The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine

Chapter 468

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 468

Episode 468 Requesting cooperation (2)

“It’s been a while, Lloyd.”

Hell King Haviel said.

Raquiel flinched as he listened.

‘…what?’

Lloyd?

It’s a somewhat familiar name.

It’s a name I heard once.

As for where it was….

[It’s been a while. So are you happy with me? Huh?]

“It can’t be so. “Did you eat something wrong?”

[I woke up because of you.]

“At this hour?”

[Look here. It’s dawn here in heaven, man.]

“Oh, I forgot that there was a time difference with hell. sorry.”

[After waking everyone up. okay. What is your business?]

…After listening, I understand.

It is certainly.

Javiel Asrahan, King of Hell.

There is only one person with the name ‘Loid’ who can talk to him so comfortably.

‘Lloyd Frontera.’

Suddenly I remembered.

I’ve seen it on record.

Did you say that Magentano was a genius land planner in the last days when it was still called a kingdom? Javiel Asrahan’s young master. A man who achieved numerous achievements that are engraved in history. Father of Charlotte Frontera Magentano, the first empress who turned Magentano into an empire.

‘But… that person is an archangel?’

A new and surprising surprise.

On the other hand, I was even more surprised because of the memories that came to mind.

‘According to the records, Lloyd Fronte did not have a very good personality.’

They said it was selfish.

He said it was petty.

They said it was a miser.

On the other hand, he was said to be a person who pursued extreme efficiency and loved money more than anything else in the world.

But is that person an archangel?

“….”

What kind of place is it in heaven?

While I was feeling a little distant(?), an unrealistic conversation between the King of Hell and the archangel continued.

“It’s not that big of a deal. “This is an issue that requires heavenly cooperation.”

[Co-operation?]

“Yes, Lloyd.”

[Why did you call me so early in the morning?]

“It’s afternoon here.”

[It should be done based on the recipient. Do you want to get sued?]

“You sure don’t want to mention the psychological damage caused by being woken up without permission, right?”

[Oh, is that true?]

“Mental damage depends on how you decide.”

[Write it. What kind of strange thing are you going to say again?]

“Lloyd, imagine lying peacefully in a green forest with a clear pond.”

[I still feel bad.]

“Imagine paying off all your installments and credit loans.”

[Ah, I feel relieved.]

“Thank goodness.”

[So what is the cooperation for?]

“We are trying to connect the Hell Gate, which will be maintained for a certain period of time, with the human world.”

[Are you going to invade the ground?]

“That’s not true.”

[Or who made you angry?]

“That’s not it either. But-”

[Just?]

“Thousands of dead people who suddenly sacrificed themselves under the curse of a warlock… blah blah blah… they didn’t realize their death… this and that… they needed help from the human world’s hospital facilities. “I felt like I deserved it, so blah blah… I did it.”

[Write it. Be grandiose.]

“As you know, Lloyd, this is something that cannot be pursued through the sole decision of the King of Hell, so I had no choice but to contact you. Would you like to cooperate?”

[It’s possible.]

“…No way.”

[Have you noticed?]

“I guess you’re trying to tell me it’s not free, right?”

[Of course.]

Archangel Lloyd Frontera’s answering voice began to sparkle with life.

[Is there anything free in this world? Huh?]

“….”

[Should we make our civil servants work to write mutual aid documents? Should I be paid hourly for the amount of work I do? Besides, it costs money to print official documents on paper, right? Paper manufacturers must work hard to make paper, right? There must be transportation costs to supply wood to the paper mill, right? The food and commuting costs of the woodcutter who cuts down that tree don’t just fall from the sky, right? Even trees don’t grow for free. How much work does it take to plant the seeds, water and fertilize them, and monitor them to prevent forest fires?]

“….”

[But you’re going to get that for free?]

“But Lloyd.”

[Uh huh. What was my favorite?]

“It’s give and take. To be exact, it’s a give and take of 5.3:4.7 where Lloyd has a very slight advantage.”

[What is the ratio of 0.3, where I gain slightly more?]

“Withholding tax.”

[If you know that, why do you keep saying it’s free? Are we doing business for a day or two?]

“…No.”

[So I won?]

“I admit it. “I always win with the face.”

[Um…]

“Height and proportions are the same.”

[….]

“Then, please send the form through the secretary of the transaction agreement pursuant to the mutual agreement.”

[How can I not say a word?]

“Is it just Lloyd?”

“….”

What on earth is this conversation I’m hearing right now? Even just listening to it, this feels like a conversation between the King of Hell and the King of Hell.

Rakiel felt like his head was going a little crazy. On the other hand, I was also curious.

What was the story behind the two heroes who were once the twin chariots of the founding of the empire, becoming the King of Hell and the Archangel? Moreover, how did this person named Lloyd, who actually seems much more suited to hell, become an archangel? Will the heavenly world he rules be safe(?)? Even the angels are fine.

But there was no opportunity to answer those questions. Before I knew it, Javiel, the King of Hell, had finished his phone call with the archangel.

“Then I’ll contact you again next time.”

[no. I’ll contact you.]

“By your standards, you mean during the day?”

[uh. Of course.]

“Then it must be the middle of the night here.”

[uh. Of course.]

“Are you going to at least sing me a lullaby?”

[Isn’t that obvious?]

“Then I’ll contact you first. The day. “Based on this standard.”

[Yes, block.]

“….”

[Goodbye, then.]

“I understand. Lloyd too. then.”

Click.

The call has ended.

Javiel, the King of Hell, captured the emotions he felt for the first time in a long time. A strange feeling mixed half longing and half disgust. It’s an ironic feeling that brings a smile to the end of your mouth.

But a ball is a ball and life is a life.

“You probably heard it all. “The heavens have agreed to cooperate.”

“Yes, I heard. King of Hell.”

“Then, let’s open the temporary open Hell Gate that you wanted. First of all, before that…”

King Haviel of Hell pointed out the window of his office.

“While Hell Gate is being prepared, it would be a good idea to first meet the dead who will be treated in the future.”

“Do you mean to prepare to lead the way?”

“yes. “It’s good that the story flows well.”

“All right.”

Rachiel quickly bowed and retreated from the presence of the King of Hell. The path to meet the victims to be treated was guided by the Satans of hell. However, the attitude of Satan was very polite. No, in this case, should I say he has overflowing manners?

“Please come this way.”

“….”

Satan’s secretary takes the lead and guides the way.

No matter how you look at it, he doesn’t look like Satan.

Is it just that the skin color is noticeably redder than that of a human?

Aside from that, it was the sharp-cut suit, the manners of a top-class hotelier among five-star hotels, and the attitude of serving customers who never lost a gentle smile.

So was the surrounding environment.

‘This place…is it hell?’

It was neat.

Sulfur fire burning everywhere?

I didn’t even see anything like that. The air was slightly acrid, but it was just the smell of a sulfur hot spring. Other than that, everywhere was filled with modern buildings and offices. And numerous Satans dressed in civil servant suits were moving around busily, carrying briefcases and files.

Honestly, I was a little surprised.

But did he notice this gaze?

“Thanks to the special instructions from the King of Hell.”

Satan, the secretary who was guiding us here, said with a polite smile.

“You prefer things that are very neat and tidy. Thanks to this, it has been about 200 years in human world time since the hell maintenance project began, and today its current form has been completely established.”

“is it?”

“Yes, Prince of Humans. In fact, when the current King of Hell sat on the throne, the appearance of hell was very different from what it is now. “It must have been a mess.”

“It’s such a mess….”

“You probably can’t even imagine. Because of the misjudgment of the previous King of Hell, Hell was turned upside down, and the successor, the previous King of Hell, was only in charge of temporary control for a short period of time. Thanks to this, when the current King of Hell took over the throne… there was nothing but ruins. “Except for the Gates of Reincarnation and the Hell Train.”

“Did the current King of Hell reform that?”

“That’s right. He will probably be recorded as the wisest and most outstanding king of hell of all time. Ah, it’s all here. Come this way.”

While we were talking, I came out of the building. The place we arrived was a large square. The victims were staying in temporary coffins placed throughout the square. However, none of the dead lay in their coffins.

In fact, it was a natural thing.

‘Because everyone believes they are still alive.’

However, no one intentionally lies down in a coffin. Anyone would do that unless they were crazy or in a desperate situation.

‘…Tsk.’

I felt sad.

At the same time, I felt out of breath.

Once again, I became clearly aware of the people I would have to face from now on, what kind of things they had been through, and what kind of situations they were in. My heart was racing without me knowing. Excitement? No, out of anxiety and burden.

‘Those are the people back then.’

I remembered the days chasing Tusik. I also remembered the horrors I had to witness every day at the time. People burned alive. A woman turned into charcoal while holding a baby tightly. The bodies were embracing each other, even with traces of tears charred black. Innumerable destruction, pain, and even scenes of hell comparable to genocide.

Those are the people now. Those who were sacrificed like that are out there. And from now on, I have to face them and treat them.

A burden that suddenly rears its head.

Suddenly, I found myself out of breath.

But I didn’t avoid it.

This was because he himself knew very well that there was no answer other than attacking head-on.

So it was.

“hey.”

Rakiel called in his assistant, Satan, who was guiding him.

And asked.

“How do I look now?”

“Clothing… are you talking about?”

“okay. Could I possibly use a mirror? “Preferably a large one.”

“All right. “Please give me a moment.”

“However much.”

Suddenly he asked for a mirror.

From Secretary Satan’s perspective, it must have been a fairly unexpected request. Nevertheless, he moved quickly and in less than three minutes, he brought a full-length mirror and put it away.

“….”

I stood in front of the mirror.

I checked my outfit.

I removed the wrinkles from my pure white muslin shirt. I adjusted the cravat around my neck. I checked the alignment of the waistline and buckles of the Justokor coat. I tidied up a few stray hairs. Only then did I feel at ease. It is perfect. That’s enough.

Only after that did Rachiel start walking again. I finally made my way to the place where I could see the dead in the square. Not too slow either. Don’t be hasty either. At a reasonable pace. Making eye contact with the unfortunate victims one by one. Without avoiding it. I stood before the dead.

The dead looked this way.

Someone cried.

Some people swallow their anxiety.

They struggle to swallow their fears in front of the incomprehensible situation they find themselves in and the unfamiliar sight of hell.

Rakiel waited for all the anxiety, fear, and crying eyes to come to her. It was silent. And finally, when he felt that all the dead were looking at him, he finally opened his mouth.

“I heard that there are people here from the villages of Lucpelin, Ivorjak Landre and Upichel, villages on our border. I also heard that there are soldiers from Fort Armas and Frize Watch Post. Is that correct?”

The names of the villages remain in our miserable memories. Names that once shone happily even in harsh times. So, one by one, I released the names that had been secretly engraved in my heart.

“And to the village of Lucite Moline and Howlton Garrison, a slash-and-burn village in the Duxwell Valley.”

“….”

The dead had no answer.

After that, Rachiel continued to bring out the names that were engraved in her heart. Numerous villages, villages, border guard barracks, and even the names of villages belonging to Harmion and the three major small nations across the border.

Only then did one of the dead stammer and ask:

“Umm… I am the chief of Ivorjak Village… but who are you?”

A voice still filled with fear and anxiety. A cautious attitude to avoid bowing down in front of a high-ranking person. That sight cut one side of Rakiel’s chest again. Rachiel had to struggle to keep her voice quiet.

“I am Raquiel Adria Magentano, the crown prince of Magentano. I heard that you were being detained in hell for an unfair reason, so I rushed to you. To take you to your home.”

Because you are the subjects of the royal family.

Because somehow, I am the one who has to take responsibility.

Rachiel answered, and the victims’ eyes faintly trembled with a small realization.