Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Demians eyes fluttered open.

Instantly, he found himself immersed in an otherworldly sight. His body had shrunk, returning him to the form of a child. Around six or seven years old, he estimated, though he couldnt be certain.

But one thing was undeniably clear: the woman who should have perished stood right before him.

It was his mother.

Just as he remembered her from his memories, right after her tragic demise. Demian finally comprehended the truth. He was reliving that day in his dreams. This accursed dream reignited the flames within his heart.

That was the day he was left utterly alone in the world. No, the day he was forsaken. He had fought tooth and nail to survive, and thats how he had persevered until now. But he had never lost sight of his purpose.

That was

Demians eyes reopened.

This time, reality greeted him.

Chirp, chirp

How long had it been since he had awakened to the melodious symphony of birds? At least, it was an experience he couldnt recall from the past few years. The morning sunlight streamed in through the expansive window next to his bed, casting an unfamiliar glow.

The softness of the pillows and beddings caressed his skin, and the absence of neuralgia in the morning made everything feel strangely novel.

He sat up.

His back twinged with a dull ache, a reminder of the Moxibustion treatment he had received the previous night. The vivid sensation grounded him in the present moment.

Memories from the previous night flooded back.

Yes, this is the Star Palace.

The residence of the crown prince.

And

I came here following the Crown Prince.

The memory of the Moxibustion treatment administered by the Crown Prince last night resurfaced. It had been scorching, as though he was being seared with a white-hot iron. Yet, after enduring the pain, a new world had unfolded before him.

The excruciating neuralgia that had plagued him for years vanished. But that was not the only transformation. Last night, the Crown Prince had employed the guard unit to dismantle the underground gladiator ring and arrest the organizers

Knock, knock.

A knock sounded on the door.

Soon, a polite voice echoed.

Are you awake? His Highness is seeking your presence. Please dress up and join us.

Countless questions swirled in his mind.

Why had the Crown Prince himself chosen to eradicate the underground gladiator ring? Why had he personally provided treatment to Demian last night? Why had he brought the remaining gladiators to the Star Palace?

What motivates him to bestow such kindness upon me?

Curiosity gnawed at him.

Doubts crept in.

He had speculated until he succumbed to sleep the previous night, but the answers eluded him. Thus, he yearned to inquire. Demian donned the new shirt laid out on the bed and made his way outside. In the corridor, a handsome middle-aged gentleman awaited him. It was a face he recognized from the previous night.

Nice to meet you. I am Piero Gardin, the Crown Princes personal physician.

Demian Cayenne.

Demian briefly appraised Gardins appearance. He undoubtedly recalled the man who had discreetly shadowed the Crown Prince the previous night. As someone assigned as a guard, his posture and movements seemed somewhat unpracticed, which now made sense upon discovering his role as a physician.

Please follow me. I will lead the way.

Demian trailed behind the man named Gardin along the corridor. Every nook and cranny exuded meticulous cleanliness. The decor was subtly luxurious, neither ostentatious nor understated, showcasing a refined elegance.

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It all felt surreal.

The scene starkly contrasted with the suffocating stench of sweat that permeated the underground arena. Demian found himself walking ceaselessly, ascending and descending stairs, turning corners. Every now and then, he caught snippets of conversations and faint salutes from passing guards.

Is that him? The gladiator who caused trouble for the third squadron last night?

Oh, yes. Thats him, alright.

He took on five guards single-handedly and managed to incapacitate three of them Its not an exaggeration, is it?

Absolutely not. I witnessed it myself.

You saw it firsthand?

Mmm. It was remarkable.

How remarkable was it?

Well, lets just say it was unlike any swordplay Ive ever seen. Standard techniques? They were nonexistent. There were no rules or principles, no framework that should naturally be present in swordplay.

So, you mean it was simply wild, undisciplined swordplay?

Wild swordplay, perhaps. But if he can subdue three guards, who have mastered the most sophisticated swordsmanship in the empire, without killing them using such wild swordplay Can you really call it wild?

Well

Imagine if a beast took on the form of a human and learned swordplay. I believe it would look something like that.

Is that a compliment?

Indeed. Ive heard he was the champion of the underground arena.

Most of them are in their early to mid-twenties, at most early thirties. If I can relieve them of the stigmas curse, their life expectancy will increase significantly. The bonus lifespan I would obtain would be substantial.

Such calculations came naturally to him.

However, he couldnt be honest about it. Who would believe him if he explained that treating others granted him bonus lifespan and that only he could see such messages? He would likely be dismissed as a lunatic.

That would create problems.

The gladiators were his patients, and he needed to alleviate their concerns. As the one providing medical treatment, it was crucial to establish trust and rapport.

So, for now, I should mix in a suitable lie.

It would be better to disclose a fabricated reason and purpose behind his acts of kindness. Raciel, having completed his calculations, moistened his lips. With shamelessness and audacity, he placed an appropriate (?) lie on his tongue, ready to deliver it.

Is there really anything free in this world? Think about it. Do you believe I rescued you all out of sheer kindness and brought you to the Star Palace as a mere favor? I hope you dont misunderstand.

The gladiators perked up, attentive to his words.

A good reaction.

With an inward smile, Raciel continued.

As Ive just revealed, Im a bit unwell. More accurately, I suffer from multiple chronic illnesses. Im sure everyone here is well aware of this fact, right?

Several gladiators nodded in acknowledgment.

The prince with the most delicate health, constantly complaining about his ailments. There wasnt a person in the empire who didnt know about it.

Raciel continued speaking.

However, the palace doctors have been unable to manage my conditions. Despite undergoing various treatments, my chronic illnesses have only worsened over time. Thats why Ive taken it upon myself to explore alternative therapies.

Now that Ive shared this much, some of you might have already guessed. Right, Demian Cayenne? It seems youve also grasped my intentions.

Yes, Your Highness.

Would you care to share your assumption?

Is it possible that you brought us here to test a new treatment?

Correct.

Of course, it was an incorrect guess.

Raciel chuckled with satisfaction.

This was precisely the misunderstanding he had intended to create. It played out just as he had hoped. He surveyed the gladiators before him.

As Demian just mentioned, my plan is to employ all of you as subjects for testing this new treatment. Thats why I cleared the arena and brought you here, ensuring you receive good sleep and nourishment. Consider it a reward Im offering to everyone who will dedicate themselves to the development of this new treatment.

The pupils of the gladiators trembled slightly. They had been brought here as experimental subjects. But Raciel, unfazed by their reactions, continued with his prepared words.

Ah, and theres one more thing. Someone has already undergone this test. Demian Cayenne here received the first treatment from me last night and experienced its effects. Isnt that right?

Yes.

Demian nodded.

He glanced at the other gladiators and spoke.

I received the initial treatment, and my neuralgia has nearly vanished.

The gladiators exchanged glances, and a few nodded. If the champion, Demian, was attesting to it, there was some credibility to his claim. Sensing this atmosphere, Raciel drove his point home.

So, is anyone apprehensive about starting the treatment now?

No one stepped forward. A satisfied smile graced the corners of Raciels mouth.

Its done. Its a success.

Judging from the gladiators reactions, he could be certain. They held at least a minimal level of trust in him as their physician.

What came next?

Now, I can proceed with the moxibustion treatment without difficulty.

It was worth reiterating that moxibustion could be hot and painful. To endure it without complaint, trust in the doctor was crucial.

They had to believe that enduring the pain would lead to improvement. They needed certainty that this treatment would alleviate their worst sufferings, even if it caused burns on their skin or temporary discomfort.

Moxibustion is like a legendary panacea, akin to Albo-Seven administered during enlistment.

Short-term pain.

Pain that was inevitable for the sake of treatment.

If they could overcome it, the realm of healing would await them.

Raciel was determined to break the chains of pain that bound them through moxibustion, ultimately gaining the valuable bonus lifespan he sought.

With this resolve, Raciel clapped his hands.

Very well, pay attention. Lets commence the treatment immediately. Everyone, remove your shirts and lie down on the beds!

From that moment onward,

Raciels clinic for scar removal through moxibustion began.

It also marked the grand first step towards the future establishment of the Star Palace Oriental Medicine Clinic by the crown prince himself.

TRIVIA

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