Chapter 126

Chapter 126

Ding Dong!

The sound of a notification rings in the ears.

Simultaneously, a comprehensive medical report appears.

Hmm?

It was Javillons comprehensive medical report, which he had obtained out of sudden curiosity.

At the same time, it revealed Javillons minor and hidden vulnerabilities, never mentioned in the novel Devil Sword Emperor.

[Comprehensive Medical Report]

[Subject: Javillon Flamberge Anbouaz]

[Ethnicity: Human]

[Gender: Male]

[Age: 37]

[Height: 193.4 cm]

[Weight: 91.9 kg]

[Blood Type: Rh+ AB]

The most striking aspect was Javillons unparalleled physical condition. His cardiovascular and digestive system functions, along with other organ scores, were nearly flawless.

With such a physique, coupled with his mastery of swordsmanship and mana techniques, he appeared to be a genuine powerhouse.

However, Raciel paid little attention to Javillons impressive statistics. His focus was fixed on the Overall Conclusion below.

This was because an unexpected weakness of Javillon was listed there.

[Overall Conclusion: Every aspect of the body is in exceptionally harmonious and healthy condition. Optimal status is observed in all categories, including metabolic regulation and immunity. However, severe chronic migraines have been detected. Adequate rest and relaxation are required to alleviate emotional stress. If the condition continues to deteriorate, it is advisable to consider resigning from the current position.]

Indeed, resigning was a straightforward solution to reduce stress. However, that was not the primary concern at the moment.

A severe chronic migraine?

This detail had never been mentioned in the novel Devil Sword Emperor. The idea that Javillon, a die-hard nationalist and fervent patriot, suffered from chronic migraines was unimaginable.

Javillons current expression seemed just that: calm. No, it was almost expressionless.

But the Palpation skill doesnt lie.

He had faith in his skill. If the diagnostic skill indicated something, then it was accurate. Furthermore, his organs also provided the same diagnosis.

Ding Dong!

[Your organs are almost envious of Javillons but stopped short.]

[Heart: Hey, owner! Whos the person getting the checkup? Their cardiopulmonary functions are impressive!]

[Lungs: Huh This is amazing]

[Large Intestine: Brother Lung over there was shocked by their lung capacity.]

[Liver: That liver index is no joke either. Almost fell for it at first sight.]

[Stomach: But their stomach seems a bit unfortunate. Always in distress.]

[Liver: Looks strong on the outside, right? Actually, its constantly tormented. By the brain. Due to migraines. If I were in that situation, Id have given up within a day. Lol]

Raciel listened to his organs diagnosis. Judging from what the stomach mentioned, he had a suspicion.

Right. Migraines often lead to nervous indigestion. Especially, they place a lot of stress on the stomach.

He had encountered many such cases in Korea. Numerous patients visiting oriental clinics had similar issues.

In particular, many patients who came in with chronic indigestion and were diagnosed turned out to be suffering from migraines.

Javillon appeared to be one of those cases.

Suddenly, Raciel wanted to confirm.

Excuse me, do you happen to have a headache?

Javillon stared at him intently. His eyes widened slightly. Was he surprised or irritated? It was difficult to discern.

Faced with that penetrating gaze, Raciel briefly regretted asking. Perhaps he should have acted as if he didnt know.

But such concerns were fleeting. One corner of Javillons mouth curled up.

Yes, it hurts. It always does. As I contemplate how to breach the fortress of Balua.

It didnt appear to be that type of headache. It felt more like Javillon was trying to avoid the topic. Raciel naturally got that impression, and he wondered if such a feeling was also evident in his eyes.

Did Javillons gaze momentarily waver while looking at him?

Ahem! Hmm!

Your face has turned red?

Why would it?

I can see it.

Its just a brief cough. My throat feels scratchy.

It must be due to the change of seasons then?

Of course.

Theres sweat on your forehead.

As you mentioned, its because of the changing seasons. This years seasonal transition is quite unusual.

Yes, it is. Blame it on the change of seasons, certainly.

Please, be honest with me.

Did you notice?

As you can tell.

Raciels cerebral cortex buzzed with activity. He examined numerous scenarios and potentialities. He weighed the pros and cons. Ultimately, he arrived at a conclusion.

Its feasible.

Its certain.

Its worth a try.

So, you see

Raciel began to speak. His previously contracted neck was now held confidently upright.

His shoulders squared with confidence. His eyes sparkled with a determined challenge.

How about I alleviate that headache for you?

What?

Had he not anticipated this question? Javillon tilted his head, looking perplexed.

You? Cure my headache?

Yes.

But Ive told you, no medicine or method has ever relieved my headache.

Yes, I heard you clearly.

Then how do you propose to do it?

Theres always a way.

Doctors who confidently claimed they could cure me all ended up dead.

Then Ill say it without confidence. Let me try, and even if I fail, please dont kill me.

This isnt some kind of excuse about the effort being commendable, right?

I just dont want to die.

Very well.

Javillon chuckled.

Naturally, he had no intention of harming the Saint Military Officer.

He simply felt like granting him the opportunity due to his persistence. If it worked, great; if not, it wouldnt matter.

He held no expectations anyway. He didnt even believe it would succeed.

If he fails, I should offer some consolation.

Javillon secretly smirked. The Saint Military Officer held a significant reputation throughout the Anbouaz region. He likely took great pride in his medical skills.

That was probably why every doctor confidently claimed they could cure his headache.

And if they failed, their pride would be wounded. They might even be flustered by their failure.

Hell console him if that happens.

With this in mind, Javillon relaxed and followed Raciels instructions, observing his treatment.

Lets begin.

Youre not using any medicine?

No.

And tools?

This should suffice.

In response, Raciel lifted just his bare hands.

Upon seeing that, any remaining expectations plummeted. However, Javillon stayed silent, not wanting to hurt Raciels feelings.

Meanwhile, Raciels hand approached, gently touching the top of his head. Until that moment, Javillon had wondered what he was doing. Was he going to massage his head?

But in the next moment

A gentle caress?

His hand began to softly stroke the top of his head?

What?

Javillon was bewildered.

He couldnt comprehend what was happening. Why was the Saint Military Officer caressing his head as if comforting a puppy? The entire situation was perplexing.

What are you doing now?

Hush. This is the crucial part.

What could this be?

Is this how he intends to treat the headache? With this seemingly trivial action?

I dont know what you take me for, but

Javillon began to feel provoked. He raised his head.

He regarded the Saint Military Officer with indifferent eyes, contemplating whether to slap him or perhaps break his neck. How should he exact revenge?

Just as thoughts of violence began to fill his mind

My hands are healing hands~ These hands are maagical Eheheya~

Raciel started singing an odd(?) tune. The Healing Hands skill had been activated.

In that instant, the excruciating headache that had tormented Javillon for years vanished like a leaping fish.

!

For the first time in 37 years since his birth,

Javillon experienced a sensation of pure relief, causing his eyes to widen in astonishment.

(To be Continued)

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