The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine

Chapter 212

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 212

Episode 212 Sacrifice of Others (2)

Ding Dong!

[Your five internal organs shake off the chicken meat that has grown on your forearm.]

[Heart: Hey, it’s a nitrogen bomb. That’s how you use it. It’s

spicy. It’s spicy.] [Lungs: Huff, puff… Huff, puff….]

[Captain: Huh? Your lungs don’t seem to be in good condition, do you?]

[Siper: I think I empathized with the black magician over there when he saw his lungs hit by a nitrogen bomb.]

[Stomach: Lung type? Wake. We’re fine huh?]

[Kidney: …but there’s meat growing on my stomach too?]

[Heart: Actually, me too. What kind of human body are we really like?]

[Lungs: Haha…]

[Captain: I almost suffered a sphincter muscle problem.]

[Lip: So aren’t our bodies tired?]

[Stomach: The crown prince is tired. It’s okay!]

[Kidney: A high-ranking person can get tired of it, hahaha]

[The five internal organs clap their tongues at the vicious means that have no blood, tears, mercy, or restraint.]

[The five internal organs half-heartedly cheer on your life. and sponsors 100 HP.]

[Currently possessed HP: 2900]

“….”

What kind of person do the five organs and six parts treat me as?

Rakiel let out a soft sigh. And then I raised my head. I saw a man who had collapsed and was struggling.

Warlock Cartu. A man who cultivated an undead army by stealing numerous corpses from Kranos, a city on the outskirts of this place. If left as is, it would have been the culprit that would have caused a national catastrophe seven years later. Also today, an enemy revealed its dark intentions to completely devour a city.

“Tsk.”

As I looked at Cartu, who had collapsed and was panting, I naturally frowned. Because you hate him? Because it’s unpleasant? It wasn’t. It was because he didn’t like his own situation and choices that had forced him to become like this.

‘I’m a person who heals people.’

He was just an ordinary local Oriental medicine doctor. He was just a person who led an extremely peaceful and monotonous daily life, waking up slightly grumpy every weekday morning, getting ready for work, and greeting and treating patients who came to the oriental medicine clinic.

Even so, I was often happy.

It was nice to see people who were feeling uncomfortable or in pain when they first visited the hospital, and people who were frowning from the stinging sensation when receiving acupuncture, gradually improving. Although he didn’t show it off, seeing their faces gradually unfold was a great joy and reward for him.

But now it has fatally injured a person.

A large amount of nitrogen has been poured into the body, and as a result, a person suffering damage to all organs due to severe acute diving sickness is struggling before our eyes. To be honest, I didn’t feel comfortable. It will be similar to any person.

I’m sorry.

I feel uncomfortable.

So, it’s just the feeling of blaming the other person a little bit.

‘You were the one who made the mistake first. You stole and used other people’s bodies, and today you tried to exterminate countless people in the city. So, you should be compensated well for that.’

Many murderous criminals. I suddenly remembered the days when I was indignant at the incomprehensible and mild punishment these people received. I convinced myself that it was no different now. If I didn’t do that, I wouldn’t feel at peace the whole time.

Besides, the water has already been spilled.

Rakiel calmly covered up the guilt and discomfort that were trying to surface. He ignored Cartu’s eyes that were looking at him with resentment, as if drawing a line.

“Damian?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“I’m going to leave now, so please follow me.”

“I understand, Your Highness. “What should we do with the author?”

Damian would definitely be able to put an end to Cartu. Although Cartu is still protected by the double defense magic, that will not last long. No, if you just leave it like this, it won’t last for a few hours and it will die like a candle going out.

Rakiel ordered the ending method he had in mind.

“Once he dies, cut off his head, keep it, and burn the body.”

The body was definitely removed. The neck was preserved for the purpose of reporting to the emperor. This was the Magentano imperial family’s method of dealing with rebels.

“I will follow your orders.”

Damian lowered his head. Meanwhile, he secretly raised his eyes and looked at the crown prince. The end of the prince’s words, which had just given a clear command, seemed to tremble slightly. I didn’t hear it wrong. So it was.

After hesitating for a moment, he asked the crown prince.

“By the way, Your Highness, are you okay?”

“what?”

“I’m just… a little concerned.”

“I’m worried. “What concerns?”

“…no.”

It’s really sad when things like this happen. If I had the gift of speaking a little more convincingly, I would have comforted you more naturally.

Damian had no choice but to pretend not to notice. Crown Prince, not only your tail but also your hands are trembling right now. I can even see the tips of my lips trembling slightly. However, I can see that they are even trying hard to appear as if everything is okay.

‘At least for me.’

He was the one who stayed closest to the crown prince for the longest time. That’s why I was confident. I could feel it.

Right now, the crown prince seems to be holding back something similar to crying. It seems like he is secretly relieving himself of an unexplained feeling of guilt. Nevertheless, in the end, I pretend to be calm and cool-headed, pretending everything is okay.

“….”

The crown prince always does strange things. A crown prince who doesn’t hesitate to act viciously and cunningly at times. Nevertheless, in the end, the crown prince chooses to act for others. That’s why…

‘Maybe I’ve come to respect you.’

It wasn’t at first.

I can’t deny it these days.

There was a time when I thought I would leave without any regrets if I wasn’t promised more allowances and compensation, and I’d like to think that’s still the case, but I can’t deny that my mind has already changed.

I respect you.

I hope that appearance doesn’t change.

That’s why I want to protect it even more faithfully.

“I will handle it as instructed.”

I will be your sharpest sword in my own way.

Damian made a promise and lowered his head. I took a moment to look at the back of the crown prince who had turned around, still hiding his complex expression. And then he pulled out his sword. I aimed it at the fallen warlock.

Slurp!

“I guess you are ready.”

“…ugh.”

As expected, he barely even had the consciousness to answer. Damian’s eyes sharpened. His grip on the sword hilt tightened. A merciless sword strike fell on the warlock’s defensive magic.

Tukkuong-!

A sharp impact hit the defensive magic. Some of the magic split and the impact force was transmitted. It strongly stimulated the back of Cartu, who was curled up on the floor. Cartu’s whole body, who was almost losing consciousness, twitched violently.

The warlock thought blankly.

‘Now I…’

It’s over.

I felt confident. Even in my clouded consciousness, that fact cast a clear shadow of despair. Death approaches slowly but surely. last. Will I be able to run away from it? no. It seems impossible. There is no other way left.

‘I…’

I can’t plan for the future. It seems like all the plans in the world that I wanted to achieve, beyond the grand dreams I had, have all come to nothing.

I was desperate.

I clenched my fists.

But even that didn’t come easy. My whole body was so helpless. There was nothing that could be done. I was so dizzy. My stomach felt like it was going to turn over at any moment, and I could barely see what was in front of me. It was difficult to even breathe. In other words, he was gradually entering the territory of certain death.

‘It is unfair.’

I was frustrated.

I was angry.

I have never wished for such a miserable end. I wanted to change at least one corner of the world to my ideals. I wanted to show the vast majority of foolish people that there is a better world.

But now it is impossible.

Because I’m going to die here.

Because I was bullied by those guys.

“….”

Crown Prince.

If it weren’t for him.

‘I wouldn’t have ended up like this.’

It’s because of him.

It’s so unfair. Angry. I don’t want it to end like this. At the very least, I hate it even more to close my eyes and just let things happen one-sidedly.

So I…

‘…I can’t be the only one who dies.’

Flashing.

The light in Cartu’s eyes, which had been fading, returned to focus. It was then. The sword of the black-haired guard fell again.

Tukkeung!

“…!”

Shock and pain conveyed clearly. A crack in the defensive magic became more evident. Cartu realized. There is no more time. You have to do what comes to mind right now.

Crack!

‘I will take you to the abyss of death together.’

Cartu made up his mind. I gathered my last strength and spirit. I pulled the pieces of mana that were scattered like dust between my eyes. An attempt was made to establish a mental connection with the undead army.

For conducting?

It wasn’t.

That was already impossible. The mental connection for command was cut off earlier. Recovery will take at least ten days and nights. This was because it was a complex type of mental connection that could command countless different actions.

On the other hand, the mental connection he was trying now was different. Complex commands? There was none. Different actions? I didn’t even want that.

About 2,500 undead left on the battlefield. The only thing I want from these guys.

That’s right….

‘Explode everything.’

Veins bulged in Cartu’s wide-open eyes. The black-haired guard’s sword strikes repeatedly. Beneath it, it groaned like an insect and prayed desperately. I tried making a mental connection. I ordered earnestly.

‘please!’

The veins standing up on the nape of the neck. A series of sword strikes. Almost all of the defense magic was broken. The command is shouted that desperately. Since there was only one type of command to be transmitted, the mental link was also that much faster because it was that simple.

And finally.

“…Gurruk?”

Cartu’s command reached a zombie that was wandering aimlessly around the battlefield, losing its mental connection with the warlock. The zombie’s whole body trembled. I shrugged my shoulders. The sticky fluid and blood flowing through the corrupted blood vessels rotated roughly in the opposite direction.

“Gurreuk Gugeuk!”

It roared harshly. But no one cared. I thought it was just the ordinary and meaningless cry of a zombie wandering around with no sense of reason. It was the same for Rachiel and the special forces escorting him, who happened to be passing nearby.

The same was true for Damian, who was swinging his sword to break the warlock’s defensive spell from a far away place.

‘one more time.’

Almost everything is broken now.

Damian glared downward. A warlock crouching like a bug. The cracks in the defensive magic surrounding him became clear. Now all it takes is once. With one sword strike, you can cut off the guy’s head.

But it was that moment.

“….”

Damian, who was raising his sword for the final blow, suddenly saw it. The warlock was looking up at him. He was smiling with eyes filled with strange madness. It was the kind of laughter that would make anyone who saw it feel scared.

What is it?

What does it mean?

But it doesn’t matter.

Because he’s going to end soon.

Shhh!

Damian lowered his sword without hesitation. But he could not bring the sword down to the end. It had to be that way.

…Tukwahahag!

Suddenly, zombies in one direction caused a surprise mass corpse explosion. A murderous heat wave and shock waves covering a radius of more than 100 meters swept the battlefield, devastating the entire area.

“…!”

Damian’s eyes opened in shock.

It was an explosion that occurred at the point where Prince Rakiel, whom he wanted to protect so much, was moving.