Mom!
Javillon Flambeur Anbouaz.
Born into the royal bloodline, an ambitious man. A passionate patriot who had endured severe headaches throughout his life. His eyes widened in astonishnt.
For 37 years since he erged from his mothers womb, he experienced a sensation of freedom for the first ti in his life.
Every nerve from his head to the tip of his tailbone was as taut as a bowstring.
Every cell in his body joined in a harmonious dley of seven octaves. Inside his veins, red and white blood cells intermingled and perford a tap dance.
In summary It was invigorating!
He had never experienced anything like this before!
What What is this?
Javillon squinted his eyes. A portly man in a crimson robe extended his hand toward him.
It was the Saint military officer. He was gently caressing Javillons head while singing an odd song.
It wasnt a particularly sacred or reverent touch; rather, it was sowhat clumsy.
It felt like casually petting a stray dog one might encounter in the neighborhood. In a way, it was subtly offensive.
But none of that mattered. It didnt hurt. He didnt feel the headache.
A heavenly, refreshing sensation coursed through his body, akin to the fluttering wings of an archangel!
How How did you accomplish this?
He couldnt believe it.
Amidst his joy, doubts surfaced. He had to inquire.
However, in response to his quivering question, the Saint military officer offered a mysterious smile.
Hush.
He gestured leisurely with a finger, sang that peculiar song once more, and continued to stroke Javillons head.
Ah
This is the touch of an expert. Javillon sensed it deeply. That feeling lingered even after the treatnt(?) had concluded.
How are you feeling?
Do you still experience the headache?
Javillon gazed vacantly at the Saint military officer. Had he nodded? Most likely, given the satisfied grin on the officers face.
It worked. I was concerned, but now Im genuinely relieved.
Relieved
Yes. How does it feel to be free from the headache youve always had?
I I dont know.
Pardon?
Well, I cant quite describe it. Its strange. I wonder if this is even possible, and also
Also?
Why am I crying?
Drip, drip.
Tears stread down Javillons cheeks, tracing paths across his face and collecting on his chin.
Yet Javillon didnt think to wipe them away. Initially, he was stunned, then he burst into laughter. He cried and laughed, without concern for potential consequences.
Its good. Ive never felt like this. Why Haha, hahaha.
Its a success. Congratulations.
No need for congratulations. Thank you. I never thought, never thought you would actually cure my headache.
Javillon reached out. He warmly clasped Raciels hand. He was truly grateful.
To be honest, he was still in shock, but despite that, he felt good. He was simply happy and overjoyed.
Until Raciel responded.
But its too early to let your guard down. The treatnt I provided will likely only last for a day.
What?
What does that an?
Just one day?
Afterward, its effects fade away? So, will the pain return?
The headache will co back? By tomorrow?
Regrettably Yes.
But dont be too disheartened.
Why?
Javillon inquired urgently, as if trying to keep his sinking heart afloat. On the other hand, a relaxed smile appeared on Raciels lips.
Because you can receive treatnt again tomorrow.
Ah.
So, lets proceed with this. Begin each day with my headache treatnt.
So, until the next morning, I wont experience any headache?
Of course. As long as you dont oversleep and miss the morning treatnt.
Im confident about that. Ive never overslept in my life.
Yes, I know youre diligent. Thats fortunate.
Hehe. Hahaha! Yes, its fortunate. Indeed. Hahaha!
A refreshing laugh burst from Javillons mouth. His sinking heart had returned to its place(?).
Finally, he felt relieved. Yes, just as the Saint military officer had said. Once a day, every morning, get the treatnt. Then, theres no pain.
Then, Ill rely on you tomorrow as well.
Why not?
A satisfied smile spread across Raciels face. Was it simply because the treatnt was successful? Of course not. He had his own reasons for being happy.
Yes, trust like that. Beco dependent on my treatnt!
From the beginning, this was his goal. To make him trust even more. To make him cling. And then?
Piece of cake. Itll be totally feasible.
He wanted to return to his clinic, the Star Palace, as soon as possible.
Javillon, the greatest villain from the first half of the novel Devil Sword Emperor, was now under his 24/7 care. Raciel wanted to get rid of him imdiately.
To do that, he needed a safe escape. He had to get out of here. Every morning, with that goal in mind, Raciel struggled(?).
My hands are healing hands~ My hands are healing hands!
Phew.
How do you feel?
Thank you. The headache is completely gone.
As promised, every morning he used his healing hand skill. He caressed Javillons head and completely eliminated the headache.
Every ti, Javillon burst into laughter with genuine joy. It was a pure and genuine smile, not sothing youd expect from a fervent patriot who had committed many atrocities.
In fact, Javillon felt relieved.
Indeed. The Saint military officer was right.
Initially, he was sowhat anxious.
Would the Saint military officers headache treatnt work more than once? What if it was only effective the first ti?
What if, as he continued the treatnts, his body adapted, and the effect diminished? What would he do then?
Honestly, he was worried. But after a few days, even that worry completely vanished.
Im still not in pain. Its exactly the sa as the first ti.
Ten days since starting the morning treatnt.
Javillon finally felt relieved. Despite receiving daily treatnts, the effect did not diminish. It was the sa as the first ti. It was incredibly effective!
At the sa ti, Javillon slowly realized,
I cant properly live without the Saint military officers treatnt now.
He hadnt realized it when he was constantly in pain.
Ever since he was born, he has always been in pain. He thought feeling pain was a natural part of life.
He believed that enduring and bearing it, gritting his teeth until his gums bled, was all there was to it. He even thought that living like that wasnt too bad.
But now?
Things have changed.
I cant go back to how it was before.
For the past ten days, he had lived without experiencing that agonizing headache. The world appeared different.
Peoples expressions seed different. Even the color of a simple fallen leaf on the road appeared different.
He felt truly alive. He wondered how he had managed to live before. Part of him beca anxious.
What if the Saint military officer disappeared? What if he left his side? And as a result, he couldnt receive his treatnt anymore?
Could he endure it?
It was impossible.
Javillon had no desire to return to the way things were. The more he felt this way, the warr his gaze beca when he looked at Raciel. His attitude toward Raciel noticeably softened and beca more benevolent.
Naturally, Raciel noticed this transformation in Javillon. And he smirked with a sense of triumph.
Preparations are complete.
Everything was now in place. With this confidence, Raciel initiated the next stage of his escape plan.
Right after the morning treatnt, he moistened his lips. Then, without blinking, he began to fabricate a story.
Actually, I have sothing important to discuss with you today.
Important? What is it?
Tonight. I feel the need to perform an important prayer.
An important prayer?
Javillon tilted his head, not in disbelief, but out of genuine curiosity.
Good. Its working.
Raciel gained confidence and intensified his deception.
To be honest, the treatnt I provide you every morning isnt free. Its not simply my ability. Its all due to a blessing from the heavens.
A blessing?
Yes. Once a month, on the night of the full moon, I must offer a sincere prayer to the moon, with pure, cold water by my side, from the mont the moon rises until it sets completely. If I fail to perform this prayer
If you dont?
Ill lose my ability to heal.
It will last at least a month. Until the next full moon rises and I can pray again.
Is that true?
Yes. I stake my honor on it.
Raciel nodded with an expression full of trust and added,
Additionally, while Im praying, no one can witness . Anyone, if soone sees during the prayer the effectiveness of the prayer will imdiately vanish. Of course, the result will be the sa
Youll lose your ability to treat for a month, right?
Exactly. Therefore, I need a high place near the moon, where I can safely perform my prayers all night without being observed by anyone. Fortunately, I have identified such a location. Id like you to prepare it for my prayers.
Throughout, he remained earnest, never smiling. Raciel made sure to maintain a serious deanor. Perhaps due to such effort(?), Javillons expression also grew solemn.
The notion of a blessing that required such prayers was novel to him.
Part of him was skeptical. He had reservations about whether to believe Raciels words or not.
But that skepticism was brief.
What if what the Saint military officer is saying is true?
And if he didnt believe and prepare the place for him? If Raciel couldnt perform the prayers and lost the healing ability?
That was unacceptable. It would an a return to days plagued by excruciating headaches. That was worse than death.
I have no choice.
Javillon set aside any lingering doubts and skepticism. He calculated that it would be more beneficial to place his trust in the Saint officers words.
Very well. Tell the location. Ill have it prepared.
Really?
If you desire it, shouldnt I assist?
Th-thank you.
Why thank ? Im the one who should be grateful to you.
And so, Javillon granted his permission(?).
Raciel directed him to a spot he had chosen in advance. It was a steep hill surrounded by forests. The hill was then made ready for the prayer.
Of course, Javillon didnt overlook preparing for any contingencies.
If the Saint military officer were to sneak away while hes supposed to be praying That cant happen.
Javillon mobilized the soldiers.
The hill was encircled on all sides, five layers deep. It was a formidable periter. However, they maintained a distance of approximately 200 ters from the hill.
The soldiers positioned themselves with their backs turned, ensuring they couldnt gaze toward the hill.
He even warned that if anyone were to turn around, according to strict military laws, they would face execution as a deterrent.
Finally, night descended.
Then, after completing my prayers, Ill see you in the morning.
Ill be waiting here.
Understood. Oh, and
Just before departing for the hill to pray, Raciel paused and glanced back at Javillon.
If youre concerned that I might leave, theres no need.
Perhaps revealing a hint of the doubt he harbored, Javillons shoulders subtly tensed. Raciel offered a aningful smile.
After all, I also find fulfillnt in treating your headaches.
Thank you.
Finally, a warm smile spread across Javillons lips. He was grateful for such reassuring words.
With sowhat touched eyes, he watched Raciels figure recede up the hill.
Soon after, the full moon ascended.
It was from that mont onward.
Javillon waited with a contented heart. Right now, his Saint military officer, Raciel, must be offering earnest prayers.
Dedicating himself even more to his treatnt. Offering fervent prayers to the full moon, even while becoming damp from the night dew.
The more he thought about it, the more grateful he felt.
The more he contemplated, the warr he felt.
He should treat him even better in the future. He should hold Raciel in the highest regard. Because he deserved it. Because he was soone he could trust more than anyone else in this world.
Javillon waited and waited. The full moon reached its zenith, then began to descend towards the west. Finally, it set. He continued to wait until then, expecting Raciel to descend from the hill anyti. Worried that it should be about ti to see him.
With complete sincerity.
With a genuine heart.
He waited for Raciel and kept on waiting.
Soon, the bright morning sunlight rose. An inkling of anxiety that had begun to sprout now grew uncontrollably. Ultimately, he dispatched soldiers up the hill.
And a mont later.
Report! The Saint military officer, Rihan, has disappeared!
The mont he heard the heart-wrenching report, the mont he absorbed the unbelievable shout directly into his ears, he realized.
He had been betrayed. His precious treasure had slipped through his fingers and escaped.
Crack!
Could this raging emotion be equivalent to the warmth he had felt earlier? Or was this what profound loss felt like?
Find him! By any ans necessary!
As Javillon shouted furiously, his eyes burned with an obsession that flared up like madness.
(To be Continued)
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