The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 258

Episode 258 Inhale Buaaaaang (1)

Holy relics are not just simple objects.

It contains a part of the power given by God. Even if the amount was so small that it was nothing more than a speck of dust, the divine power it exerted was by no means small.

Moreover, the symbolism was also high. It was a symbol of authority and status given only to the highest priests of the church. It was also an item that could not be dared to be possessed or touched without the permission of an archbishop or higher.

But damage?

This is ridiculous.

It is a matter of receiving God’s wrath.

It is an insult to sanctity.

So, this is an act that can never be tolerated.

‘I thought…’

Archbishop Bertona swallowed dry saliva. Cold sweat rose from the pores of my entire body, like freshly mined Arabian oil fields.

He couldn’t understand what was going on.

Why is the holy object lying on the table, tightly fastened to the work holder? Why was he standing in front of him holding a saw?

“Archbishop? Are you okay?”

Was it because I was dazed by the unbelievable situation? It was only after a moment that the archbishop realized the question directed at him. I raised my head a beat late. Across from me, I saw the bright smile of a silver-haired young man. It was Crown Prince Rakiel.

“If you feel uncomfortable wearing the legal uniform for what you are going to do from now on, may I give you some comfortable clothes to change into?”

“Oh no. “It’s okay, Your Highness.”

“Hmm, even though you say you’re fine, you’re sweating a lot.”

“That’s right…”

The crown prince brought a saw to cut the sacred object in half! You even put it in my hands!

The archbishop shouted inwardly.

And on the other hand, I thought.

‘Is it okay for me to be like this?’

The saw in his hand was brutal. The weather is jagged. It felt like it would hurt if I even touched it. But I have to cut up a precious sacred object with this.

It was something I had never dared imagine. He had never even imagined that he would do something like this himself.

“God….”

A voice mixed with moaning came out. Did the crown prince hear that too? He looked at me with a strange look and said this.

“Archbishop? “Are you afraid?”

“yes? Of course…”

“I’m scared too.”

“….”

Would a fearful person put his crazy idea of sawing a sacred object into action like this?

The archbishop wanted to ask a question. But he had to realize it soon. He realized that he had misunderstood the meaning of the word ‘fear’ uttered by the crown prince.

“Archbishop, I am afraid that the patients will not be cured.”

“….”

“I am afraid that the people who came to me with hope will not receive good results in the end and will suffer even more.”

“….”

“That’s why. A holy relic? It can be cut a hundred times. If God truly loves and cares for us humans, wouldn’t he be happy that the items he gave us are used to heal people? “I dare to think so.”

“Your Highness…”

“Yes, Archbishop.”

“Are you sure you want to?”

“I believe the Archbishop knows the answer better than I do.”

“….”

Archbishop Bertona was at a loss for words. It was because I suddenly felt embarrassed. How dare you see yourself trying to cut down a holy relic of God? It wasn’t. I felt ashamed of my attitude and mindset a little while ago, when I was worried about that act.

‘I am not a person who worships holy things.’

A realization that comes to mind again.

A resolution from when I first entered the path of serving God. I was so young and had no shame, so I could be purer than I am now, but a long-forgotten resolution came to mind.

Serving God means serving people. Just by loving your neighbors, having a heart to treat others with kindness, and putting that heart into practice, offering to God will become natural.

“….”

Since when did I forget that realization? Maybe I was more immersed in the grime of the world than I thought. So perhaps I was not seeing what was truly important?

The archbishop expressed sincere reflection. And he was truly grateful to the crown prince for giving him new insight.

But unfortunately(?) that gratitude did not last even 30 seconds.

“So, Archbishop? “Please hold the saw straight.”

“Ah yes, Your Highness….”

“This will only work if we work well together?”

“Oh yeah…”

“You held on tight, right?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“Then shall we begin?”

The crown prince grabbed the handle on the other side of the long saw. The archbishop also grabbed the saw handle with solemn resolve. This saw had handles on both sides and a long saw blade in the middle. With the sacred object between them, the two-person sawing began with a creak.

“Heekcha, Yeongcha, one, two, one, two!”

“Okay? “Sweet!”

“…Archbishop?”

“Yes?”

“Is this your first time sawing?”

“Oh yeah. As you can see…”

“Whew.”

“….”

The archbishop suddenly felt aggrieved. This is really my first time sawing. Since I’m not used to it, I have no choice but to be clumsy. If you’re human, that’s natural. Why do I have to get scolded by the crown prince for just sawing?

“Archbishop? “For sawing to work well, the sawing will be done well, and only then will the cross section of the object being sawed be clean.”

“Oh yes…”

“But if it creaks like this, the sacred object is bound to get a lot of scratches.”

“…!”

“It’s already half-cut… No, I have to cut it cleanly so there won’t be any problems if I put it back together later, right?”

“That’s true, though. majesty?”

“yes?”

“Why do you and I have to do this ourselves?”

The archbishop asked sincerely. Honestly, I was really curious. On the one hand, I didn’t quite understand it. Why should the clumsy self and the noble prince do such important sawing work themselves? If you’re already doing it, wouldn’t it be okay to have people who are familiar with it do it?

However, the crown prince’s answer on his return was unexpectedly very firm.

“Let’s make others do it? It’s not possible.”

“yes? Why…”

“The reason is simple. “If anyone else did something like this, they would be burned at the stake.”

Rachiel smiled faintly.

What he said was absolutely true.

“The Archbishop has served God from the beginning, so even if he receives God’s wrath, he will feel less unfair. Moreover, since you are the owner and manager of this sacred object, it is right for you to do this yourself.”

“Then your highness…?”

“I am the one who encouraged this to happen, so I must take responsibility. Besides, since he is the crown prince of the empire, he will not be burned at the stake.”

“Ah…”

“Do you understand?”

“Yes, Your Highness. “I guess what you mean is that you won’t blame others.”

“thank you. “Thank you for understanding me accurately.”

“Nothing to say.”

The archbishop barely answered, hiding his embarrassment. And then he glanced at the crown prince with new eyes.

To be honest, I was a little surprised just now.

‘The crown prince… was he originally this kind of person?’

He had never really developed a close relationship or interacted with the crown prince. However, there was something I heard from those around me. It is said that the crown prince, who was sensitive and nervous during his sickly days, gradually regained his health and became more easy-going.

But I didn’t know it would be to this extent. I didn’t even know that he was a person who cared about those around him in this way.

‘No matter what, they are royal family. Then, it would be a natural habit to take excessive care of one’s own safety. But to do something like this on your own that might incur the wrath of God. ‘The reason I didn’t leave it to others was because I didn’t want to cause unfair damage.’

Have you ever seen a royal family member think like this?

No, never.

does not exist.

I’ve never seen it, never heard it, and can’t find it in the literature.

But there is such an unprecedented person in front of me. He even rolled up his shirt sleeves and smiled as he faced himself.

Is it his own illusion that he looks similar to the ideal priest he pursued in his youth? Is that why my eyes feel hot without me even realizing it?

“…majesty?”

“yes?”

“Oh no. “I’ll start sawing again, so give the command.”

“of course. “So did you want to rest?”

“Yeah? Of course…”

“Our archbishop didn’t look at it like that?”

“haha. “I, too, am astonished by your Majesty.”

“You probably meant these words well, right?”

“Hehehe. “Of course.”

“Thank you just for the words. So shall we begin? “Are you ready?”

“Your Majesty, you will have to prepare to be amazed this time.”

“indeed. We’ll watch. Zero-cha, zero-cha!”

“one two! one two!”

…Oh God.

This poor person dares to damage what you have given him, so please punish him and save many people from pain.

The archbishop prayed sincerely and concentrated on sawing. I tried to work well with the crown prince.

Was it thanks to that?

Or maybe the top was a good virtue.

Surprisingly, the sacred object was cut cleanly with just a few saws and was reborn into two hollow hemispheres.

“Wow, thank you for your hard work, Archbishop. “Then I will start treatment right away.”

It was from then on.

Rachiel smoothed the cut cross section of the relic and immediately began treatment. He helped Valentino, who had become a patient, stand up and took off his top. He took out a bunch of white thorns and started dialing.

Tot! Thodot! Tot!

First, the spinal, hyeonchu, and muscular acupoints that form the dokmaek along the spine were pierced one after another. However, the method of hour-handling was completely different from before.

Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff!

I stabbed the acupuncture point I wanted to stab several times at random. Like venting one’s anger on a doll with a needle mercilessly, or like a sadistic sadist experiencing a sense of accomplishment.

Thanks to this, everyone was surprised.

“Huh?”

“Huh?”

The same was true for Anis, who was holding Valentino, and the archbishop, who had discovered the prince’s famous acupuncture practice.

But Rachiel didn’t care.

‘Next is Immaek (任脈).’

If the Dokmaek was at the back, the Immaek was at the front. He started with the lower arm acupuncture point above the navel, which forms the vital vein, and applied needles to the upper water acupoint and the middle arm acupuncture point.

Of course, the method was the same as before.

Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff!

Random stabbing is great for relieving stress!

“….”

Is it really appropriate to treat that? It was around the time when everyone thought of that.

Rachiel held the two halves of the holy object cut in the shape of a hemisphere in both hands as if holding a cup. The cut sections of both holy objects were placed on Valentino’s stomach and back. It was a place where the hour hand was randomly displayed a little while ago.

Popok.

It looks as if the stomach and back are tightly covered with two rice bowls.

Rachiel activated the dark mind technique. The circle in his heart rotated violently, exerting powerful suction power.

Kiiiiing-!

The mana in the blood vein, attracted by the suction power, rushed into the spinal blood, hyeonchuhyeol, and paraxial blood of the dokmaek. A small amount of blood came out through the hole in the skin that Rakiel had made with the aggressive needle earlier.

It was blood contaminated with vampire mutation.

The blood was received by a sacred object that served as a cupping cup. Locked up. To prevent it from flowing out of the cup. And…

…chiiik!

Contaminated blood came into contact with the inner surface of the relic. At the speed of light, they were instantly purified, shaking the 16-bit Lamprey Ascension Dance. It was a successful first step in curing vampire transformation.