The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine

Chapter 470

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 470

Episode 470 Opening of a ward specializing in the dead (2)

“I told you it is not as evil as a ghost, Your Majesty.”

“….”

“I just said they were from hell, Your Majesty.”

“….”

“The Crown Prince says….”

“Stop. Until there.”

The moment the emperor’s command was issued, Agent No. 3 of the Imperial Special Intelligence Department fell silent. He waited. Until his master asks the next question.

The emperor’s silence did not last long.

“To sum it up, do you mean that that child, Rachiel, brought thousands of dead people from hell to the annex oriental medicine clinic last dawn?”

“That is so, Your Majesty.”

“So the Hell Gate, which is said to be connected to hell, is kept open at the main gate of the villa?”

“As expected, Your Majesty. Also, it is presumed that most of the dead who came over with His Majesty this time were our Magentano people.”

“People of this royal family?”

“That is so, Your Majesty.”

Agent No. 3’s report continued.

“Immediately after the Hell Gate was opened in the villa, Lord Frandel, commander of the villa guard, who was the first to notice the situation, and special forces dispatched to the emergency department. Later, in the process of greeting the dead, we relaxed our guard after hearing the explanation from His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.”

“What kind of explanation did you hear?”

“The explanation was that most of the dead were victims of the border devastation caused by Bone Dragon.”

“…what?”

The emperor’s eyes opened.

Agent No. 3 bowed his head.

“Also, His Highness the Crown Prince said that he opened the Hell Gate to relieve the sorrow of the dead at the request of the King of Hell, and that he will treat the dead at the annex oriental medicine clinic in the future and lead them safely to the gate of reincarnation.”

“….”

It’s a request from the King of Hell.

So, does this mean that my son received a favor from the master of hell and accepted it?

“haha. Hehehe. her.”

Emperor Asterion Testarossa Magentano stopped laughing. It had to be that way. Because it’s absurd? no. I’m proud of it. I felt like my reputation was growing to a place that my successor had never even imagined.

‘I can’t help but admit it now. ‘You are already much better than me.’

So, you are the only one qualified to be my successor. The legitimate son who will carry this royal family on his shoulders and make the empire more prosperous in the future. Only you will become the unique and most outstanding saint.

…Brrr.

The emperor’s shoulders, the nape of his neck, his beard, and the fifth nose hair in his right nostril were trembling with joy and joy. He almost burst into tears, but barely suppressed his emotions. And he asked, barely maintaining his cool-headed ruler voice.

“If so, what will be the reaction of the church?”

Actually, I was a little worried about that. The Grammata Church, the official religion of Magentano, did not pursue blind faith like the religion of neighboring Harmion. It was quite worldly. But in the end, a denomination is a denomination. I was worried that they might turn a blind eye to the prince who had made a deal with the King of Hell.

However, such concerns were unfounded.

“There is no particular reaction from the church, Your Majesty.”

“is it?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“What is their true reaction that can be inferred from the fragments of information obtained?”

“It’s somewhat favorable.”

“Please tell me in detail.”

“The church seems to feel a little uneasy about the fact that His Highness the Crown Prince interacted with the King of Hell, but rather feels joy and satisfaction from the fact that the purpose of the transaction is to save and liberate souls suffering in hell. This is believed to be because His Highness the Crown Prince’s current actions are considered to be in line with the ultimate goal of the Church, which is the salvation and liberation of human souls.”

“But I don’t think we’ll get that kind of reaction from the outside world.”

“Yes, Your Majesty. “It seems to be a strategic decision to avoid unnecessary friction with other denominations.”

“I guess so. “Not all religious denominations in the world would look kindly at a deal with the King of Hell.”

But it doesn’t matter.

The empire is strong. Additionally, the Grammata Church, the empire’s official religion, is secretly welcoming the Crown Prince’s latest action. That was enough. If this is the case, there is no need to worry too much about this matter.

The relieved emperor asked.

“So what is the crown prince who brought the dead to the villa doing now?”

What kind of work are you actually doing? How do we comfort the dead who sacrificed themselves in pain? How is his son trying to lead them to the path of salvation?

I was curious.

I was looking forward to it.

My heart pounded.

My son has grown up so much before I know it. A son who cannot even be expected to know what kind of achievements he will achieve in the future. His son, who will likely be engraved in history with a name much greater than his own. What kind of heroic actions are we writing the pages of history at this moment?

The emperor waited for the answer with excitement and excitement.

Agent No. 3 spoke after thinking for a moment.

“Now the Crown Prince…”

“So, what about that child?”

“They are whipping the dead and making them run endlessly.”

“…what?”

“Otherwise, the dead will be lost all over the world…”

“What are you talking about?”

“I truly apologize, Your Majesty. I still haven’t figured out why…”

“…”

What on earth is that?

Rachiel, why does that child whip the dead and make them run? The emperor felt confused by the unexpected report.

?

“Hey! Hey! run! “You can’t fall behind!”

slap! slap!

“Take a breath! Give your legs strength! Keep your stride constant!”

slap! slap!

“Otherwise, you’ll fall behind and become shipwrecked! “Everyone is probably feeling it already!”

slap! Slap!

This is the garden of the villa.

A sunny meadow with an area equivalent to one administrative district in Korea. Rakiel’s high-pitched voice rang out here at an unexpected time. It was accompanied by the sound of a whip repeatedly hitting the air.

Of course, he wasn’t the only one talking.

“omg! Huh! Whoosh whoosh! My Highness! “It’s so… hard!”

“But that doesn’t work, Chief! Run more!”

“I… this far…!”

“no! I can run! Do not give up!”

“Your Majesty! “My knee joints hurt!”

“But I still have to run! Do you want to be shipwrecked? huh!”

“I… don’t like that!”

“Then run!”

Many dead people were running as hard as they could in place. It’s like running on a treadmill at the gym. Or, as if recreating the Red Queen hypothesis with your whole body. Without exception, the dead were all panting and running in place.

But there was one strange thing. Even though everyone was running so hard, no one could move forward. No, on the contrary, as soon as I slowed down even a little, I fell further and further behind. As if the ground beneath my feet was moving at high speed and moving away.

Every time that happened, Rakiel’s voice grew louder.

“Owl number 376! Don’t fall behind! “Are you going to give up here?”

“Oh no!”

Dead number 376, who had stumbled for a moment, quickly came to his senses at Rakiel’s shout and gave strength to run. The situation was similar elsewhere.

“majesty! Dead number 505 has fallen!”

“Don’t just stare blankly, quickly go and help! betimes!”

The shouts of Lord Frandel, commander of the palace guard, were heard. Rachiel shouted hurriedly. Lord Frandel fell down and ran toward Dead Man No. 505, who was moving away. I managed to grab number 505, lift him up, support him, and run with him. Thanks to this, dead number 505 was able to barely return to the ranks.

Rachiel shouted at Lord Frandel, the Royal Guard knights, special forces, and the villa guards.

“If any of the dead you are in charge of falls or an unexpected situation occurs, help them before reporting it! Report after taking preliminary action! Did you get it?”

“yes! majesty!”

The solemn answers of the Royal Guards and Special Forces guards shook the garden. And everyone thought. Why did we end up doing an unexpected part-time job as a jogging assistant like this today?

Of course, Rachiel also harbored the same regret(?).

‘ha. I’m really going crazy!’

The dead are still sprinting hard in place. Looking at them, Rachiel swallowed back the sigh that escaped her without realizing it. And I remembered what happened last morning.

Hell Gate opened at the main gate of the villa.

Was it right after he led the dead through there and crossed over here?

‘The dead who crossed the Hell Gate… suddenly began to slide away in one direction.’

It was such a sudden thing.

It was an embarrassing moment for both us and the deceased themselves. What if the dead who had initially slipped away had not reflexively started running? Perhaps everyone had gone so far away that they could not be found and had become lost.

‘Thank goodness. I was so surprised that I called Chief Ivorjak, and he started running in haste, and the other dead people followed him and ran this way.’

That was the beginning of an endless run that continues to this day. It was so absurd at first. I wondered why on earth something like this had happened.

But was it right after that?

Suddenly, a familiar voice came into my head.

[Human Lee Han. Can you hear me? [He is the King of Hell.]

It was Haviel, the King of Hell.

So did he protest to the King of Hell at the time? ‘What the hell is going on!’ Then, the King of Hell’s answer was:

[I should have told you in advance, but it was a little late. I apologize.]

‘Apology! What do you mean!’

[The dead you brought to the human world. Unlike ordinary dead people, they are not aware of their own death, so they are not properly subject to the physical laws of the human world.]

‘…Huh?’

[Especially when you don’t feel the pull of gravity. So it is not affected by the planet’s rotation.]

‘Hey, wait a minute? then?’

An eerie answer emerged.

I asked myself a question without realizing it.

‘then? Are you saying that you have to move as much as the planet moves to stay in place?’

[Roughly?]

‘….’

[But fortunately, there will be no need to move at the speed of the planet. It’s not like you’re not affected by gravity at all.]

‘Roughly! ‘What speed is that?’

[Approximately 65 kilometers per hour (65 km/h)?]

‘Oh my…’

[At least it’s thanks to me using my maximum power that the dead can interact with the gravitational field to some extent. Otherwise, you would have had to run at 217 kilometers per second (217 km/sec), which is the orbital speed of the galaxy in the star system where you are located.]

‘….’

I guess I should say that I’m glad that it didn’t end up in such a bad situation. Should I say thank you for letting me run at least 65 kilometers per hour?

Suddenly, a feeling of injustice bloomed. But, perhaps knowing how they felt, the King of Hell only spoke calmly.

[The speed of the soul is not restricted by the material world, so maintaining 65 kilometers per hour would not be very difficult. Of course, it may feel somewhat difficult from the perspective of the dead who do not know their situation.]

‘….’

[And since the dead are less limited by space and volume, it is possible to have thousands of dead people overlap and run in your garden. I will do it. Cheer up. I wish you success, human Lee Han.]

‘Over there!’

[Why are you doing that?]

‘Hey, you bad bird!’

[….]

‘I love you!’

[….]

‘Whoosh! hook!’

[I made a mistake this time, so please forgive me.]

‘Thank you!’

With that, communication(?) with the King of Hell ended. Since then, in order to prevent the dead from becoming lost to space, all the people in the villa were mobilized and forced to run on a large scale, which led to the present.

“Whoa, by the way… “What should I do with this?”

Rachiel felt at a loss.

As it is, neither porridge nor rice will work.

We cannot be satisfied with not turning the dead into lost children. You need to get treatment. However, it is impossible to provide treatment while having the patient run like this.

So, measures must be taken. A way to provide stable medical care while keeping the dead moving at a constant speed of 65 kilometers per hour. That is…

…banjjadak?

The moment Rachiel felt the 37th wrinkle in the frontal cortex of her head sparkling, she raised her head.