Chapter 101

Chapter 101

With red curly hair and freckles on his face, his physical appearance was drastically different. Unlike the slender Raciel, this black-haired man was, to put it bluntly, chubby. The sole resemblance was their height.

It was undeniably strange, almost unbelievably so. Adelines eyebrows furrowed even more.

Tsk. No response? I, as the princess of Anbouaz, just asked you who you are.

At your service, I am

Who?

The Crown Prince. Raciel.

Thierry Knight? Arrest him. Hes being charged with impersonating the crown prince.

The princess called over a knight standing nearby.

The knight approached the rotund man with a menacing demeanor. The rotund man exclaimed indignantly,

Wait, Im telling the truth! Have you forgotten the days when we teamed up and diligently shattered 16 magical stones?

What?

Adeline hesitated.

The man continued to shout.

I have, ah! Endured over 500 of your mana shockwaves, ah! I even made soup for you that tastes like turtle armpit, ah!

Furthermore, I have, ah! Always given you plum and grape-flavored candies whenever you took herbal medicines, ah!

Could it be? Are you really the Crown Prince?

Im telling you, I am!

The man displayed a pained expression.

And then, a revelation.

That man is indeed His Highness Crown Prince Raciel, Princess of Anbouaz.

A handsome middle-aged man entered the lodging and spoke. His face was familiar Raciels personal physician, Gardin. Following him was another black-haired man, Demian, who added,

You might find it hard to believe just by looking at his appearance.

Gardin and Demian.

Both were close confidants of the Crown Prince.

Then, it must be true.

Incredulity filled Princess Adelines eyes as she gazed at the rotund man, or rather, Raciel(?).

How did this happen? What turned you into this?

Turned into what? Whats wrong with how I look now?

You appear to have been indulging in late-night snacks quite diligently for at least a year.

Isnt it a jolly physique?

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Anyway, if it werent for the testimony of your two close confidants, I would have never believed it. What on earth happened? How did you, the crown prince who was supposed to obtain the Emperors permission, return like this?

The princess was genuinely curious. What had happened in the meantime? A mysterious smile appeared on Raciels lips.

Well, as I mentioned earlier, the secret weapon I prepared for His Majesty the Emperor worked. I obtained the permission.

Permission?

In fact, it was his original Korean name with a minor alteration.

Regardless, thats the false identity Ill be using. A young doctor from a fallen noble family, Rihan, who coincidentally forges a friendship with the Anbouaz princess and joins her with promised support.

Sounds like a plot from a novel?

Well, a young man with aspirations to hone his skills while serving as a military doctor in the Anbouaz Kingdom Army, all thanks to the princesss sponsorship.

Quite ambitious

Is there a problem?

Yes.

Adelines candid words struck a nerve.

She then inquired,

So, what about these two individuals here? Are they also accompanying you?

She gestured toward Gardin and Demian. Raciel nodded affirmatively.

Yes, these two will address me as Young Master from now on.

Young Master?

Its the role of loyal followers in a fallen family.

Youre surprisingly dedicated to the role.

I have to be, for the false identity to be convincing.

In any case, as long as they dont draw attention when heading to Anbouaz, everything will be fine. Its only a problem if they are discovered before the civil war ends.

Besides, as a low-ranking military officer working in the rear, I wont attract much attention.

His plan was to diligently care for the wounded until the end of the civil war, reaping the benefits like a seasonal business, much like picking ripe fruit. He intended to harvest only the benefits, as if plucking out chicken legs.

Just complete that task and return. Then, I can gain a substantial bonus in lifespan. If I perform well, I might accumulate a lifespan that would take years to acquire by running the Star Palace Clinic.

He had made thorough preparations for this. He temporarily entrusted the Star Palace Clinic to werewolf nurses who could diagnose minor illnesses with their keen sense of smell, often more accurately than some doctors.

He passed on several herbal medicine recipes suitable for treating various ailments and provided recorded prescriptions for every current inpatient. The clinic could operate smoothly for at least a few months without him.

And Crown Prince Raciel will limit contact with outsiders due to health concerns That will be the official statement.

So, are we prepared now?

Yes, how about your side, Princess?

Were also prepared.

The princess boarded the carriage, and Raciel followed suit. With that, all the preparations were complete.

The carriage departed.

He left the Star Palace, blending in with the princesss entourage. They swiftly exited Imperial Capital Magentano, passing through checkpoints, traversing roads, fields, rivers, scaling hills and mountains, and passing multiple cities and fortresses. Day and night cycled repeatedly, and eventually, they crossed the border between Magentano and Anbouaz.

As they crossed the border, Raciel made a personal resolution.

Lets provide excellent care to the wounded.

He pledged to save as many lives as possible and accrue a substantial bonus in lifespan. Nothing else would matter. His sole focus would be on treating the wounded and accumulating bonus lifespan in the coming months.

So, keep to yourself and do your job, he vowed to himself, again and again.

Little did he know how his personal and self-centered resolution would have a profound impact on Anbouazs civil war, making a significant contribution that would be remembered in the annals of history. At that moment, he had no inkling whatsoever.

(To be Continued)

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