The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine

Chapter 256

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 256

Episode 256 Efficacy of Woongnyeo Therapy (1)

It allows people to finally exist as human beings.

Among them, is there anything greater than pious faith in God and love for one’s neighbors? Archbishop Bertona of the Ecliptic Diocese of Magenta has always had such firm beliefs.

It was the same today too.

So he was happy.

It was because he had finally received a call from the crown prince and came to the villa.

‘at las…!’

Archbishop Bertona secretly clenched his fists. To be honest, I wanted to strengthen my relationship with the crown prince for a long time. But there was no suitable reason. There was only a brief contact when he was treating Emperor Asterion’s stroke, and the crown prince never called him after that.

‘You can’t do that. It’s difficult.’

It was really difficult.

He was the crown prince who would become the owner of the royal family in the future. However, unlike previous emperors, he showed no signs of being close to the religious order.

That wasn’t all.

The crown prince created an oriental medicine clinic in his villa and grew it day by day. Treated numerous patients free of charge. Recently, even nobles have begun to visit oriental medicine clinics. Thanks to this… the income of the Ecliptic Magenta Diocese has decreased by 25%!

“….”

The archbishop’s expression became gloomy for a moment.

In fact, it was not a religious organization that was run by digging in the ground. God gave us love, but he did not give us creamy bread. In reality, it was impossible to run a religious order without money.

The largest source of income for such denominations was donations. To be precise, it was a donation in gratitude for treatment. The priests and monks of the order could use minor blessings and were well-versed in their own herbalism. He had sufficient capacity to treat illnesses as small as a minor cold or body aches.

When treatment was nominally free, those who received the treatment made donations as a form of gratitude. That was the custom and the economic foundation that made the denomination run.

However, that source of income was greatly reduced due to the oriental medicine clinic at the crown prince’s villa. Now, when the citizens of the imperial capital get sick, they go to the villa’s oriental medicine clinic instead of the nearby monastery. Because it’s free. There is a well-known rumor that he has superior healing skills.

“…ha.”

A sigh flows out again.

To be honest, I wanted to go see the crown prince and ask him a favor. Of course it was impossible. It was impossible to openly say to the crown prince, ‘Let’s reduce the business of your oriental medicine clinic because our source of income is cut off.’

But today a chance came!

I have a chance to meet the crown prince!

‘What did you call me for?’

I couldn’t tell.

However, expectations arose.

Since it was a call from the crown prince who had never looked for him in the meantime, I thought that he must have something to ask of him out of regret.

That’s it. That’s enough. If you grant the crown prince’s request, there will be room to subtly insert our demands. Because we can somehow try to negotiate.

‘So please…’

Please do me a favor, Your Highness the Crown Prince!

Archbishop Bertona entered the villa hoping and hoping. I received guidance from the chamberlain. But it was a strange thing. The direction in which the chief chamberlain gave guidance was quite strange.

“This doesn’t seem to be the main building of the villa. Where are we going?”

If you were to meet the crown prince, it would have to be in the main building of the villa with a reception room. Not now. It was going in the opposite direction from the main building.

The chamberlain answered as if it was no big deal.

“Yes, Archbishop. “His Royal Highness is waiting for the Archbishop in Ward 1.”

“Ward 1?”

“Yes, Archbishop.”

“….”

What is it?

Why is he calling himself a ward where patients will be? The answer was only found when I first encountered the crown prince in the hospital ward.

“Nice to meet you, Archbishop. Thank you for your hard work in coming this far. This patient, by the way. “Do you feel anything when you see it?”

“…yes?”

As soon as he sees himself, the crown prince immediately shows him a patient. The archbishop felt dazed. Then, I soon became shocked.

“What?”

As soon as I saw the patient the crown prince was pointing to, I felt a chill. The feeling of encountering something that should not be encountered. The lingering scent of an extremely evil, dark, and unpleasant being. Uneasiness, a sense of crisis, and wariness all came together and stuck to my back.

“This is…”

“Is my personal diagnosis correct, Archbishop?”

“Have you… made a diagnosis, Your Highness?”

“yes. “Are you a vampire?”

“….”

The archbishop did not answer hastily. It seemed like confirmation was needed. He stretched out his hand cautiously. Before he knew it, he was holding the round symbol of the Holy Church in his hand.

However, the patient who saw the symbol held out by the archbishop…

“Huh?”

I opened my eyes. My whole body stiffened. Then he shouted.

“Save everyone! help me!”

“…!”

It was such a sudden uproar. The patient was running rampant, ready to run away from here at any moment. If it had not been for the help of head nurse Anis, the patient would have jumped out the window before anyone could stop him.

Wow!

“…Kk!”

Anise’s enormous grip pressed down gently on the patient’s shoulder. The patient was unable to move, was crushed, and was sweating profusely.

The archbishop’s expression hardened.

“If you react like this when looking at the holy relic… then… it is certain that your body is being mutated into a vampire or other similar undead.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“As expected…”

Rakiel’s expression also hardened. Honestly, I wondered if it was possible. Fang marks carved into the nape of every patient’s neck. And the behavior of avoiding the smell of garlic. Looking at that, I thought, ‘Huh?’ I had a thought.

So he called the archbishop.

Since ancient times, there is no one better than a priest to kill a vampire. So I asked for confirmation and the result was as expected.

The archbishop asked with a serious look in his eyes.

“majesty? “How did you end up with someone like this?”

“Somehow, people showing these symptoms started flocking to the villa.”

“They came…?”

“yes.”

“How much is that number, Your Majesty?”

“It looks like there are about 200 people.”

“….”

The archbishop is now astonished because it is so serious. Rachiel asked him.

“So, I have a question I would like to ask the Archbishop. “Can the church treat people who are transformed into vampires?”

Maybe treatment is possible. Because it’s a denomination. Indeed, the archbishop, who had shaken off his momentary embarrassment, nodded with trusting eyes.

“Of course, Your Highness.”

“Is that so?”

“yes. It doesn’t matter if there are ten or a hundred people. “All treatments are possible.”

“Oh oh. “What method are you using?”

The cure rate is 100 percent.

I can’t stand this.

Rachiel asked, feeling an opportunity to learn and reference. But the archbishop’s answer was…

“You can just burn it.”

“yes?”

“A person who accidentally suffers from vampirism can be burned cleanly with a purifying flame and reduced to ashes.”

“What…”

“The ashes that remain are safe and clean. Because it is a flame of purification. Of course, the metamorphosis will not progress any further, Your Majesty.”

“….”

I was dumbfounded. The word is a flame of purification, but if translated directly, wouldn’t it just mean to burn the patient at the stake?

‘Why is it so extreme?’

okay. It is true that if you burn it away, the metamorphosis will disappear. That’s great. Neat. Ascension to heaven with a handful of dioxin without limit. Fine dust levels are soaring. Global warming is accelerating. Saying goodbye to your respiratory health forever. anyway.

“Is that really the end of the treatment methods used by the church?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“….”

“The religious order has chosen burning at the stake as the most reliable and traditional treatment since ancient times. Of course, you might find it absurd. You probably don’t understand it right away. But everything happens for a reason.”

“For what reason?”

“This is because vampire transformation is a phenomenon that cannot be cured in the first place.”

A pity appeared in the Archbishop’s eyes as he looked at the patient with paralysis.

“We know that burning at the stake is extreme. However, the church has a long history of conflict with numerous undead, especially vampires. Thanks to that, I found out. “The only result of mutagenesis is mutation or death.”

“Mutation or death….”

“Yes, Your Highness. According to old records kept in the church, one in 20 people suffering from metamorphosis were reborn as vampires. On the other hand, the remaining 19 people….”

“Are they going to die?”

“yes. “It’s probably due to the body’s inability to withstand rapid changes.”

“…Tsk.”

I finally understood why the church chose burning at the stake as the only option. On the other hand, I had doubts.

“Then maybe. “The church must have tried various treatments for patients with dysplasia. Was garlic therapy one of them?”

“yes?”

The archbishop tilts his head.

When I saw that, I had a premonition. I’ve never used garlic before. At the same time, a flame of hope slowly bloomed.

“Then, Archbishop? “I’m going to bring in another patient, so could you take a look at his condition?”

“Another patient?”

“This patient was fed only raw garlic and mugwort for four days.”

“…yes?”

The archbishop’s eyes caused a magnitude 8.0 earthquake. The look in his eyes seemed to ask what he was talking about.

But Rachiel didn’t care. A signal was sent down the hallway. Soon another patient came in. It was Valentino, who was once a doctor at the villa’s oriental medicine clinic.

“This is the patient. “He is also the first patient to be seen with dysentery.”

“So, are you saying that this patient was fed only raw garlic and mugwort for four days, Your Highness?”

“yes.”

“Isn’t that torture?”

“It is a treatment to overcome metamorphosis and return to being human.”

“….”

That?

why?

The archbishop wanted to ask.

Rakiel spoke with confidence(?).

“I discovered this by chance, but people with dyskinesia were scared by the smell of garlic. There were no exceptions. When I saw that, it suddenly occurred to me. “It is the founding myth of an ancient kingdom in the East.”

“The founding of a nation… a myth?”

“yes. This is something I learned through a document I came across by chance. According to the founding myth, a bear who wanted to become a human achieved his dream(?) by eating only garlic and mugwort.”

“But it seems like it’s just a figurative myth…”

“Besides, isn’t it a well-known fact that vampires absolutely hate garlic?”

“no. “This is my first time hearing it, Your Highness.”

“is it so?”

“yes.”

“….”

That fact wasn’t known in this world. Is it because people here eat less garlic in the first place?

Well, anyway.

“Those findings led me to develop a hypothesis. “I thought that if I fed a patient suffering from vampire metamorphosis a large amount of garlic, which scares vampires, I might be able to suppress the progression of the metamorphosis.”

“So, I gave this patient raw garlic…”

“Yes. I fed it. Regularly. “Three meals a day.”

“….”

You crazy bastard.

The archbishop felt sorry for the patient who was under the crown prince’s spell(?). It’s not that it wasn’t, but the complexion of the newly brought dyslexia patient before my eyes was very dull. The cheeks were sunken and the area under the eyes was puffy. It felt like if I touched it at any moment, it would explode… no, it would collapse.

‘oh my god. ‘How much suffering must it have taken to get to this point?’

I felt sorry for him. As I watched, my sorrow and love for humanity soared. I thought it would be better to make it easier by burning him at the stake.

“majesty? I don’t know if it’s a bit presumptuous to say this, but… “This patient who was fed garlic is doing very poorly.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“Then, why don’t you offer the sacred object to this patient just like you did to the patient earlier?”

“….”

why?

A question came to mind.

However, the archbishop obediently followed the crown prince’s words. As before, I held out the holy relic. Then, as expected, the patient Valentino’s dazed expression became cruelly distorted.

“That wow!”

It was the same reaction as the patient before. As soon as he saw the holy relic, he clearly looked scared and distressed. I knew it. Things like garlic have no effect.

… at a time when the archbishop was having mixed thoughts.

The crown prince asked in a quiet voice.

“Valentino? Do you like holy things and garlic?”

“…a holy relic!”

Wow!

There was no time for the Archbishop to react. The patient, Valentino, hugged the relic with an enthusiastic(?) expression.

It was the moment when the efficacy of ‘Woongnyeo Therapy’, a new concept treatment for vampire transformation that was completely unknown on the Laurasia continent, was proven(?) for the first time.