The prince reached out and touched Fernand's face, which exudes a slightly tired color. The reason my eyelids moved suddenly was probably because I was surprised. A big hand wrapped my hands.
"Prince...is it painful?"
"No, it's okay"
"Is that so..."
Fernand for some reason made an ironic smile on the edge of his mouth, and then slowly released his hand.
"Now, it's time for medicine."
When I drank the given medicine, a bitter taste remained in my mouth. The unusual numbness in his tongue made him immediately aware that he had sleeping pills.
"I'm sleeping...?"
"Yes"
Why do you have such painful expression on your face ? The prince forced open his eyelids, which became heavy and stared back at fernand's blue eyes, which somehow felt cold.
After confirming that the prince slept, Fernand went to the doctor who was waiting outside the door. After that, it was just like the meeting.
The prince was taken to the operating room, which was set up in the back of the medical office. Already ready, the second prince's surgeon and his assistant were waiting.
"Get started"
At Fernand's short order, the doctor next to him glanced up at his face. The two moved to the waiting room and spoke to Milly's sake. Milly had a hard look and didn't speak anything.
The two kept drinking for a while, but when they stopped, the doctor slowly cut out.
"It's strange."
Fernand raised his face to the words of the doctor.
"Your Highness Cares About One Human So Far"
"I just want to know what secret the boy has."
The old doctor then nodded his head.
"Because I'm new to it, it's natural to think of it... His Highness favours the boy. That's why he cares."
"...Hmm, you say something interesting."
Fernand leaned back in his chair and reassembled his legs.
"Even if it's kind, I don't care or hear anything. Why can you have a favour with someone you don't trust?"
"I don't remember you not listening, you're not credited, but what do you think of it as such is proof of your favor?"
"that is..."
When Fernand spoke, the door to the operating room suddenly opened.
"Excuse me, both of you... a little consultation."
"What happened"
"That is... please come and see it, you can see through the glass."
Fernand and the doctor guided by the surgeon to the back of the medical room and in front of the operating room. Behind the door, you can see the inside through the glass, and you can see a person lying down in the back. As the three came in front of the glass, an assistant waiting in the room looked up.
"Please look at that..."
"What is that?"
"Is that...wing?"
From the prince's back, a small object like a dead branch protrudes, which is covered with white hair.
"It is very rare to see the blood of the people of the eastern part of the country..."
The surgeon nodded.
"I thought that these people were annihilated three hundred years ago... I'm surprised they survived in this way. The wings were deliberately hand-crafted when they were infants. It has been excised, but the root remains, so it should be functional enough."
"What is the function? Is it possible to fly?"
Fernand asked the two doctors, staring at the boy's back.
"No way. You can just move it."
"You can't fly, but your wings?"
"That was the tragedy of this people..."
Fernand turned to the surgeon's heavy tone.