Chapter 152

Chapter 152

The morning began, and the sun steadily ascended in the sky. The ladies who had harbored intense jealousy towards the Second Prince during the grand banquet the previous night were now deep in the throes of hangover-induced slumber. The Second Prince himself, exhausted, had succumbed to sleep as well.

However, there was one exception.

It was Raciel.

Ughhh Demian?

Yes, Your Highness.

Just a bit lower.

This spot?

To the left, left, no, not that far. Just slightly to the right. Ah, there, there.

Here?

Yes, thats right. There. A bit firmer.

Like this?

Eek!

Raciel let out a cry as if his nape was being peeled. It was inevitable. Demian, who was massaging his neck, had applied too much pressure. It was almost as if the trapezius muscle was bidding farewell to the body forever.

Ugh, thats too strong.

I apologize.

Lets do it properly, shall we?

Demian felt embarrassed. Why was he massaging the Princes neck so early in the morning? And why

I wonder why Your Highness doesnt rest; Im concerned. You barely slept last night attending the banquet. I wonder if theres a need for you to force yourself to stay awake like this

Honestly, he was curious. It was baffling and incomprehensible.

Demian glanced around. They were in the middle of the detached palaces garden. Unbeknownst to them, the late winter morning sun was casting its warm rays. The Prince was reclining in a comfortable chair placed in the garden, stretching his legs.

What was his intention?

Why, from early morning, in the middle of the garden, did he need to be like this? The more Demian pondered, the more questions surfaced like a spring in a deep mountain forest.

However, the Princes response only deepened the mystery.

A reason? Yes. Because a guest is coming.

A guest?

Yes. An unwelcome one.This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

A guest who said they would think for a bit and return. But based on my intuition, they will be back by this morning. Thats why Im waiting like this. I dont like to be abruptly awakened to greet them.

Who might that be? Does it have something to do with that sign over there?

Demian shifted his gaze, growing suspicious. Where his eyes landed, a hastily crafted sign stood. The words Negotiations Welcome, scribbled by the Prince himself, were prominently displayed.

Negotiations?

With whom was the Prince planning to negotiate? There was no way to know. But one thing was clear; this person had a hidden agenda. The Prince Demian had observed and experienced always had an underlying motive behind his actions.

Hes a rather enigmatic individual. Demians gaze towards the Prince was filled with complexity. Meanwhile, Raciels eyes narrowed at the corners.

Oh my, lost in thought again? Your grip is slowly weakening, isnt it?

Make sure to massage firmly, okay?

But, Your Highness, arent there other members of the special duty squad?

Hmm?

Why am I the one tasked with this?

Because if there were others, they might cause a disturbance.

Excuse me?

Thats the truth.

Raciel smirked. He spoke as if it were a jest, but it was a clear fact. It seemed prudent to clear the area as much as possible in anticipation of the elfs potential return. This applied to both the guard and the special duty squad.

After all, even if they were all here, they wouldnt be able to stop that elf.

Suddenly, he recalled the events of the previous night. The elf woman, whose name he still didnt know, had effortlessly breached the stringent security of the Second Princes palace and entered the terrace. Was it merely excellent stealth? It was beyond that.

Are you aware of the ailment you carry without realizing it?

What could he possibly mean? Was it typical deceptive human wordplay? Sylvia regarded Raciel with even greater caution. Raciel continued.

I sensed it when you first approached last night. The foreign sound subtly mixed into your breathing. And the faint hint of inflammation with each exhale. Dont you cough up nearly green phlegm every morning?

You do.

Whats your point?

If you accept my offer, in addition to compensation in money, I mean I will provide you with treatment. Consider it a sort of bundled compensation.

Ha.

A hollow laugh escaped Sylvias lips.

How laughable for a young human to utter such things. Yes, the symptoms you mentioned are accurate. I do experience harsh phlegm every morning. Its also true that my breathing has been slightly uncomfortable lately. But so what? Such mild symptoms can be cured by merely resting for a few years in a place with clean air. Are you attempting to make a significant deal out of offering treatment for something so trivial?

Its not a mild symptom, though.

How can you be so sure?

Because Ive witnessed it firsthand.

What?

Sylvia felt incredulous, but Raciel was entirely unperturbed by her reaction. As if he had anticipated this response, he casually reached into his pocket.

In his hand, he now held

Its been a while, Poboki?

Poki! Ppo-ki!

The phoenix fish Phantom beast, Poboki, chirped happily. Raciel addressed Poboki with a meaningful tone.

This morning, you know. The video I recorded after taking her pulse, can you display it now?

Poki!

Poboki nodded its head, hovering up from Raciels palm and unfurling its pectoral fins expansively. Soon, a 16:9 aspect ratio fin display illuminated brightly. And within it

Patzuzzz

The result of the palpation skill option CT output, which Raciel had activated briefly when their bodies had made brief contact last night, now appeared on the flame fin display.

Pazuzzt!

The initial image displayed a completely reddish background. A round, tissue-like cluster of grapes faintly swayed with the flow of air.

Do you see? This is the view inside your lungs.

What is this

Sylvias brows furrowed. She couldnt comprehend what this young human Prince was attempting to achieve. At that moment, Raciel pointed to one section of the image displayed on the flame fin.

And here, this entity is the parasite that has taken up residence in your lungs.

Parasite?

Yes. Since the moment you approached me last night, I detected signs of illness from the sound of your breathing and the aroma of your exhalations and made a diagnosis.

Nevertheless, if you continue to harbor this, the condition will deteriorate over time.

Sylvia clamped her lips together.

She harbored no trust for Raciel whatsoever. However, the peculiar fish that materialized before her eyes, she could believe. She realized it instantly. It was a Phantom beast.

Phantom beast dont deceive.

Suddenly, the words of the clans elder came to mind. The elder had once collaborated with a shrewd human named Lloyd Frontera in his youth. He had described it as a challenging period. But because that human possessed a Phantom beast, they could trust him.

The elder said, Phantom beast dont deceive.

Therefore, the image displayed by this fish Phantom beasts fin must not be manipulated or false. The squirming worm resembling a kidney bean, claiming to be nestled in her lungs, must also be accurate.

Then, precisely what is that, what is it?

Ultimately, Sylvia couldnt resist asking.

At that moment, Raciel beamed broadly, as if he had been anticipating that very question. Or as if he genuinely welcomed an elf with an incredibly long lifespan as a patient, he stated.

Its a lung fluke, Paragonimus westermani.

(To be Continued)

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