The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine

Chapter 450

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 450

Episode 450 Naked Prince (3)

“Have you heard the news?”

Harmas, the royal capital of Harmion.

The morning here was busy as usual. The merchants in the market had set up early and started soliciting customers. The women’s steps, breaking through their voices, were busy.

People running because they overslept. People who yawn to soothe their sleepiness that they were unable to shake off. Even the dog that went out for an early walk. It was a time when the entire city was waking up from its sleep.

But this morning was a little more noisy than usual. It was because of a rumor that spread to every corner of the capital in just one day.

“You mean that news? “What do you mean?”

A young worker who was fixing a bar sign tilted his head. The old worker clicked his tongue in pity.

“Tsk tsk. “It’s because your young friend is so slow to hear news.”

“Oh, so what kind of news is that?”

“It’s a story about the Third Prince.”

“The Third Prince?”

“yes.”

“He… didn’t he lose the prince’s palace where he was living in seclusion not long ago? “Because of the fire.”

“You know that? But that news is not the end.”

“Then what is it?”

“Actually, it looks like the Third Prince… didn’t just stay away for three years.”

The old worker glanced around and lowered his voice.

“It turns out that he came back into the world with tremendous power.”

“You mean…forceless?”

The young worker tilted his head. And he responded as if he was saying something stupid.

“What kind of novel are you talking about? He must be seventeen now, but let’s say he’s helpless…”

“That’s what you’re saying. “You probably didn’t hear the story yesterday about the 1st and 2nd princes running away holding their heads because they were oppressed by the 3rd prince’s power, right?”

“…yes?”

What does that mean?

The old worker continued.

“It may seem like a lie, but it’s true. “There must be one or two witnesses.”

“Who did you hear that from?”

“Don’t be surprised. “The servant of the three princes who was at the scene at the time was the son of my wife’s cousin’s in-laws’ house, the uncle’s son’s son’s best friend’s second cousin’s house, my girlfriend’s dog walker, my friend’s mother’s classmate’s house, and the couple’s regular house.”

“…Isn’t that just a fictional character?”

“Oops. “What nonsense.”

“….”

“Anyway, this is a vivid eyewitness account from a reliable source.”

“So what does that have to do with us?”

“It does matter.”

The old worker straightened his shoulders and said.

“Wouldn’t the future direction of the throne change?”

“Ah…”

“I guess it’s just that. “Isn’t it true that the first prince, who served as the heir to the throne, was a little… unreliable?”

“Well, it was a bit like that, wasn’t it?”

“yes. But what I’m saying is that now a better candidate has emerged. haha.”

“Sure, that makes some sense.”

The old worker laughed.

The young worker agreed.

Such whispers were not only shared here.

In front of a bar with a new sign, in the front yard of a market selling fresh eggs, even among monks preparing for morning prayers on carts on their way to work, yawning.

Everyone was having similar conversations.

It turns out that the 3rd prince’s seclusion was training to acquire tremendous military power. It is said that thanks to this, the three princes gained the divine power to split the earth and turn the sky upside down.

It is said that the 1st and 2nd princes, tired of his power, ran away and hid their tails like a puppy that was tired of pooping.

Moreover, the growing rumors did not end there.

The King, who heard the news about the third prince, was very satisfied and laughed. It is said that other surrounding countries are even preparing to send special envoys.

Prophets are saying that in the next 30 years, our country will unify the entire continent, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, etc.

“Has the three princes who are involved heard that the rumor is spreading widely?”

“Oh no, never.”

“Well, I thought so.”

The time when the morning passes and the afternoon sunlight slowly decreases. Rakiel chuckled as he told the three princes the rumor that had already spread to every corner of the capital. And asked the 3 princes.

“So, I also have a question. “Why on earth is that like that?”

“yes?”

“Yesterday. As soon as he saw the 1st and 2nd princes, he ran towards them furiously. “Just like this now.”

“Ah…”

The 3rd prince gently shrugged his shoulders when Rachiel pointed out, ‘Just like this now.’ And then he glanced down at his naked body.

“Well, I was just happy to see you.”

“Because I’m glad to see you?”

“yes.”

The 3rd prince said.

“I was just a little overwhelmed when I saw his face. Actually, there were times when I hated him before, but I wonder what was the use of all that. Even so, in the end, we are brothers who share blood, so I thought it would be better for everyone to have positive competition rather than hating each other. Because of those thoughts and feelings that suddenly occurred to me, I became a little touched without realizing it…”

“So, are you shaking?”

…Nod.

“Are you just running forward with your arms wide open?”

…Nod.

“Don’t do that next time.”

“…yes.”

The 3rd prince reflected (?) and blushed.

A happy smile appeared on Rachiel’s lips.

‘Anyway, it’s not bad.’

It’s good for everyone.

Thanks to yesterday’s events, public opinion toward the 1st and 2nd princes has completely cooled. On the contrary, the 3rd prince emerged as the best hot guy(?) successor.

If you think about it, this was definitely not a loss for him and the Magentano Empire in the future.

‘If the three princes keep this momentum and really become the next king, then we can look forward to a warmer relationship with Harmion from then on.’

It is quite possible.

The bright eyes of the three princes looking at me right now were the biggest proof.

“But crown prince?”

“yes?”

“Is the Crown Prince someone sent down from heaven?”

“…yes?”

“I just felt that way a little bit.”

The 3rd prince, who made a foolish noise, blushed slightly. And he quietly expressed his thoughts.

“You suddenly appeared in front of me while I was alone and praying without any hope. “That day, the palace of the three princes was decorated as if it were on fire.”

“…Have you noticed? “That the fire at the Third Prince’s Palace was fake?”

“I didn’t know at first.”

The 3rd prince smiled awkwardly.

“Because you prepared so thoroughly, it took some time to figure it out. Well, it doesn’t really matter anymore. As you can see, it was thanks to that staged fire that I was able to receive treatment and get better.”

The 3rd prince showed off his forearm.

About half of the scabs that had been stuck on had naturally disappeared. Immaculate new skin coming up in its place. The cracked, oozing skin that it used to be was no longer visible.

It wasn’t just his forearms.

The face was like that too. On his head, golden hair was sprouting like buds. Of course, the back of the neck, shoulders, and legs were covered.

Even my feet, which are the main source(?) of athlete’s foot, seemed to have improved considerably compared to before.

“This is all thanks to the crown prince.”

“I just did what I had to do. “It’s not free treatment anyway.”

“Are you planning to take over the city of Tennion?”

“yes.”

“But I’m still grateful.”

“is that so.”

“yes. “You helped me discover the happiness of new freedom.”

“…no way.”

“that’s right. This sense of freedom and pride that is not tied down to mere clothes. “If it weren’t for the Crown Prince, I would have had to live without knowing until I die.”

“….”

“Ugh. “It’s scary to even think about it.”

“….”

Yeah, I’m terrible too.

I wonder what kind of monster(?) am I releasing into the world?

Rachiel said, swallowing the bitter smile that was about to come out.

“Still, it is too early to be reassured. I said it before, right? Athlete’s foot treatment only starts when you feel that you are feeling slightly better. “If you stop treatment clumsily at a time like this…”

“You said that you will suffer more due to stronger fungi that have developed resistance, and the road to complete cure will become even longer.”

“I remember.”

“of course. So now you are going to tell my servants how to make decoctions and ointments and then leave?”

“…Did you even notice that?”

“A little?”

The Third Prince shrugged his shoulders.

A happy smile appeared on Rakiel’s lips.

Now that I see it, I understand why the King of Harmion was so sad about the 3rd prince’s illness. Smart. But it’s not evil.

At this level, he seems like a good guy to have as a political partner forever.

Besides…

“Then, from now on, it will be my homework not to miss taking the decoction and applying the ointment on a regular basis. Right?”

“That’s right.”

“Also… Do you think the crown prince might come visit me sometimes if I neglect my homework?”

“yes?”

“I thought it would be good if you came to see me, even if only to give me some harsh advice. brother.”

“…yes?”

“Hey, when it’s just the two of us, can’t I just call you hyung?”

“Uh um.”

…This guy follows this side more than I thought. Come to think of it, he’s only seventeen years old. I thought that might be enough.

In the end, Rakiel burst out laughing.

“Then I can talk comfortably when it’s just the two of us, right?”

“Sure!”

“Uh uh stop stop. “Don’t come any closer.”

“yes? why?”

“Put some on!”

“You said it’s better for treatment if you take it off?”

“It doesn’t look good to me!”

Rachiel kicked and pushed away the third prince, Christian, who was trying to get closer. Of course, Kristan giggled nonetheless. Rachiel’s mouth also had a smile on it.

At the same time he felt. Now, the time to return to the ecliptic palace is approaching.

?

Several days have passed.

In the meantime, Rachiel trained the servants of the 3rd Prince Christan. It was to teach the 3rd Prince the exact recipe for the immunity booster, ‘Cheongsangbangpungtang’ and the antifungal ointment, ‘Athlete’s Foot Eradication Go.’

Education was harsh.

Even the third prince, Christian, was the subject of education.

“Listen, Christan. This is the medicine you will drink and apply. But you don’t know how to make it and leave it to strangers? There may be problems later. So at least you should be able to sense by watching whether these things are being made correctly. okay?”

“Your brother.”

Christan learned the recipe more enthusiastically than anyone else. The servants and maids were also swept up in that atmosphere.

Thanks to this, after 15 days, Christian and the maids were able to make the perfect Cheongsangbangpungtang and Athlete’s Foot Killer according to the recipe.

“…But why doesn’t Damian look like this these days?”

After completing the fifteenth day of training, Rakiel grumbled as soon as she returned to her dorm. It’s not that I haven’t seen Damian at all these days.

That’s how the escort’s empty seat looks like. These days, the vacuum was filled through cooperation between the special forces, including Sergius, and the knights of the Royal Guard, including Sir Frandel.

“I’ve been curious about it since last month, but I didn’t say anything on purpose. I thought maybe there was a reason. But isn’t it a bit much to stay away for a month to the point where it’s hard to even see him? “So, I’m asking, is Damian by any chance dating here without my knowledge?”

“That’s not it.”

Lord Frandel answered at attention.

“Sir Damian Cayenne has been temporarily excluded from escort duties since he submitted a valid reason a month ago.”

“Excluded from escort? “A reasonable cause?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“And Lord Frandel approved that statement?”

“As expected, Your Highness.”

“What was the reason?”

Rachiel felt puzzled.

The Sir Frandel he had seen so far was not one to do things half-heartedly.

No, on the contrary, he was a man who placed great importance on principles and principles, to the point where it seemed like he was overly strict at times.

But you personally approved Damian, our official closest bodyguard, being excluded from his duties for a month. I wondered how ‘justifiable’ a reason it would have been to approve it.

Sir Frandel answered.

“The reason was Sir Cayenne’s self-improvement, Your Majesty.”

“Self-development?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Did you sign up for the academy without my knowledge?”

“…yes?”

“Or maybe get some tutoring?”

“It’s not like that….”

“Or?”

“Your Majesty, I said it was for intensive training in multi-manahat. So…”

“So?”

“I understand that Sir Cayenne has been destroying all the knights here in Harmion one after another without a single exception for an entire month, Your Highness.”

“…what?”

“Furthermore…”

What followed was Lord Frandel’s even more shocking report or testimony(?). The moment Rakiel received it through her eardrums, she had to doubt her own eardrums.