Chapter 33

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 33Episode 33. Formation of special forces (2)

“Your Majesty the Crown Prince!”

“Oh, us too!”

“Take care of it!”

“Didn’t you take us in and treat us for use?”

“You pay a lot of money… no, I’m sorry if you say you want to return the favor, but you’re like this!”

“If you brought me here, you have to take responsibility until the end!”

“They said they were raising it! “I heard you’re raising me!”

…It’s absurd.

I’m seriously on the verge of escaping.

Rachiel looked at the gladiators staging a sit-in in front of the bedroom door. And then he asked a quick question.

“No, what do you raise? Are you guys potatoes? “Is it a Maltese?”

“Oh, I am more confident than potatoes!”

“They take care of their homes better than Maltese dogs!”

“I can protect you better!”

“Move! “I will protect you!”

If things were left like this, it was like a competition for the best escort in the world. Rakiel let out a deep sigh at the foolish fool who ran away from home.

“Whew. So, calm down for a moment. To sum it up, you all want to be my escort?”

“Yes that’s right!”

“Not because of the loyalty and grace that took me in and treated me, but because I wanted generous compensation and welfare benefits?” Sёarch* The NôᴠelFirё.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

“Yes, that’s right…”

“Right?”

“….”

The gladiators became mute. My eyeballs were drooping as I looked at what was going on here. Rakiel smiled at that sight.

“haha. “Look at these guys.”

It was absurd.

I was about to eat breakfast as usual and start my day. A small walk for your health. Self-steaming for your health. Take a nap for your health, etc. I was about to have a rewarding day as the royal family became unemployed.

But out of nowhere, there was a buzz and clutter outside the bedroom door. I came out wondering what was going on and saw this commotion. Each person says he or she is the best escort. I can protect this side harder than anyone else in the world.

‘Ugh. This is true. What happened?’

Rachiel looked to one side with wide eyes.

One side crowded with gladiators.

Damian was there.

“Let me see for a moment.”

I brought him into the bedroom. As soon as I entered, he asked as if poking me.

“Hmm. “Isn’t that what you did?”

“…What are you talking about?”

“What are you saying? Working conditions for being appointed as my escort. “Is that what you were talking about to them?”

“I never made a fuss, I just relayed the facts as I heard them.”

“Oh, that’s it.”

“Were those conditions a secret?”

“what?”

“Your Highness said this yesterday. “The working conditions are like this and there are such benefits, so think about it carefully.”

“Uhm, you did, right?”

“yes. So I thought about it. I thought about it hard. But I couldn’t come to an easy conclusion. So…”

“No way.”

A powerful premonition passed through Rakiel’s mind. And as expected. The strong premonition was correct, as always.

“Yes, that’s right. “I discussed it with them.”

“….”

“Because you have never kept your working conditions a secret. And another one.”

“What.”

“Among the working conditions that Your Majesty presented to me, I am talking about vacation.”

“uh. “Why is that?”

“When I thought about it, there was something a little strange. You said you would provide monthly and annual leave. You said that childcare leave is also guaranteed. But what if I become His Majesty’s close escort alone? “Who will watch over you closest when I am enjoying my vacation benefits?”

“….”

“Of course, there will be the existing Royal Guard. But you chose me separately from them. Because you want a special escort who will be by your side 24 hours a day. So I thought. “Ah, I guess the reason you mentioned vacation is because it has a deep meaning for you.”

“hey.”

“The deep meaning is that more efficient guarding will be possible if several people take turns protecting His Majesty, rather than alone.”

“…I was just planning on having you join the royal guard when you weren’t around.”

“yes?”

“no. That’s it. Anyway, that’s why I revealed all the working conditions to the gladiators, and thanks to that, everyone’s eyes widened like that and they came running in the morning and started making a fuss, right?”

“That’s an accurate summary.”

“Yes, it’s so accurate that it’s really embarrassing.”

Rachiel smiled bitterly. They were gladiators who were not originally planned.

‘I thought I just finished treatment and it was over.’

I thought I had everything I could get as long as I got the bonus life. I didn’t even expect them to stay by my side. But I really didn’t know they would come out this actively.

‘Well, I still like it.’

It’s unexpected, though.

It’s a bit of an absurd situation, though.

Still, it didn’t feel bad.

‘okay. Those who honestly say they like money and welfare benefits are a hundred times better.’

Friendship and loyalty.

You have to repay the favor.

What if you tried to stay by my side, citing reasons you couldn’t even see? Rather, it felt uncomfortable.

‘Anyway, everything in life is business, except for a few relationships, balls, and friends.’

In fact, he did not believe in things like justice, loyalty, and grace. In particular, I never believed people who said things like that even though they weren’t family or friends. In my experience, I felt that those types of people were more likely to stab people in the back.

‘It was like that in Korea too. Especially when I worked part-time during college. ‘CEOs who emphasize affection, loyalty, and a family-like atmosphere end up not being very good.’

That was usually the case.

This part-time job was not done out of hunger. It wasn’t like I went to work just to show my loyalty.

I had no intention of finding my family in a place like that. He was just there to make money. As long as I received the promised money, I was satisfied. That’s why I actually liked the attitude of the gladiators right now.

‘I pay them well. They protect me fiercely. We just need to be faithful to that. That’s a win-win. Well, it’s not bad.’

Moreover, what if he makes them his bodyguards? There would be other benefits as well.

‘There will be an army that only follows me.’

In fact, the Royal Guard was not its own. If you look at it closely, they were imperial troops following the emperor’s orders. Normally, I provide various services for our convenience, but what happens when the orders of the emperor and this side conflict in times of emergency?

They were people who would only follow the emperor’s orders.

‘So I can’t completely trust it.’

Gladiators, on the other hand, are different.

You can raise it as your own private soldier. If each other’s interests are protected, we can be together forever. I liked that. A conclusion came naturally.

“Ask everyone to come in.”

The bedroom door opened.

The gladiators came in one after another.

“I came in first, Your Highness!”

“I was one step late in identifying the dangers inside the bedroom, Your Majesty!”

“I was two steps late because I cried three times, Your Majesty!”

Sounds like a gladiator’s brat. Rakiel tilted his head.

“What is that again? “Why did you cry three times?”

“I am so happy to receive treatment from Your Majesty!”

“….”

“Once again I got to see your face this morning!”

“Hehehe.”

“If you don’t accept me today, I won’t be able to see your face again, so one last time!”

“Then you won’t cry when I die?”

“By then… I’m going to die too!”

“Hehe, pull that guy out.”

Rachiel just laughed.

A special guard unit just for the crown prince.

This was the moment when the so-called ‘Special Forces’ was born.

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“This is a regular report on the current status of Crown Prince Rachiel Adria Magentano.”

This is the deepest part of the Magentano Imperial Palace. A place where only the emperor and a few of his closest associates can enter. In the secret conference room, Emperor Asterion Testarossa Magentano stared at the teacup.

Pure white seaweed blooming from a teacup. Meanwhile, a report was heard from the head of the emperor’s direct intelligence department.

“First of all, this is a report on the gladiators that His Majesty the Crown Prince brought into the villa. Two days ago, all 14 gladiators were appointed as guards for His Highness the Crown Prince.”

“escort?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

A report from the head of the Intelligence Department followed.

“His Royal Highness gave the gladiators the nickname ‘Special Guards’ and ordered them to guard his side 24 hours a day.”

“Hmm. Did the gladiators swear allegiance?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“What price did Rachiel give them?”

“It was a contract that guaranteed salary and various benefits.”

“…contract?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“It sounds like they have a grandiose name, but in reality, they are nothing more than mercenaries bought with money.”

Emperor Asterion chuckled. But contrary to that harsh assessment, he was deeply interested.

‘It’s getting more and more interesting these days.’

He was the crown prince who always guarded his hospital bed. The eldest son was nothing more than a helpless invalid. That’s why it was always painful to hear reports about Rachiel once every ten days.

It had to be that way.

The content of each report was full of debilitating issues. It was a report that did not show any light of hope.

He said he had been lying in a hospital bed for some time. Like barely eating any food. He said he got tired after taking a walk for a few steps and sat down to rest. The daily life of the crown prince, who would carry the future of the empire, was nothing but unbelievably pathetic, weak, and miserable.

Therefore, he was an emperor who gave up expectations for a long time. There is no future. There isn’t even a sign of it getting better. It would be impossible to find any hope to walk any further. It must have been a dozen years that I gave up and watched.

‘But…’

At some point, the crown prince changed. Was it about two months ago? I think it started when I heard a report that the guy was stabbing himself with a needle.

The guy who always guarded the hospital bed. A guy who seemed like he was just waiting for death to come. I started doing something. Doing work. Try it. There was a fuss.

It was from then on. Listening to reports about Rachiel once every ten days became more and more interesting. It is said that he ordered a shield from a blacksmith ahead of the showdown with the 2nd prince. He said he had to walk more and emptied his bowl out of energy.

There was even a report that they raided and subdued the gladiatorial arena of an underground organization operating in the imperial capital.

‘But this time, it’s a private army made up of gladiators.’

Could it be related to what I heard in the last report? At the time, I heard that Rakiel beats the gladiators’ backs every day. Was it perhaps some kind of torture? Did the gladiators succumb to the torture?

‘No, that won’t be it.’

There must be something you don’t know. It must not have been simply purchased with money. There must have been more interaction or rapport between Rachiel and the gladiators.

‘Feel so good.’

The emperor felt satisfied.

The eldest son, who thought he had no future. A child who was considered a failure even though he received his own blood. I felt pain, regret, and resentment over that fact. The fact that this guy kept trying to do things on his own made the emperor happy.

The emperor’s voice as he asked the head of the Ministry of Intelligence also became slightly warmer.

“Is there anything else to report?”

“That’s it…”

It’s there too.

However, the head of the intelligence department looked a little strange. Could it be that Rachiel has done something strange again?

‘Perhaps so.’

The emperor was rather happy.

What kind of surprise will my eldest son give me this time? I approached the head of the Intelligence Department with curiosity and anticipation.

“It’s okay, just tell me.”

“I am so sorry. If you do, I will tell you. Actually, since yesterday, His Highness the Crown Prince….”

What is it?

What preparations are being made to lead the future of the empire? Or maybe he started studying for his own development. The emperor perked up his ears with a pounding heart and a solemn expression.

At that moment, a reluctant report from the head of the Intelligence Department followed.

“They have gathered all the attendants and maids of the villa and are pricking everyone’s entire bodies with needles without any blood, tears or mercy.”