Chapter: 15

[Injecting anesthesia.]

“Gg....r....”

And Yeowun fell asleep.

After completing his morning training, Jang prepared breakfast. He was not a good cook, but five years ago, after Lady Hwa’s death, he had to start cooking for the young prince and now he was very skilled at it.

Most of the time he prepared a simple breakfast, but today he prepared red pig meat that he got yesterday with an egg. It was to congratulate Yeowun’s admission to the academy.

It was maybe the last time he could enjoy a meal without worry, so Jang paid extra attention to prepare it.

‘I hope he survives to enjoy my cooking again...’

That’s when Jang heard some screaming.

“Nnnnnngghhhhhaaaaaa...”

Yeowun’s room was close to the kitchen, so Jang was able to hear it easily. He grabbed the sword and ran toward Yeowun’s room. As he burst into the room, Yeowun was sprawled out with only his upper body on the bed and bubbles foaming from his mouth. He was unconscious.

“Prince!”

He quickly ran over and checked the Prince’s pulse. It didn’t seem weird as it was just like when he found him on the mountain two years ago.

‘He’s fine. What was he... huh?’

Jang then saw the faint trace of footsteps on the floor of the room. He placed Yeowun on top of the bed and checked the footprints carefully.

‘Is it...?’

He wasn’t sure, so he placed his foot over the footprint and moved along with it. He was shocked. The footsteps represented the traces of his own dagger skills. A mere footstep would not leave a trace like this on a wooden floor, but martial arts movements sometimes left deep traces after pushing the feet down with hard stomps.

‘What? Did he learn it on his own?’

It was unbelievable. Jang had trained for twenty years to achieve his skill, but this prince had taken the perfect steps. It would require at least years of basic training to accomplish this.

‘He watched my training for two years at most...’

This made Jang dumbfounded.

‘He watched my training for just two years and caught up to my twenty years of experience...?’

It was unbelievable, but also it made his eyes turn red with tears. To him, Yeowun was always a person in need of protection and the son of the woman he thought of dearly. Realizing Yeowun’s talent made him feel grateful. He then placed his hand on Yeowun’s wrist and checked his internal energy.

‘No energy... he just knows the movements.’

Maybe it was for the better. If it was revealed that he had learned to how use internal energy, it was going to enrage the six clans. Jang looked at Yeowun for a while and then walked out. Two hours then passed by.

[Muscle transfer complete. Deactivating anesthesia.]

With a jolt in his head, Yeowun woke up from his sleep.

“Ugh!”

Yeowun got up, panting. He remembered the extreme pain right before he was put to sleep. He did not want to feel that kind of pain anymore.

“Ha... I will never try it again.’

[I warned you, Master.]