Crown Prince Sells Medicine - Chapter 614 - END

Episode 614 Epilogue

My name is Damian Cayenne.

The guard who once served the crown prince closest.

He is now a bodyguard assisting the new Demon King… … Should I say that?

“Ugh… … .”

“… … .”

“Gware air tangle…” … .”

“… … .”

“Goooooooooooooo… … .”

“… … majesty.”

“Guhuhuh…” … ok?”

“Please stop.”

“But, are you too full?”

“But I’m so uncomfortable.”

“My burp?”

“yes.”

“What is this desperate, tearful belching that you let out with difficulty as you try to somehow facilitate smooth digestion even while suffering from the biggest overeating of your life?”

“yes.”

“There is no mercy.”

“But my ears are suffering just as much as your stomach.”

“Then it’s okay.”

“Why?”

“My ears aren’t hurting, are they?”

“… … .”

The Demon King’s official aide, Damian Cayenne, remained silent. And I thought. This is all because of the Dragon Queen.

“I had no idea that they could put so much food into people’s stomachs.”

“… … I know. “It reminded me of my grandmother.”

“You mean grandma?”

“uh. He told me to give him only a little bit and gave him some gobong rice. He told me to just eat a little snack and brought him as much food as he wanted. He kept asking my dog ​​if he was hungry even though he wasn’t hungry yet. “If you say it’s okay, then they say that our baby’s skin and bones have been treated badly, and they look at you with pitiful and worried eyes.”

“… … .”

“Anyway, I really don’t think I’m going to die.”

The lord expressed his disgust as he left the exit of the Dragon King’s Cave. The torture(?) of the Dragon Queen that he had endured came to mind again. At first, the lord was very happy. I was ecstatic as I inhaled all the side dishes, saying it was boiled pork, and the crunchy, chewy geotjeori that I had tasted properly for the first time in years. However, there was a limit(?) to that happiness and ecstasy.

Even looking at it from the side, I honestly thought my stomach was going to explode. In particular, the highlight was the dessert bombardment of 31 different flavors of Yongwangbi Wal, Tteok Skin Robbins, and no, all kinds of rice cakes that filled the dessert table magnificently.

“They don’t even put that much rice cake on the ancestral rite table…” … .”

Even now, my lord, I feel sick and my complexion doesn’t look good either.

But I guess I’ll be invited again next year.

Should I rather advise them to take refuge in the demon world in advance around next year’s kimchi season? I don’t like that. Because when you go to the demon world, you always get at least one bottle of it. Then you have to be quite troublesome to treat it on your own on the earthly plane. Because that is a small price to pay for the power he possesses as the King of Demon World.

While thinking about it, Damian came up with his own trick.

“Then, Your Highness. “How about training until next year?”

“Training?”

“yes.”

He said it with some seriousness.

“It improves digestion. “We have one year, so wouldn’t that be enough?”

“… … “I think it would be quicker to debut as a food fighter YouTuber.”

“What is a food fighter?”

“There is such a thing. however-”

The lord’s eyes turned to this direction.

“Why are you fine?”

“yes?”

“No, when I think about it, it’s true. She ate the same. Even though I pierce all the acupuncture points on my own and make a fuss, my digestion is not going well and I am having a hard time. But why are you fine?”

“iced coffee.”

“Ah, what? Be honest. “You played a trick, right?”

“no.”

“no?”

“yes.”

“Then how are you so comfortable?”

“It’s thanks to the Selma muscle manipulation technique.”

“… … what?”

“This is the self-mana muscle control technique that Your Highness taught me. This forced an explosion of muscle movement in the stomach wall and intestines.”

“That’s okay?”

“yes. “Thanks to you, Your Highness.”

“… … .”

“Do you by any chance remember? Nine and a half years ago, when His Majesty ordered me to be hospitalized and quarantined in the villa.”

“uh. I remember. “You mean to secretly go to the demon world without you?”

“yes.”

“But why is that? “What does that have to do with Selma muscle control?”

“I was so bored at that time.”

“boring? Hospitalization?”

“yes.”

I nodded.

A wry smile suddenly appeared on my lips.

“I felt like I was going crazy to stay in the hospital room all day with nothing to do. There isn’t much that can be done. That must have been why. People naturally choose one or two things and dig into them.”

“Did you really mess up your Selmagun control skills back then?”

“yes. “I ended up doing a lot of things, including that.”

“This and that?”

“for example… … “It’s like writing a diary.”

“diary? you?”

“yes.”

The lord opens the gate leading to the villa and gives an absurd look in his eyes. Do you think this person’s habit of writing a diary is unexpected? I guess that’s what it is. At that thought, the bitter smile on my face became even deeper.

“At first, I felt awkward too. But as I continued to write, what can I say? It was pretty good. It’s also good for recording and remembering the little things that happened that day. “The length, which was brief at first, gradually increased.”

“You must have written a novel.”

“I almost did.”

“Yeah?”

“yes.”

“What is it about?”

“It’s a secret.”

He said it clearly.

It was my lord’s question, but I couldn’t bear to answer. To be honest, I was a little embarrassed. It was natural. At first, I was just so bored that I started writing a diary to kill time. How could I possibly tell the person concerned that the information I had imaginatively added to the end of the diary was related to His Highness?

“… … .”

never.

I can never do it.

Rather than saying that, I would rather end up diving into the deepest abyss of the demon world.

I strengthened my own firm resolve(?) and stopped being silly.

“Originally, diaries are not meant to be shown to others.”

“… … Write it. It’s not. “I heard that diaries are written in order to be discovered and made public.”

“Not at all.”

“That’s right.”

“no.”

“But can’t you just tell me a little bit?”

“It’s not possible.”

“It’s an order.”

“I refuse.”

“Is it the lowest level?”

“You’d rather beheaded.”

“… … Tsk.”

My lord frowns. Nevertheless, in the end, he is a humane master who obediently surrenders(?). This is why I have no choice but to follow my lord.

But that’s it.

But I can’t show you the diary. With that will in mind, I quickly entered the gate first and changed the topic.

“Anyway, my lord? “Are you still the princess of Amboise?”

“… … uh?”

“I waited for my lord for nine years. “I went so far as to categorically reject all the countless marriage talks I had heard.”

“Hmm. “The intention to change the subject is too blatant.”

“But shouldn’t we point it out at least once? “If things continue like this, I will only look at you for the rest of my life and then die of old age, unmarried.”

“Uh, so we’ve already started dating?”

“… … yes?”

“It has begun. association. “Since last month.”

“Are you sure?”

“Then do you think I’m lying?”

“… … .”

That’s not true.

A slight motion sickness feeling while passing through space. A feast of starlight that flows without stopping. Inside, the lord shrugged his shoulders.

“Anyway, that’s how it happened.”

“Please tell me in a little more detail.”

“huh. it is a secret.”

“… … Hmm. That’s not quite right. “I heard that dating is about trying to tell someone else.”

“at all?”

“you’re right.”

“no it’s not.”

“But can you just tell me a little bit?”

“Yes, no.”

“Please.”

“I will refuse.”

“Isn’t this an abuse of power against Solo?”

“Would you rather cut off Solo’s head as tyranny?”

“… … Sheesh.”

I laughed.

It seemed the same was true for His Majesty.

Meanwhile, the gate closed. The surrounding scenery had changed. The full roar of Urus can be heard from somewhere. Kukku’s playful response. It was a villa. Suddenly, today… … .

“You’re thinking you’ll have a lot to write about in your diary, right now?”

“… … .”

“I can see everything. “I can see everything.”

“… … It’s late. “Please go up to the bedroom and rest.”

“Nope.”

A mischievous smile appeared on the master’s lips.

“I’ll stop by the inpatient ward first. “You couldn’t make rounds this afternoon.”

“But your highness. Since you overate a lot today, you can take a day off from your rounds… … .”

“no. These are my patients. That’s right. Ugh. “It’s a lie.”

“… … .”

“Anyway, don’t say you’ll follow me. Patients get anxious when you stand next to them. Anyway, the impression is blunt. So, go up first, write in your diary, and go to sleep. “I’m going to rest later.”

“… … All right.”

“I will definitely see that diary someday.”

“That will never happen.”

“You should at least make a bet.”

“As much as you want.”

The lord taps my shoulder.

My lord, instead of saying hello, turns around and walks away.

I watched the back for a long time. Go inside the villa until you are out of sight. And then I stayed in place for a while. After being alone with my thoughts, I returned to my private quarters.

“… … Phew.”

It was quite a long day.

But I didn’t want to rest right away.

I took out the diary from the deepest part of my desk drawer. How many volumes is this diary? I’ve been using it for about 10 years already, so there must be dozens of volumes. There must be a lot of accumulated stories.

“… … .”

Crunch, crunch, the sound of a pen tip scratching paper.

This sound makes people calm every time. Even blurry memories come back clearly. It still is. Suddenly, the moment I first met my lord came to mind.

‘at that time… … .’

If I hadn’t met my lord.

If only I had stayed trapped in the gladiatorial arena.

What am I like now?

I used to think that way sometimes.

Maybe that was why.

I imagined that, the life that this hypothetical other side who would not have met my master would have had to go through, and recorded it little by little at the end of each day’s diary, mixed with a little guesswork. The trajectory of another virtual life has been piled up until today.

“… … .”

A fictional story that started out as interest at first.

Looking back now, it’s another life that has become more plausible.

An imaginary self who faced many hardships and adversities due to not being able to meet his master. By overcoming those bitter days, he finally grew and reached the ultimate stage, overcoming the bondage of the King of Demons with his own strength.

What happens next?

That’s probably it.

‘I in that world… … .’

You will finally realize it.

The fact that there was a master of fate that he had not met, and who he was originally supposed to be with. However, she was unable to face him, and her life ended up down a bloody path filled with struggle. Likewise, there is also the feeling of wanting to turn back the twisted and bleak fate.

That must be why.

Crunch, crunch, the sound of the pen tip moving again.

A fictional story written toward the end.

In the story between the gaps in the diary, he finally made a decision after realizing his mixed fate. A world beyond the dimension where the Lord of Destiny lives. Yanghwa Bridge, where he in this world should have died. The reason I threw the string of fate towards that place was.

And finally, the thing that brought the master to this world. In the fictional story, he ended up giving the knot of fate that he could not complete to his real self.

“… … .”

I put down my pen.

I read what you just wrote.

A bitter smile naturally came out.

The ending is that the person in the fictional story he wrote succeeds in becoming the master to the person in real life. Thanks to that, my real self was able to meet my lord in an underground gladiatorial arena. Even while watching it, I found it utterly absurd. Even though he wrote it himself, he felt a little embarrassed. I felt a renewed confidence that I should never show it to others, especially my lord.

But at the same time, it was an ending I liked.

So I was worried.

I even wrote the ending like this.

So wouldn’t it be a good idea to at least give it a title? What should we call this? The story of Damian Cayenne, the Sword Emperor who summons his lord who will later become the King of Demon World. The feeling of unfamiliarity rising again. If I had to risk it and give it a title… … .

“… … “The Demon Sword Emperor would be nice.”

This is pretty good.

A secret, happy smile appeared on Damien Cayenne’s lips.

– The prince who sells medicine, finished