The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 132

The Crown Prince That Sells dicine Chapter 132

Episode 132 Weakness of the Na of Habit (2)

“Huh?”

The corners of Javilon’s eyes trembled slightly. His eyes, which were slightly more trembling than that, moved briefly. He pointed the blade of his sword that was cutting downwards.

does not exist.

The aurors are gone.

The aura that was still shining brightly on the blade disappeared without a trace.

why?

‘…why?’

While swinging the sword, the auror disappeared like a light went out. It was so sudden and unexpected.

It was also the first ti this had happened since he ascended to the level of Sword Master.

I couldn’t figure out why.

Of course, Rachiel knew the reason.

‘bingo!’

After slapping Javilon on the back of the head. My hand activated the weak hand skill. Rakiel, who landed on the floor, quickly raised his head.

He endured the pain from his knee, which was aching due to an unreasonable landing, and smiled in remorse.

‘Success is success.’

What you just did.

My hand is a weak hand skill.

With that, I cured(?) Javilon’s headache. Then, I expected Javilon to lose its Aurors.

Since when? It was when I first started taking Xavilon and discovered migraines.

‘Maybe Javilon didn’t realize it himself. You probably weren’t aware of it at all.

What does a headache an to you? What part did the headaches, which he had to live with since birth, play in his swordsmanship?’

But I know.

What does a headache an to you?

‘That’s the routine.’

Rachiel’s eyes sparkled. Routine. Daily habits that sotis seem like nothing special. However, sotis it is an important factor that plays a much bigger role than you might think.

Headache was such an elent in Javilon’s swordsmanship. I realized it the mont I took my first pulse.

I was convinced after listening to Javilon’s own story about his headaches.

‘Jabilon was already suffering from headaches from the ti he first picked up the sword. Because I was getting a headache every ti I swung the sword. Even when I first opened Mana Heart and when I was increasing my level step by step, I endured headaches at every mont.’

A headache I have had to live with since birth. So headaches have beco a part of life. A headache that accompanied every mont of swordsmanship training. So, the pain I always had to endure with spite.

The pain had beco a routine. The process of enduring it and using evil and the psychological state itself had beco a routine.

‘It must have been like that even when he reached the level of sword master.’

So it was.

Headache and the miasma of enduring it.

It itself beca a part of Javilon’s swordsmanship and manasim thod. It was completely absorbed and beca a component.

But in reality, Javilon was not aware of it.

Because headaches were a very natural part of daily life for him. Just as other people are conscious of their breathing and not resting, it was always natural for him to endure the headaches he had been suffering from since birth.

So he must not have known. You may have realized it only now too late. What did the pain of the headache that you so desperately wanted to erase an to you?

‘I guess so?’

Rachiel quickly took a step back.

Javilon’s embarrassnt grew.

‘…What is this!’

He struck down the sword where the auror disappeared. But his sword failed to achieve its purpose. If he had an aura, he would have cut through the opponent’s defenses and torn his body, but not now.

Kaaaang-!

Damian lifted the broken sword at an angle. Javilon’s slashed sword collided with Damian’s sword, creating an intense shock wave. Damian’s eyebrows furrowed. It was a shock that felt like my wrist would be broken. But I managed to survive.

“Sigh!”

He let out a shock. The blade was tilted to the side. Javilon’s sword slid down with a scraping sound.

It grazed my shoulder and passed down. At that mont, Damian’s sword rose upward in a semicircle.

An improvisation in a close-quarters situation that would not have been possible with the original intact sword due to its cumberso length. But now Damian’s sword was cut in half.

That’s why it was possible.

Squeak!

“…Shoot!”

The tip of the half-bladed blade traced a short semicircle and grazed the tip of Javilon’s chin. A scratch appeared on the Sword Master’s face for the first ti. My self-esteem was further scarred.

But Damian wasn’t interested in any of that.

‘now!’

We need to push harder.

When the other person is even slightly embarrassed. When shaken even slightly. We have to push forward with great montum. Only then can we maintain at least a glimr of hope for survival.

‘So… Your Highness will be able to escape.’

Kakakakakakang-!

A stormy attack!

Damian’s half-blade flashed ceaselessly. Maintaining an extrely close range where a shorter blade can be advantageous. As I snuggle further into your embrace. Rushing forward almost as if being hugged.

Stab, cut and cut.

I shot, hit, and hit.

I hung it, tore it, and cut it.

All those consecutive attacks continued before I could even take a single breath.

It was like a beast persistently biting at its prey’s weak points, throwing its entire body forward in a life-or-death decision.

But all those attacks were blocked.

It was natural.

Because Javilon is a sword master. Of course, Damian, who attacked, also expected it.

‘So now! ‘Run away!’

I looked back at the crown prince.

Take this opportunity to run away. At least you should be safe. That’s my mission. He shouted with his eyes. No, I was going to shout.

Until I witnessed the crown prince running towards instead of running away.

‘…!’

Hey, you crazy prince. I’m wasting ti. But why can’t I run away? You ca back and got involved in the fight just a little while ago, so why are you doing this today? Are you suddenly feeling suicidal? Is that it?

Damian shot a curse word with his eyes.

But Rachiel didn’t care at all. His eyes were fixed on Javilon, who took two steps back, shaking for just a mont from Damian’s stormy attack.

A gap that appeared in an instant. The crack I was aiming for after calculating and waiting. This was because I thought there was hope for escape.

‘of course. Because Javilon is a sword master. But would I be able to escape safely with Damian if I only lost my Auror for a mont? ‘No, not at all.’

It is absolutely impossible.

The embarrassnt is only temporary. Embarrassnt is only a fleeting breeze. Once the montary shaking subsides, Javilon will soon demonstrate its incredible skills.

Because that’s the Sword Master. He has simply lost his aura, but he will still retain his understanding of the sword, his ability to use mana, and his swordsmanship techniques.

‘In other words, the current Javilon is just like a tank that lost its main gun. Is the tank helpless because it can’t fire its guns? no. Mobility and armor are still the sa. Besides, there will still be machine guns left.’

That alone can make a tank a nightmare for infantryn encountered in open areas with nowhere to hide. The sa goes for Javilon now.

Even if the Aurors are gone, he can still overpower Damian. The mont he gets out of his panic, Damian will be crushed in an instant.

I would like to decline that.

So it was.

‘now…!’

Now that Javilon has shaken for just a mont. Instead of running away, he instead rushed forward.

Honestly, I was scared. It’s a risky attempt even though it’s improvisational. I felt like all the hair on the back of my neck stood up.

But if you want to get through today safely, you have to do it. I made up my mind. I kicked the ground even harder. I stretched out my hands forward. Three steps away. Aid at Javilon.

And shouted.

’emission!’

Ding dong!

[Activate the emission function of slot 1.]

[Set the emission amount.]

‘Everything!’

A circle slot was activated.

He shouted that he would pour out all the material he had stored in the slot.

The reaction was imdiate.

[Releases 15 liters of ‘toxic fus’ stored in the circle slot.]

Kiiiiing!

The circle rotated vigorously.

All of the ‘toxic fus’ contained in the slot were collected at the fingertips.

It was black toxic smoke that I had to breathe in little by little while breathing heavily while running away from the fire earlier.

As such, the carbon monoxide and toxic gases that had been carefully collected were released in an instant. No, it was fired.

Towards the face of Javilon.

Two-four!

“…!”

Javilon’s eyes widened.

However, even for a short ti, the appearance was covered by the explosively released black toxic gas. Rachiel internally clenched her fists.

‘done!’

It’s not just exhaust fus. It is a mass of various toxic gases created by a fire. Since it was applied to my face so unexpectedly, I must have reflexively inhaled even the slightest bit.

That’s all.

Suffice.

You may feel montarily dizzy or have trouble breathing. There will be enough ti to escape.

“Princess! now!”

Rakiel moved to complete the final puzzle of the safe escape plan.

I turned around without even looking back. I grabbed Damian’s shoulder. I ran. I waved my hand.

Did you see that signal from this side?

The answer ca quickly.

Doo doo doo doo!

Princess Adeline and about 10 Royal Guard cavalry rushed towards us. It was exactly as planned in advance.

He made the princess throw the dead warhorse and herself. I used my weak hand skill on Javilon to get rid of the auror. Buy ti by emitting toxic gas from the slot. Finally, a eting with the rescue team (?) at the correct timing.

“Did you really plan this whole situation? “In that short amount of ti?”

Damian was astonished by this new realization. I looked back at the prince running alongside .

What is the limit of this human being’s pettiness? Suddenly, I was caught up in a distant question.

Rachiel cried out, laughing weakly.

“Whoo whoo!” I was out of breath… I didn’t have the strength to answer… Sigh! “Huh!”

There was not much distance left between the princess and her party.

5 seconds at most?

You just have to run that much more. I can ride the princess’s horse. Rachiel had hope. That was certainly the case until a creepy question ca right behind .

“Is that why you’re going to leave so quickly?”

“…!”

A whisper in my ear. I can feel the breath right behind . A voice that growls softly, as if whispering or chewing.

It was Javilon.

It was the mont I realized that fact. Feeling an eerie feeling, I reflexively looked back.

Wedge-!

Sothing flew by. It was so fast. There was no ti to discern anything. It was only after being hit hard on the temple that I could finally realize it.

Crack!

“…!”

It was an elbow.

The sword master’s powerful elbow flew out and struck the defenseless temple.

The world spun around. No, my head turned. The sky looked yellow. The strength in my legs went away. I collapsed just as I was running. towards the ground. Falling headlong.

“…majesty!”

Damian’s voice sounds like a cry from far away. A string of consciousness that is about to break in an instant.

‘I shouldn’t do this…’

If I pass out now, it’s over.

There really is no answer.

I can’t do it.

My heart was pounding. A sense of imminent crisis arose. But I didn’t have the strength to respond. It was dark. It was hopeless.

It was then.

– His Majesty the Crown Prince? From now on, I will cast the disguise spell. But before that, I have sothing to tell you.

Suddenly, a familiar voice flowed from the drawer of mories. who? It sounds like the voice of Sir Janetis, the court wizard of the imperial palace. Ah, then this is…

‘When you leave the imperial capital and co to Amboise…’

This is the exact request given by the court wizard at the ti.

But why does that request co to mind now? Regardless of the question, Sir Janetis from my mory continued to speak to .

– The disguise spell I will cast will not work in almost any situation. However, in just one case, you must be extrely careful. This is a situation where you receive physical shock to the point of fainting.

…Oh yeah.

I told you so.

– If you are shocked enough to faint, the disguise magic will be canceled imdiately. Thanks to this, the disguise magic will absorb the shock at least once and you will avoid fainting, but your true identity will be revealed. Whether it is beneficial or detrintal.

…right.

I rember. I also said sothing like that.

It’s a blow that’s enough to make you faint. When I heard it, it sohow seed like it was referring to my current situation. So what happens to now? Will the disguise magic be broken?

It was a mont when I thought of such thoughts absentmindedly.

Tsuzussut…!

A tingling, electric shock-like sensation occurred in the back of my head. It was a stinging stimulus. My clouded mind ca back to .

The irritation spread throughout my body. It flows through the nape of the neck, along the spine, down the extremities, and back to the top of the head.

And then finally.

…Tskpot!

There was a flash of light. Did the disguise magic wear off because of the shock? My consciousness, which had fallen into the abyss of fainting, soared.

My mind fully awakened. I didn’t faint. Instead, I opened my eyes.

“…uh.”

As soon as I raised my head, what I saw was Javilon looking at with a shocked expression.

Why is that so?

I soon found out why.

“Saint Army Surgeon… You… You were the Crown Prince of Magentano… Raquiel Adria… Magentano…?”

Javilon muttered in this direction. His shocked eyes were shaking violently, as if he had undergone LASIK surgery with a pork cutlet hamr.