Chapter 125

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 125Episode 125 Joy and sorrow with the enemy (3)

“Fuck you. “Is that me?”

“….”

Rakiel’s insulting words came out. The raw answer, without even a single word of it, pierced Javilon’s eardrums. My heart was also stabbed.

Javilon’s heart sank. His pupils did a popping dance of great astonishment.

‘…uh?’

It was strange.

Military doctor Lee Han, called a saint.

His answer was extremely strange. It was an unexpected and kind of strange answer. It was a wrong answer that was not in the options he had given. It was even a very rude and crude answer that I could never have imagined.

But that strangely pierced my heart. The echo of my reply continued to linger and pound inside my chest. Like an echo. Over and over again. Controlled breathing.

‘Why?’

I should be angry, but I can’t. Did you ever remember hearing such rude language in front of your face? At least not within 10 years. So, we need to punish that rudeness right away. It would be right to set an example by tearing off the mouth or tying the limbs to a wheel and breaking them so that no one can climb up like this.

But I wasn’t angry.

Instead, my heart pounded even harder. I felt like I had met the ideal person I had been searching for for a long time. It wasn’t an illusion. A strange certainty came to me. A strange conviction that this rude answer was the answer he had been longing to find. A truth that cannot be denied and cannot be pushed away.

‘Is that… me?…’

The more I thought about it, the tighter my heart became. Breathing became uncomfortable. A strange feeling of discomfort tickled my back, wondering if I had been thinking about something wrong all along.

The revolution is.

Changing the world is a new history that sweeps away old things.

I believed that it could only be written down with blood. He also believed that it could only be accomplished through sacrifice through bloodshed. Otherwise, I thought it would be impossible to break down the existing old system because it was so solid.

‘But… the kingdom of the new order that we will achieve and welcome… will it be me?’

Definitely definitely.

Should blood be shed? Can the world only change like that?

I don’t know.

Is that correct? Are the doubts blooming inside you true?

Is this how it would feel if you were hit hard on the back of the head? It was as if another self in my heart was whispering to me. That you have been living your life thinking wrong. There are many ways in the world. Dividing it into only a dichotomy and getting stuck in it is something only a fool would do.

“….”

Before I knew it, Javilon’s expression had hardened. No, it had changed drastically. Thanks to this, Rakiel’s neck was also shaking.

‘This is no joke.’

He quietly took a step back. It’s not that it’s not, but Javilon’s appearance was unusual. It felt like I was going to hit him at any moment. Or, I felt like I was going to burst into tears at any moment.

In fact, it might have been so.

‘It must be confusing.’

Javilon from the novel Demon Sword Emperor came to mind. He had been searching for the answer to the question he asked earlier all his life. Finally, when he reached the moment of death, he finally remembered his own correct answer that he could admit to himself, and faced the end in a sense of desolation.

I heard that correct answer from someone else’s mouth while I was still in a normal state. The psychological impact will be significant. You probably want to deny it.

As expected, the look in Javilon’s eyes was clearly filled with confusion.

“…Are you serious about that answer?”

“I just answered whatever came to mind.”

“Right. okay.”

A distorted smile appeared on Javilon’s lips. Soon he shook his head.

“Go away today.”

“yes?”

“Please keep it out of my sight as much as possible.”

“…All right.”

I already wanted to run away if possible. As soon as Javilon’s command was given, Rachiel retreated at the speed of light. I spent the whole day cooped up in my dorm. And I often pricked up my ears. This was because Javilon’s residence was right next to it.

Surprisingly, Javilon was quiet all day.

However, just once there was the sound of something breaking. After that, I thought I heard a soft sobbing sound. But it was such a faint sound that I couldn’t be sure. That was it. It was a day where nothing happened.

♣

It was well after noon the next day when Jabilon called.

“…I cannot accept your answer.”

This was the story Javilon immediately brought up as soon as he saw his face. His appearance wasn’t ruined in just one day. It was still neat. The hair was neatly organized without a single hair out of place. It was difficult to find even a single wrinkle in the way he dressed, like that of a person suffering from tuberculosis.

However, there were two places that were different from yesterday.

‘The eyes…’

became very blurry. It seemed like he still hadn’t escaped the confusion. And his hand was bandaged. The bandage, which was originally white, had turned dark red and dried.

The moment I saw it, I remembered a sound I had heard last night. The sound of something breaking. After that, soft and faint sobs flowed.

“….”

Was it not a mistake? While I was thinking about that, Javilon continued speaking.

“I’ve been thinking about it since yesterday. That rude and arrogant answer you gave. “At the end, I came to a conclusion.”

“Are you saying you can’t admit it?”

“exactly.”

Javilon nodded with a somewhat too vigorous motion.

“The blood that flows from sacrifice is precious. Sacrifice is noble in itself. It doesn’t matter whether it’s a sacrifice you wanted or a sacrifice you were forced to make under the pressure of the flow of history. All those sacrifices deserve respect. No, it must be respected. It must be worshiped.”

“Is that so.”

“Of course. Because that is the only truth that history tells us. Because it will be the foundation of legitimacy that will elevate our country and people to a more glorious rock. “Our revolution will become more noble in proportion to the weight of the blood shed.”

“….”

This is sophistry.

Now Javilon is trying to justify his rebellion. What’s even more unfortunate is that he himself had already vaguely realized that fact. That’s probably why he speaks so passionately.

‘I feel like I’m suffering from some kind of mental indigestion.’

The correct answer of a lifetime that I have heard through other people’s mouths rather than realizing on my own. It is natural that we cannot readily accept that. How many stages of denial and anger must we go through before we can accept, understand, and accept?

It will probably be an arduous march.

But Rachiel didn’t care. He wasn’t the kind of guy who gave affection anyway. In fact, it would have been better if I had been plunged into mental confusion like that. If there is an opportunity, I will immediately run away to the imperial capital. It was better.

“By the way, how did you hurt your hand?”

Rakiel asked with a half-hearted tone. Javilon, who was speaking passionately, twitched his right hand.

“…I just made a minor mistake during training.”

It was my first time seeing him stutter.

What a mistake.

Sword Master? You accidentally hurt your hand? Who would believe that? Javilon himself seemed to think that the answer he had given was absurd, and his face was slightly open.

Rachiel barely suppressed the smile that was about to escape.

“Then may I take a look at your wounds?”

“There is no need for that.”

“Even though I am your doctor?”

“It’s really a minor wound, so it’ll get better if you just leave it alone. “Don’t worry about it because it will be a waste of effort.”

“…All right.”

Why did they force me to sit down as the attending physician to do this? Of course, his purpose is obvious. He probably hopes that this person will be influenced by his thoughts even a little. That’s why they hope that their sincerity will be reflected in the speech declaring their support a few days later.

It was from then on.

As expected, Javilon stayed with me 24 hours a day without even giving me treatment. It was a strange joy and sorrow. It was a brutal serving that was not even mentioned in the Eight Characters. It was so brutal that I almost thought it would be much more comfortable to have a black panther who had starved for three days as my roommate.

‘He’s always polite… but he’s equally polite when he kills people.’

I was afraid that he would suddenly change and show his smarts(?). So I acted more cautiously. Three days have passed. In the meantime, Rachiel had no idea. How Javilon’s view of himself had slowly changed over the past three days.

‘I can’t believe a person like this existed in the world…’

It was morning.

Javilleon, the rebel commander of Amboise, looked at Rachiel with new eyes. It was amazing to see Rachiel sitting across from me and eating while giggling as if watching me. The more I looked, the more convinced I became.

‘Surgeon Lee Han is not a Seungnyang.’

He is a completely different kind of person than himself. He did not resemble any of the subordinates who gathered around him, longing for power. It was strange. It was comfortable. The more I interacted with it, the more I felt at ease and relaxed.

It was a strange thing. I have never slept comfortably before. I have never let my guard down. After staying with this military doctor, who is called a saint, I was able to get a surprisingly good night’s sleep.

I didn’t even know why. No, I wanted to deny it, but actually I knew.

‘Was the answer the author said… really the answer I had been longing to find my whole life?’

I wanted to deny it over and over again.

But that didn’t work.

I felt like I was going crazy.

I felt like I wanted to twist the author’s fragile neck and break it right away. At the same time, an incredible desire to become closer to the author also bloomed.

A confidant that you keep by your side?

Or a henchman who acts like your right hand man?

It wasn’t.

I wanted to make him a friend regardless of rank or military relationship. I wanted to be the kind of friend who shared drinks, shared concerns, cursed at each other, and offered sincere support. I wanted to have something that I had never had before in my life.

Maybe it was because of that longing.

“Surgeon Lee Han. “Actually, I wanted to become a painter.”

“…yes?”

Rakiel’s spoon, which was eating soup, stopped. The corners of Javilon’s mouth slightly rose.

“Really. “I have been interested in painting since I was young.”

“A picture… you mean?”

“Hmm. Even after all this, I still draw quite a bit.”

“….”

“Is it strange?”

“no. Just-”

“Just?”

Javilon asked.

Rachiel frowned slightly.

“My favorite thing to do was drawing, so I was wondering how you ended up holding a sword and walking the path to becoming a sword master.”

“ah. “It was because I was abused.”

“If it’s abuse….”

“To my father. I had to be whipped every night. Still, I didn’t give up my stubbornness. I cried out that I would definitely become a painter. But it didn’t work. “Because my father was very stubborn.”

Javilon’s eyes deepened. The eyes are facing this way, but what you are actually looking at must be some moment in the past.

“So it was when I was twelve. I made a bet with my father. I decided to take the art school exam and carry out my wish if I passed. “If I am eliminated, I will follow my father’s wishes and take up the sword.”

“…You fell.”

“no. “I passed.”

“But why?”

“My father canceled my acceptance. By abusing his position without my knowledge. “I put pressure on the dean of the art school.”

“….”

“So your admission has been canceled forever. And ten days later, my father died.”

“no way.”

“Have you noticed anything else?”

“….”

I don’t want people to notice this. Rachiel asked reluctantly.

“Did you kill him?”

“well. “I’ll leave it to your imagination.”

Javilon smiled sadly. So you felt sad? at all. Rather, it was burdensome.

‘Why is this person acting so friendly these days?’

Rachiel shrugged her shoulders. I wanted to run away from here immediately. Sir Damien Gardin wanted to return to the villa.

So, in order to create a loophole, I deliberately tried to destroy Javilon’s mentality. He said the answer he had been searching for his whole life as if he were dropping a nuclear bomb.

But since then, Javilon’s attitude has changed strangely. You keep pretending to be friendly. No, it actually was like that. He seemed to have an attitude that made me want to be friends with him. He often brought up stories about his childhood memories and other things without being asked.

So… it was very burdensome!

‘Tsk. If you do this, you’ll be out.’

You have to catch the escape angle.

However, instead of showing interest, I ended up listening to Javilon’s past history every day without any interest. I ended up becoming a sales person who sincerely listened to the unfortunate childhood of a World War II mustachioed murderer who committed suicide after failing the entrance exam to an art school.

‘Write it. Is there no way.’

Rakiel felt nervous inside. But that was then.

“…also. “You don’t seem to be very interested in my story.”

“yes?”

It’s a surprise.

Rachiel was hot. However, Javilon’s response came before our excuses.

“but. I understand. “Who would truly care about other people’s unfortunate childhoods?”

“No, I…”

“That’s enough.”

“….”

Could it be that he was upset?

It was around that time when I had that thought. Javilon suddenly extended his right hand in this direction. Just as I was about to startle, he spoke.

“Please look at my wounds.”

“Yes?”

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“….”

That guy who looks like he hurt someone who was eating breakfast. This is the one who looks after that.

Rachiel put down the piece of bread she was trying to dip into the soup. Javilon looked at his outstretched right hand. The torn wound on my palm was slightly festering.

‘I’m about to develop cellulitis.’

Let’s start with the pulse first.

I suddenly became curious. Javilon, a mid-boss character who exuded absolute force until the middle of the novel Demon Sword Emperor. It was an opportunity to check his physical condition.

“Then let’s take a look.”

Fortunately, Javilon no longer rejects this direction. I grabbed his wrist carefully. I took the pulse. The Jinmaek skill was activated.

Ding dong!

[Starting the pulse.]

[Scanning.]

[3… 2… 1….]

[The pulse results have been received.]

[Please check the

below.]

The pulse has been completed. .

Rachiel’s gaze moved downward. I began to look closely at the comprehensive medical checkup sheet. The next moment, he had to open his eyes involuntarily.

‘…uh?’

Javilon’s comprehensive medical checkup spread out before his eyes. Looking at it, he slowly realized.

It seems like he has now discovered Javilon’s secret, secret constitutional trait that wasn’t even mentioned in the novel.

This was Javilon’s small but fatal weakness.