The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 451

Episode 451 Multi-Crushing Manahart (1)

“I understand that Lord Cayenne has been crushing all the knights here in Harmion one after another without a single exception for an entire month, Your Highness.”

“…What?”

“Besides…”

Sir Frandel hesitated and then said. The moment Rakiel heard that, he had to doubt with both his eardrums whether the sound he received through his ear canals was a fact of this world.

“From what I heard, Sir Damian continues to dance almost 24 hours a day, almost without a break.”

“….”

“I also don’t know how much of the rumor is true. However, there are some parts that cannot be dismissed as bragging or exaggeration…”

“What parts?”

“Because the witnesses were members of the special forces, including Sir Sergius.”

“…Hmm.”

Rachiel frowned slightly.

Damian is on duty 24 hours a day, every day.

Is that possible with the human body?

no.

It’s not possible in the first place.

No matter how genius Damian is, he cannot overcome his biological limitations.

But the special forces witnessed it.

‘Others may not know, but Sergio is the type that is far from bragging.’

For someone who was a gladiator, Sergio is quite dignified, loud-mouthed, and serious. So he posts a report mixed with unnecessary bravado in order to punish Damian, who was also a former gladiator? It was difficult to imagine such a thing.

Rachiel asked.

“Tsk. I guess I’ll have to check it out myself. “Where is it?”

“yes?”

“A place where Damien continues his infinite dance.”

“I heard that it is a training ground exclusively for the Harmion Guards. “Do you want to go and see for yourself, Your Highness?”

“That’s right. “If Sergio’s report is true, I want to stop it.”

No matter how strong you are, training without rest is just overwork. Moreover, Damian has not yet completely overcome his blood sugar limitations. But what if you experience abuse that goes far beyond your physical limits? Hypoglycemic shock can cause serious problems.

It must be dried.

“So let’s all go.”

“I understand, Your Majesty.”

So Sir Frandel and the guards walked on. The Harmion Guard’s private training ground was not far away. Thanks to this, I was able to enter the training center without difficulty by going through several entrance procedures.

The training hall was spacious.

As a training ground exclusively for the top knights of a country, it was different from other training halls in terms of area and scale. Of course, all kinds of training facilities, including physical fitness equipment, are well-equipped like a top-class gym. Among them, there was a separate space for free dancing.

An area of 15 meters horizontally and vertically.

An iron fence tightly surrounds it.

On a stage full of stained blood and sweat droplets. On the stage where the gazes and sighs of the seemingly defeated royal knights were intertwined and seething, there was a guy with a sword in his arms like fangs.

It’s been a while since I’ve seen you free.

The true protagonist of this novel.

A man who once ruled as a tyrant in an underground gladiatorial arena.

It was Damian.

‘It’s the same.’

I remembered the day when I first came face to face with this guy in the old underground gladiatorial arena.

It was very similar to back then.

That’s what I thought as soon as I saw him.

His still tall height and well-proportioned physique, his flowing black hair, his tightly closed mouth, and his emotionless eyes that sweep across the crowd are all there.

‘Is it time to take a breather after finishing the previous bout(?)?’

Anyway, is he okay?

I heard you’ve been dancing 24 hours a day for several days.

It is a forced march that no human being can withstand.

Fortunately, there were no signs of fatigue or overuse in his complexion or posture.

‘Did Sergio make a lie that didn’t suit him?’

It was the moment when that thought came to mind.

Clap! Scream!

A loud metal sound rang from one side of the iron bars.

Eventually, the door there slowly opened.

Okay….

While Harmion’s royal knights were holding their breath, the man presumed to be Damian’s next opponent took his first steps into the performance space inside the cage.

Coo!

The sound of heavy footsteps that shakes the earth just by taking a step.

Huge beast or monster?

It wasn’t.

If it were just a ferocious beast or monster, it would not be able to create an intimidating feeling that would overwhelm the crowd just by standing quietly. It would not have been possible to excite the knights of Harmion’s guards who were watching from behind the iron bars.

“Has the leader finally come forward?”

“In the last match, the leader resigned voluntarily after competing for 20 sums.”

“But this time it will be different.”

“why?”

“Don’t you remember? “Didn’t the last leader use an ordinary iron sword that he wasn’t used to?”

“…ah.”

“So today must be real.”

“What will the result be?”

“I believe in your victory, Captain.”

“I… agree.”

I could vaguely hear the low-key conversation between Harmion’s royal knights. Judging from the content, it seemed like the enormously muscular man on the stage was the leader of Harmion’s royal guard knights.

‘Did you say Trakener Musco…?’

I remembered hearing the name before. Harmion, one of the potential competitors. The person with the greatest reputation there and who possesses both bravery and loyalty is Lord Musco.

It was then.

…Whoa!

Sir Musco, commander of Harmion’s Guard Knights, swung two halberds held in both hands in the air. The shape of the two halberds was unique. The left side was long, fluffy, and sharp. The right side was short, hard, and massive.

It wasn’t just the shape of the weapon. The nature of the two-pronged aura that slowly wrapped around the two halberds was also similar.

Tsussssssss…!

The Auror on the left ran wild with even sharper anticipation. It had the power of a razor that could cut through anything with just a brush. On the other hand, the auror on the right was emitting a heavy force, as if the construction Ohama had been blown up ten times more.

“A bio where the knight of Harmion, Trakener Musco, challenges you, Sir Damian Cayenne of Magentano!”

Tukuuung-!

With Lord Musko’s one word of greeting, the gymnasium was filled with his energy.

I feel overwhelmed just by looking at it.

My shoulders suddenly shrank.

‘You’re fighting with someone like that? ‘With a body that hasn’t yet overcome its blood sugar problem?’

Isn’t this a bit too much?

Of course, if Damian is in a normal state, he will be an opponent who can easily overwhelm him. But it’s different now. Damian is in a state where he can’t even show half of his original skills. On the other hand, the opponent was radiating a force more powerful than any sword master seen in Magentano.

‘If we fight with Sir Roberto, Commander of the Guards, who is His Majesty’s bodyguard… Sir Roberto may be slightly pushed back after a long fight.’

It felt like such a formidable force.

I was worried for a moment.

Should I stop this fight?

It was then.

Throw in!

Before I could finish my thoughts, Lord Musko’s attack began. It was a quick charge unbecoming of its enormous size.

Whoa!

Lord Musco narrows the distance of 5 meters in an instant. He scratched the space with the long, sharp halberd on his left. At the end was Damian.

Quatztsu!

The space was torn into dozens by the aura emitted from the halberd. Was it a mistake on our part to feel that the eyes of Damian, who was standing quietly at that moment, were sparkling?

…Tspit!

Damian’s silhouette wavered for a moment.

It was a very momentary thing.

A bright, cool flash of light passed between Damian and Sir Musko just once.

That was the end of it.

“…her?”

Sir Musko, who was about to strike with the heavy halberd on the right, flinched. I took a deep breath and stopped moving. I gave Damian a look that was half distrust and half anxious. That was Sir Musco’s last gesture on the stage today.

Slurp….

Knees that naturally lose strength.

Lord Musko’s whole body was destroyed.

Before I knew it, I was with the two halberds that I had helplessly lost.

Coooooo!

Lord Musko fell down with a loud roar.

To get up and fight again?

I couldn’t even dream.

‘Neat… stunning.’

Rachiel swallowed dryly without even realizing it and looked at Lord Musko’s condition. It was visible thanks to acupoint scanning. All the mana flowing through his body was showing a textbook ‘sleep state’.

It was as if the Sword Master had been put to sleep in one fell swoop.

‘Where did you hit? ‘I couldn’t even see it.’

It seemed to be such a clean and destructive blow, just like when he pierced the heart of a troll in an underground gladiatorial arena on the first day they met.

‘How did this happen…’

I was puzzled.

Damian was still not free from blood sugar problems. Could it be that I overexerted myself for the blow I just received? I was also worried. I looked at him. Then it was seen through acupoint scanning.

The guy’s heart.

Manahat.

The phenomenon of not being able to see the place properly.

‘…uh?’

Rachiel frowned and narrowed her eyes. It was strange. Even though acupuncture point scanning was activated, Damian’s Mana Heart was not clearly visible. Because it’s gone? That wasn’t it. Rather….

‘It’s all tangled up haphazardly, as if there’s a lot of overlap?’

The center of the chest where the mana heart should be.

There, I could see the flow of mana like a skein of randomly tangled threads. It was so complicated. It was like looking at Lego blocks that a 6-year-old child had placed in a haphazard manner. Manahat was obscured and not visible due to the many complicated and twisted flows.

‘what?’

This is my first time seeing this phenomenon.

Without even realizing it, Rakiel took a busy walk toward the dance floor. Thanks to that, Damian also saw this side. The guy walked this way, holding his sword.

“Hey, are you okay?”

As soon as I finally faced him across the iron bars, I asked.

“Yes, it’s okay.”

The guy responded calmly.

Then he gently shrugged his shoulders.

“Even the commander of the Knights of the Guard, whom they trusted, was defeated in one blow, so I don’t think they will be all that well.”

“….”

Where the guy’s eyes are pointing. There, Harmion’s depressed knights were carrying their leader onto a stretcher.

But that’s none of my business.

The most important thing right now is something else.

“No, not them. Yes, you. “Are you okay?”

“yes. As I just said, it’s okay.”

“Is it true that you were on duty 24 hours a day?”

“no.”

“then?”

“To be exact, I think it lasted about 22 hours.”

“Could it be every day?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“….”

“I competed for about 22 hours and then split the remaining time into small chunks to eat and sleep.”

“Is that… possible?”

“I tried it and it worked.”

“how?”

“I think it’s because the number of Manahats has increased.”

“Multi Manahat?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Damian smiled faintly and nodded. also. Was it something like that? The reason why he was obsessed with dancing like crazy. The secret to showing off the power of human energy without getting tired while fighting superhumanly. Even the incredibly overlapping mana flows around the Mana Heart seen through acupoint scanning.

‘It was all thanks to the increase in the number of multi-mana hearts.’

Finally, I was a little less worried.

Then, on the other hand, I became curious.

“Manahat… “How many are there?”

I was a little excited when I asked. Until recently, Damian had two multi-mana hearts. After that, I took special training in infinite dance for about a month…

‘I guess it increased to about 5? No, is that a bit harsh? Still, Damian is a genius who is recognized by everyone as receiving the novel protagonist buff.’

Maybe 5 would be enough. The Margrave of Asrahan, the highest authority(?) on multi-manahats, trained his entire life to possess 10, so it would be an incredible achievement if he was able to create half of that number, or 5, in just one month.

Moreover, with 5 multi-mana hearts, the new swordsmanship of the guy who consumes blood sugar will gain even more wings. At that point, I guess…

‘It can be seen that he is much free from the limitations of blood sugar problems.’

In other words, you have almost overcome diabetes.

A whopping 5 multi-mana hearts!

Thanks to you, I overcame type 1 diabetes!

A near-miraculous achievement!

Just thinking about it made my heart race.

It was then.

Damian answered as if it was no big deal.

“If you were asking about the number of multi-manahats, as of now, there are 256.”