. You can do that much, right? Is it okay to receive at least a piece of candy in return for being so attached to you and showing all your sincerity for the past two months? I think one piece of candy would be the perfect size for your sincerity. Isn’t that right?”

“…Hehehe!”

“Why are you crying?”

“No, that’s it…”

Theodore was truly mortified. It is true that I am truly grateful and grateful to my brother. But the request he brings up out of the blue is to get married on his behalf. I couldn’t even imagine this. I had no idea how to respond.

“It was so sudden and confusing.”

“huh. “Is that so?”

“yes. Even now…”

“Yes. know. It must be confusing. I don’t even know how to react. yes?”

“Yes….”

“Tsk tsk tsk.” Okay, okay. “It’s all like that.”

Rachiel tentatively patted the second prince on the shoulder. Meanwhile, I thought about it. As expected, this guy is kind and sincere, but he’s so indecisive that he’s a sweet potato. It’s similar to the one in the novel.

‘Then I guess I’ll have to gradually make them accept the reason.’

First, shake them with a big blow, create a psychological crack with a conscience attack(?), and naturally pour in reasons to convince them into the crack. As planned in advance, he licked his tongue. The prepared lines were fired one after another.

“Are you curious as to why I’m asking you for this seemingly unreasonable request?”

Theodore nodded silently. A faint smile appeared on Rakiel’s lips. Telling lies calmly.

“I told you. “I have less than a year left to live.”

“…ah.”

“Do you understand now?”

“Yes, a little.”

An image appeared in Theodore’s eyes. Rakiel’s smile at the corner of her mouth was decorated with more vague colors.

“okay. Exactly as you guessed. Because I have a limited life. But that hasn’t been announced to the public yet. But before I could naturally announce it, dozens of courtship letters arrived.”

“You must be incredibly embarrassed.”

“okay. That’s it. “Wouldn’t it be a huge embarrassment to hide it and get married to someone you won’t live with for long?”

“If I do that, brother, wouldn’t it be okay to honestly reveal the fact and refuse?”

“Yes, no.”

“Why…?”

“The sooner the truth about my lifespan becomes known, the better. “Especially for Your Majesty, whose health has not fully recovered yet.”

“…ah.”

“You know that? How critical was His Majesty? “What a miraculous recovery.”

“Yes, I know.”

“That’s why. On the outside, His Majesty appears to be as active as before… but the aftereffects still remain. There are still risks. If you suddenly fall into great sadness or anger, you never know when you might explode again like the last time. But what if you find out the truth about my lifespan without any mental preparation?”

“Whew. “I didn’t know there was a reason…”

“You didn’t know, right? “I didn’t want to do this either.”

“yes. “But I have a question.”

“What.”

“Suppose I were to marry one of the courtiers instead of my brother… what should I do to get married?”

Theodore was genuinely curious.

All the courtship letters that poured in were directed to his older brother, Crown Prince Rachiel. It means that they are not confident in their goals. But would it be possible to get married to one of them just because this person wants it?

Rakiel grinned at that question.

“you can do it. “You have to make them want to do it.”

“Over there… you mean?”

“uh. Just let them hang on to you first. It’s common, right? “Getting hit in the eye.”

“….”

“We will hold a banquet at the second prince’s palace. All you have to do is invite suitors and show up in front of them looking your best. After that, they fell in love and ended up getting married with no one able to stop them. That’s it. “In the meantime, I will step down as a bridesmaid.”

“….”

“how is it? “Can you do it?”

“yes. But I think I finally realize it.”

“what?”

“You made me lose weight just to ask for this from the beginning.”

“of course.”

“….”

“So you don’t like it?”

“Oh, that’s not it…”

“Then?”

“I feel like I was a bit deceived.”

“You realized it early on.”

“….”

“Hehehe.”

“….”

The answer is so shameless. Theodore smiled bitterly. But there were no complaints. Even though he said it in a sarcastic way, I was able to feel my brother’s sincerity(?) of concern for the future of His Majesty the Emperor and the Imperial Family.

‘I will try my best not to disappoint my brother.’

Theodore, completely unaware of the fact that he had been deceived, strengthened his resolve.

And the next day, dozens of jeonseogu, carrying replies to the courtship letter, flew out of the villa. It was an invitation containing the clear content of a banquet to be held at the palace of the second prince, hosted by the crown prince of Magentano, ‘limited to 50 people on a first-come, first-served basis.’

?

A few days later.

The royal families of each country began to stir. The great noble family was in turmoil. The reason was simple. It was because of the reply to the courtship letter sent by Rachiel.

“…What? First 50 people?”

“If you’re not among the 50 people, you can’t enter the banquet?”

“really?”

“Sincerity?”

One royal family tilted their heads. A debate arose over the authenticity of the reply in the patronage of a certain noble family. Soon everyone was able to come to a simple conclusion.

‘…This is real!’

It was a reply with the official magic seal of the Magentano Imperial Family. Even Jeon Seo-gu had flown in while being protected by powerful magic. A situation where counterfeiting was impossible from the beginning. Then the answer was obvious.

‘Really. It can never be false. It’s a little strange that the banquet is being held in the second prince’s palace rather than the annex where the crown prince lives, but anyway… it can’t be late!’

Yes.

The reply received from the crown prince of the empire was a cut-off ticket for the first 50 people. What does that mean? It meant that if you couldn’t attend that banquet, your chances of getting married would be lost!

“…Prepare the carriage immediately!”

The royal families of each country became busy.

The great noble family has become busy.

We hastily prepared the fastest and strongest carriage. A series of carefully selected famous horses were equipped(?). The most renowned coachman was selected. A technician was also hired who could immediately repair the carriage if a problem arose during a long-distance journey.

The strongest cavalry from each country was attached as an escort. An operation was also established to quickly supply supplies.

“depart!”

There was no time to delay. The time wasted would become honey given to potential competitors. In this way, noble ladies from all over the world embarked on a fierce race(?) that risked the marriage of their families and their own futures.

“Hey! Hey! under!”

Doo doo doo doo!

Dozens of wagons kicked up dust at their starting points. Ride quality? That wasn’t a consideration. Only speed was life. Everyone was keenly aware of that fact. The ladies themselves, who usually received noble treatment by the bucketful, were no exception.

“Why on earth is the whipping so slow? Run more! hurry!”

“Wow princess?”

“Just like this!”

Wow! Wow!

The princess of a small country displayed her bravery by pushing away a coachman who was dying of fatigue and snatching his coach seat. Also, the eldest daughter of a great noble family even pushed the carriage herself, rolling up the hem of her dress to get the wheels stuck in the mud.

At the end, a winner and a loser were determined. As a month passed, the ladies arrived at Magenta, the ecliptic. Rankings from 1st to 50th were ranked neatly.

But what about those who arrived later?

There was nothing trivial. I was bullied without mercy. I had to return to my home country, shedding hot tears of defeat. Of course, the ladies who left, wetting their handkerchiefs sadly, had no idea how the hotly contested race they had shown would be passed down to future generations.

It was truly a long journey in which an unprecedented number of ladies ignited their passion for marriage. This achievement(?) was worthy of commemoration. It was an event that one would want to elevate into a long-standing tradition.

Thus, the parties did not even dream that future generations of mankind would hold an ultra-long-distance women’s multinational horse-drawn carriage race every five years, and that this regular competition, with the imperial capital Magenta as the finishing point, would be called the ‘Imperial Machar Rally’. .

Anyway, as one month passed, preparations for the banquet at the second prince’s palace were steadily completed. Originally, it was a preparation process for the royal family’s banquet that took at least three months. But in front of Rachiel, who is Korean to her core? 3 months was just a luxury.

“quickly!”

“Oh please! quickly!”

Throughout the preparations for the banquet, the servants and maids’ slogan became ‘Hurry, hurry’. It was thanks(?) to that. The preparations for the banquet were completed in just one month. And finally, a grand banquet was held at the second prince’s palace.

Meanwhile.

“…I finally found it.”

An uninvited guest who was not invited to the banquet was watching Rachiel among the winter flowers blooming in abundance in one corner of the garden of the second prince’s palace.