Chapter 127

Chapter 127

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 astonishment.

For 37 years since he emerged from his mothers womb, he experienced a sensation of freedom for the first time 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 medley of seven octaves. Inside his veins, red and white blood cells intermingled and performed a tap dance.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

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 somewhat 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 treatment(?) 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 streamed 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 treatment I provided will likely only last for a day.

What?

What does that mean?

Just one day?

Afterward, its effects fade away? So, will the pain return?

The headache will come 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 treatment again tomorrow.

Ah.

So, lets proceed with this. Begin each day with my headache treatment.

So, until the next morning, I wont experience any headache?

Of course. As long as you dont oversleep and miss the morning treatment.

Im confident about that. Ive never overslept in my life.

Yes, I know youre diligent. Thats fortunate.

Additionally, while Im praying, no one can witness me. Anyone, if someone sees me during the prayer the effectiveness of the prayer will immediately vanish. Of course, the result will be the same

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 demeanor. 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 mean 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 me the location. Ill have it prepared.

Really?

If you desire it, shouldnt I assist?

Th-thank you.

Why thank me? 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 perimeter. However, they maintained a distance of approximately 200 meters 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 meaningful smile.

After all, I also find fulfillment in treating your headaches.

Thank you.

Finally, a warm smile spread across Javillons lips. He was grateful for such reassuring words.

With somewhat touched eyes, he watched Raciels figure recede up the hill.

Soon after, the full moon ascended.

It was from that moment 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 treatment. 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 warmer 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 someone 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 anytime. Worried that it should be about time 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 moment later.

Report! The Saint military officer, Rihan, has disappeared!

The moment he heard the heart-wrenching report, the moment 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 means necessary!

As Javillon shouted furiously, his eyes burned with an obsession that flared up like madness.

(To be Continued)

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