The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine

Chapter 383

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 383

Episode 383 Please press the curiosity solving button (2)

‘Curiosity solving button found.’

Rachiel had a rewarding smile on the corner of her mouth. It had to be that way. This was why I was naturally satisfied when I saw the chestnut-like back of Armin, a boy from a shabby family, walking ahead of me down the hallway to guide me here.

‘of course. ‘The perfect person to ask questions has appeared, right?’

The 3rd emperor of the Magentano Empire.

And the Assassin Margrave family.

What happened between the two? What happened that made the Margrave react like before by removing his crane?

It was full of questions.

On the other hand, I also heard suspicions.

‘It’s such a strange thing. The Margrave’s family is one of the most prominent families in the empire. This is an incident in which such a family was forcibly ‘given up’ on part of their most powerful mental law, the Assassin’s Mental Law.’

It’s a very big event. If that’s the case, there should definitely be a record. But I have never seen such a record. Of course, it was the novel Demon Sword Emperor. A history book of the imperial family? It was the same.

‘Actually, I looked into history books little by little whenever I had time. Trouble between the Margrave family and the third emperor? Conflict? ‘I haven’t even seen anything similar.’

Rakiel searched for memories.

He believed that his greatest weapon in living in this unfamiliar world was the superiority of information. I remember reading the novel Demon Sword Emperor. Thanks to you, I learned a lot of information. They actually helped him survive and adapt tremendously.

However, I could not feel reassured by the contents of the novel alone. The novel was just a means of showing only a part of this place. I thought that if I only trusted the information in the novel, I might end up in big trouble someday.

So, whenever I had time, I would look into various records, including the history books of the imperial family. Thanks to this, I was able to recite most of the history of the Magentano imperial family.

Nevertheless, I don’t know about the incident between the 3rd emperor and the Asrahan family. Because I’ve never seen it. Because it was not recorded in any records.

‘Then, is the incident that the Margrave said false? no. Given the circumstances, it must be seen as a secret story that was intentionally erased from history.’

It would be a loss to the royal family if it were recorded. Because it’s probably a secret you want to hide. Perhaps that is why no records were left behind. Today, it would have been forgotten by most people, including the royal family.

Nevertheless, the bloodlines of the Margrave’s family must have remembered that incident for generations. In other words, to know the inside story of the incident, it would have to be heard through the mouth of a member of the Margrave’s family.

‘But he’s the perfect person to recite it. ‘It’s perfect.’

Rakiel walked after Armin, trying hard to keep a happy expression on his lips. Fortunately, the accommodation was not far away. An annex to the left of the Margin Baekje was the entire accommodation given to us.

“This is the bedroom you will be using, Your Highness.”

The bedroom provided was also very large and neat. At least in terms of area, it seemed to be as big as a bedroom in a villa. However, Rachiel’s interest was not the Margrave’s family’s interior sense(?).

“But hey?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“You said that when you greeted me earlier, right? “Every time I want something or have a question, I call you and solve it.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“huh. “Then let me ask you one question.”

“Please ask.”

“What on earth did the third emperor of Magentano do to force your family to give up some of its shady spiritual laws?”

“….”

Did this question become an unexpected dagger?

Armin flinched his shoulders sharply, as if someone had suddenly been stabbed in the solar plexus. That wasn’t all. Even so, the slightly cold expression on his face suddenly hardened.

But Rakiel didn’t care.

“It’s because I’m curious.”

“….”

“If you’re curious, ask.”

“….”

“answer.”

“Hey, Your Highness. The answer to that question is…”

“The answer?”

“I’m truly sorry, but it’s a bit… difficult to answer.”

Armin bowed his head. Thanks to this, his facial expression was not clearly visible, but his flared up ears were clearly visible.

Rakiel just tilted his head slightly.

“Why are you in trouble?”

“That’s because… it’s something I can’t talk about lightly.”

“thoughtlessly?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“why?”

“….”

“I need to know something. Because then everyone will be happy.”

It’s true.

I think I can properly persuade the Margrave only if I know the details of the incident with the third emperor. Only if persuasion works well can you negotiate, fix their hearts, equip Damian with a multi-mana heart(?), and completely overcome type 1 diabetes.

Truly a win-win. Two birds with one stone. I like my sister and my brother-in-law. Buy 1+1 snacks and even win a free gift. When I gave a vicious education to a malicious commenter, the devil tried to come and backstepped me up the stairs to heaven. Etc. etc. Anyway.

Rachiel asked with the determination to use this opportunity to find out what happened with the third emperor.

“and you. “You said his name was Armin, right?”

“Yes…yes, Your Highness.”

“Armin? “Are you continuing to disobey the crown prince’s orders?”

“….”

“Ego. Hold your head up. answer?”

The guy still had his head down. answer? There was none. Are you worried deeply? Is it that difficult to say that?

The guy’s answer that eventually came back was unexpected.

“Please kill me instead.”

“uh?”

“I would rather die than suffer the shame of having to say that with my own mouth, Your Highness.”

“What?”

“I’m not the first. This is not new either. “You probably don’t think that there has been anyone in the family’s history who chose honorable suicide in order to avoid experiencing the shame and disgrace of talking about that incident.”

“….”

I guess that incident was more shameful than anyone could imagine for the Margrave’s family. Seeing his attitude made me feel a little sad. A guy who hasn’t even had blood on his head yet talks about committing suicide just because he doesn’t want to talk about it. Why is the Margrave’s family’s home education so extreme?

Rachiel grinned, filled with such regret.

“okay. Then let’s die.”

“…yes?”

Armin is shocked.

Was this reaction also unexpected to him?

Rakiel asked without heeding anything.

“Choose. Do you want to die or should I kill you? “I guess murder is a little easier than suicide, right?”

“yes? “What is that…”

“Damian, catch this guy.”

As soon as the command was given, Damian moved. The black-haired escort’s hand was neither harsh nor merciful. Armin, caught by Damian’s incredible strength, was thrown onto the bed in just a few seconds.

“My Highness! “What is this!”

“What is what. Ask me to kill you. “Tie it up.”

I winked at Damian. It didn’t take more than a minute for Armin’s limbs to be tightly bound by the torn bed sheets.

“majesty? majesty!”

“It’s noisy. “Let’s cover our mouths.”

Damian moved again. An impromptu gag covered Armin’s mouth.

“Whoop whoop! Whoop!”

“ah. “It’s better now.”

“Woof! Whoop whoop!”

“Lululu. “How should I kill you?”

“Oof! Whoop!”

“Hey little girl?”

“tail!”

Hearing Armin’s increasingly urgent grunts, Rachiel called out to the little girl. Soon, the thorn of the thorn was in Rakiel’s hand.

Armin’s complexion turned pale when he saw that.

“I would rather kill you. “But why do you look like that now?”

“…Eup! “Ugh!”

“Don’t move. “It hurts more.”

Tot!

The white thorn was struck without any hesitation or mercy.

“Ugh!”

Armin experiences thorn torture(?) for the first time in his life. The place where the first thorn was inserted was the extreme heavenly acupoint of the Susoum Sutra.

However, Armin’s reaction to being stabbed with the Extreme Heavenly Point was not normal.

“…His mouth! mouth! Eup! “Sweet!”

Actually, it’s natural.

The location of the Geukcheonhyeol is the armpit.

‘Umm, sorry.’

Acupuncture is something you may not be familiar with. A situation where one is forcibly tied to a bed. In a situation where I don’t know if this is a treatment or not, the first time in my life I was stabbed in the armpit. When I thought about it, it was understandable that I was scared.

But Rachiel’s acupuncture did not stop.

Thodot! Tot!

Without giving him a chance to rest, he stabbed the minor sea acupoint on the inside of his elbow and the minor congestive acupuncture point at the base of the nail of his little finger one after another.

It didn’t stop there.

I held the thorns stuck in three blood vessels and gently turned them clockwise.

“Ugh! Wow! class! Yup!”

The guy broke out in a cold sweat. For a moment our eyes met. It was a look filled with determination. No matter how you look at it, those are the eyes of a fighter(?) enduring torture. When I saw it, a wry smile naturally bloomed. Of course, that didn’t stop his hand.

Knock knock!

This time, I hit the stuck thorn with a hammer. Then, Armin’s waist bent like a bow and he performed the Lamprey Ascension Dance.

“Ugh! Ugh!”

Tears welled up in Armin’s eyes. The handsome boy with blue-gray hair could not understand this situation. On the one hand, it was extremely unfair.

I didn’t do anything wrong. I just received an order from my grandfather, the head of the family, to take good care of the crown prince. So all I did was guide them to their accommodation.

But why do I have to be tortured like this? Why do I have to endure this pain? I was scared, unfair, and angry at the same time. This was even more so when he thought about the prince’s seemingly indifferent attitude when he asked him to tell him about the shame of the Dajjagojja family.

‘Prince… you…!’

It’s the worst!

I wanted to shout that out right away. But I couldn’t because of the gag. Instead, he only sent a look of resentment.

But then Armin witnessed it. The overly serious appearance of the crown prince who is torturing(?) himself. Even the sight of sweat dripping from his forehead.

‘…why?’

Could it be that they put that much effort into harassing just one person? Like someone doing research. Sometimes I tilt my head. Try touching the thorn again. Concentrate as if observing something. In the meantime, my eyes are only focused on this chest.

Besides… now that I think about it, the spot where the thorn pricked doesn’t seem to be particularly painful.

‘what?’

Armin realized an unexpected fact only later. It didn’t hurt. I was pricked by such a large thorn on my armpit and the root of my fingernail on the inside of my elbow… but it didn’t hurt. No, I didn’t feel anything.

It was strange. It was amazing. It felt like a lie. The crown prince’s mutterings to himself while looking at this side of his chest were also similar.

“That’s strange. “If it’s a genetic cause, signs should be visible in the ventricular septum or lateral wall around this age, right?”

“….”

“what? that’s interesting. “So they say genetic factors are not the cause.”

“….”

“Was the family history a lie? It’s not. That can’t be possible. But why is Circle like this?”

“Eup?”

“uh. wait for a sec. Stay a while. “More observations.”

“….”

“It doesn’t hurt, right?”

“Ugh.”

“Oh, that’s enough.”

“….”

what.

Have I been receiving a medical examination this whole time?

Belated realization struck Armin’s prejudice hard.