From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

“Here.”

I had medicine in my arms from Earl Ludwig.

I gathered the necessary herbs and started making them when I heard they were coming to the Royal Road.

At this point, there are only two people on the entire continent who can make this medicine. The teacher who taught me herbs and me.

As a medicine to save people with lung disease, many people who had 'coughing sickness’ died before this medicine spread widely.

Diseases that cause inflammation in the lungs can be solved by arresting the inflammation.

I peeled the oily paper wrapped in medicine and smelled it.

“What kind of medicine? ”

Agatha asked.

“Pissimel is a medicinal drug for coughing sickness based on herbs." ”

“…… Are you sure? ”

“Yes. Feeding her will help her get better. ”

Beating the disease depends on its basic health and will. Well, half a cough and half a scream to protect my sister would be enough. I turned my back after delivering the medicine.

If you take it properly for three days, you'll see that it will improve.

“Cough! I want to hear the name of my savior! ”

You hear Royse's voice behind you. Yeah. Let's be honest.

I was satisfied just hearing his voice again. He was breathing alive and satisfied that I could do something for him.

No matter how many times he saved my life in my past life.

I knew I hadn't seen his last. He would have drawn as many enemies as he could for me.

If he had wanted to run away, he could have lived. Lois Yul Novan was such a man. He was a person who lost and did not stop grumbling, and he had never made a mutilated voice while pairing me with a cripple.

Rather, he was the kind of man who drew his sword at the man who insulted me.

“Chris Fraunmund, owner of Fraunmund territory. ”

Few people don't know about Fraunmoond territory. Especially if you're looking for a knight to sharpen your sword.

In my words, I saw Lois repeating the word 'Fraunmoont Territory.’

“Of course.”

I left you two behind. I didn't have to tell them what I was going to do, but I was going to take care of it later.

If the Royce I know is right.

I returned to the palace with the prince. I've already stayed a few days and got used to it, but this place was still too glamorous. For me, the prince's palace was a convenient and colorful place.

When I was in the bath, the servant pushed me on my back, and the servant took my clothes. The Grand Chamberlain was always kind to me. The bed filled with fluffy cotton was comfortable and the food was greasy, not just straw or collected beds.

However, convenience was different from true ‘comfort'. For me, the palace of the prince was not a comfortable place.

This is not where I belong.

Where I need to be is my sword and spear, my shield and wolf.

It is my land where they are, and where I must lead and stand on two legs.

So, it's time to go back.

I sat across the table for dinner and opened my mouth to the prince.

“Prince, I'm leaving for my territory. ”

“What? Now? No!"

Well, this is an aggressive response.

Are you going right now, at this point in the sunset? Right now, waiting for dinner.

“Not right now……."

I finished some calculations and said,

“I'll be there in four days. ”

Four days should be enough.

The prince looked at that day and shook his legs. Then I opened my mouth.

“I have some time after dinner tonight. ”

“What's the matter? ”

“Do I have to tell you that one by one? ”

I've been a little careless since I saw how good you've been to me lately. Son of a bitch.

When you call someone, you tell them what it is. Do I have to be so cold?

I said with a soft smile.

“I'm here for you whenever you want. ”

Actually, I have to go.

At this time, it is best to just give sweet words to your ears. Twenty-four years of mercenary life comes from experience.

I didn't just wander around the continent for nothing. My experience was smooth enough to get past this situation.

The prince wakes up as he goes to dinner.

“I'll go first. ”

I showed him the example of leaving, and he took a moment to leave. After clearing out the leftovers, the Grand Chamberlain stood up and smiled at me.

“Don't look so surprised. Baron.”

He certainly sounds favorable, but why does it sound ominous?

Maybe it's because something similar happened in the past? Earl Ludwig called me behind my back at night.

“Drag it."

The Grand Chamberlain laughed with a satisfactory face.

“Do you know why you're calling? ”

I asked.

“How dare I put it in your mouth before the prince speaks? ”

What I cannot say on his behalf because of the prince's status, what I will call him secretly at night, the affections and favors I have seen.

Jealousy that seemed to fit in with other nobles and finally letting me stay in the prince's palace, not the other room. Finally, when I showed my interest in Agatha Yul Novan and returned to the land today, I felt uneasy.

No, I don't think so. This one must still be hairy or hairy.

He is a child who cannot afford it.

“Of course.”

I tried my best to get my thoughts out and come back to my room. After a while, when the moonlight shined out the window, a young servant came to the room.

He looked like an odd and convivial boy.

“Son of a bitch. What's your relationship with the prince? ”

When I asked, the servant closed his eyes.

“Yes?”

“No.”

It was just a poetic thing to say. You walk with a gentle anxiety, guided by the acolyte. When I walked to the dark corridor, relying on the lamp with the servants, there was a rugged door.

It wasn't that the Wretched Prince didn't have a wall of waste, but it wasn't that he didn't defend his dignity as a prince.

It means that he certainly enjoys luxurious life. Therefore, this door did not fit with the prince.

Knock, knock.

“My prince?”

Let's knock and call him.

“Come in.”

The voice echoes in the air. It seemed to be an empty space.

I usually decorate my bedroom like this, but I only put my bed in the middle of nothing.

I slowly opened the door. I was thinking about just flirting with the prince.

Well, if they did, they'd be all over me to kill me.

“Hello?”

I felt a gentle tremor in the prince's voice. Five or six lamps push away the darkness, revealing a subtle light around you.

I looked around and knew my thoughts were tilted. The Prince's cheek flashes red in the lamp's light. It was not because of me that this boy who was born as a royal was red cheeks.

It was just the excitement of showing what he had.

The sour smell is probably because of the vinegar and the delicate stinking egg whites. They were all used to make paint.

The dye was dispersed on the floor. I felt like I was entering the studio of an afflicting artist.

“Few people know this. ”

The prince said.

I nod with a soft smile. Maybe he wanted to show you because he cares about you.

The youngest person to ever hold a sword said, "How about my sword? 'It was the same as asking. I looked at the painting with a relaxed mind.

These are the pictures you see in the dark. I thought I'd give him a proper compliment and comfort.

“Hmm."

After a short sigh, the prince shook his legs again.

“Why?”

“Did you draw this yourself? ”

I asked without breathing.

“Then who drew it? ”

I'm not very good at painting. There are only basic qualities. I remember the famous work, even though it was a basic masterpiece, but inside it I remember the work.

In other words, I did not think of this case.

In a few years, I found one of the most famous works on the continent.

The words were drawn on a thin, comfortable wooden plank. The perspiration flowing from the horse seemed to be breathtaking as if it were buried when touched.

A small signature is visible below the right side of the tree canvas. Lift the lamp and step closer, and you hear the prince telling you to be careful.

‘Emor.’

Haha. There are all these cases.

The name of the piece is [sprint], the author's name is Emole, and one day a tax-exempt genius appeared.

He was a genius painter who sold astronomical money for every painting.

Since there were not many people who were blind to buying his paintings from all over the continent, a moderately artistic person would be more familiar with the name Emor than a dizzy knight.

Of course, not now, but all a few years from now. So that means the Emoll is fucked.

I know the last of the Three Princes. Immediately, some hypotheses hit my head.

What if death is a lie?

It may be possible for a prince who was never interested in the throne in the first place. You hide your name and just live as a painter. Because he was rich, luxurious habits can be sold and preserved, so he wouldn't be short of money.

“What do you think?”

It's not a good time. I was going to pick up Jabrian and Lois from here.

A precious jewel like that rolled over and touched my feet. I had to pick it up cold.

“Good. Excellent. ”

“... Are you sure? You don't have to tell me! ”

“You don't believe me? ”

God gave him another gift in exchange for taking the concept from him.

“You really like it? ”

“If you don't believe me, can you give me this piece? I can prove it. ”

“Proof of what? ”

The prince's eyes gleam brightly.

“How much do you think this will sell for? ”

“Ah."

The prince looks at the painting [dashing] with his sad eyes, then nods. When he looked back at me, his eyes were burning with vigor. To be recognized for their talents is like every human instinct.

It's different.

“I want you to receive a fair amount without a lie. ”

Seeing him speaking without any stuffing, I knew this was the true face of the wretch.

The man in front of me was not a wretched prince, but a painter by the name of Emor, born to the royal family named Edik Serkado Gabsch.

“Trust me. ”

I nodded my head in the hands of a writer who rocked the continent one day.

* * *

I don't think I've had the time of four days. I made use of the time I had left to go outside and find Jabrian.

The founder of a stateless trade organization that later became the owner of the White Flag did not look much different from when we first met.

“Yabrian?”

“Chris?"

Jabrian is seriously frowning at the inn food to make sure it doesn't fit.

“Long time no see.”

She greets you briefly.

“Is there a problem? ”

“This food, silver coins, is not. ”

You're complaining because it's expensive. At that, the innkeeper flicked a silver coin in his hand and threw it away.

The owner graciously received it.

“Why?"

"Just."

Instead, I shrugged my shoulders and opened my mouth to start talking.

Jabrian was not the style to talk about introductions by dragging them along. I'm not familiar with the language of this continent yet.

I began to explain as simply and clearly as possible.

Originally, I was going to continue to get help from her the next day, leaving only kites.

But she was not so indulgent that I met her. Do you really think this child will become the owner of the White Flag? ’I wonder.

So I decided to keep her by my side. I will see her by my side, take care of her, see how she grows, and use her as my person.

“…… so you don't want to come with me? ”

I am a man of land and offered to provide her with food and a place to sleep.

Then Jabrian looks at me and asks again.

“Do you need me? It's not fair. You're weird. ”

In the meantime, I still used more words. I guess learning is fast.

Saying it's not fair is probably because she is a "transactional wandering nation" belonging to a minority even in the south. In particular, I know that the people also inherited a very unusual castle.

It wasn't hard to lure her because I knew that.

“Sell what you want and make the most of it. That's the deal. ”

They believe that buying, selling, and exchanging goods will end their sins. They believe that indigenous belief can lead to the right afterlife by achieving good deals brilliantly.

I mean, this was a fair trade because I was so high up on her abilities.

It was to take care of her and give her a warm bed and keep her under the control of the target of the future.

A tremendous amount of business left.

“I don't lie. I don't cheat. ”

She said, you've already learned the word fraud. In the beginning, this tribe was the most important thing in making a fair trade.

‘Since the covenant is more important than a hundred gold coins, the transaction of the white flag is always fair and fair. ’

Yabrian will leave behind. Well, I already know that.

I opened my mouth, smiling at her.

“I'm not asking you to. ”

Fair trade is enough. There were too many arms.