Become Tyrant On My Own Way
Chapter 63 – STORY TEN THOUSAND YEARS AGO
As soon as I realized, I was stranded into a memory. For a moment, I thought that this was a memory from Milanda. However, as soon as I looked in the mirror, it was the face of a boy who was about 13 or 14 years old that was reflected by the mirror.
“Hei, Rizard. What are you doing there? Come quickly! Don't tell me that your lazy illness is relapsing again huh? If you are lazy practice continues, until anytime you will never be able to achieve the achievements of Mr. Hero Aries.”
There I realized, apparently I had entered into the memory of the memory of the first hero, the Hero of the Rizard. Or at least that is what everyone believes in this day and age. In truth, Rizard was just a little boy who was taken care of by the first real hero party. Then chances are, the person referred to as Aries is the first real hero who should be upheld.
So how can history be bent that the first hero is the Rizard? For what purpose was it changed?
The curious me took a deeper look into the memory of Rizard.
The situation ten thousand years ago apparently is not much different from the current situation. Even if I may judge it based on my perspective, civilization in this era is much more advanced because mana energy is still abundant in this place.
I also followed a young man who looked to be the same age as my real body. I watched the young man interact with his surroundings, and then that's where I knew that this young man who was ten thousand years from now in my era known as Arxena, the fallen knight.
I practiced the sword earnestly under the direction of Brother Arxena. Although this was only in memory, I took advantage of this opportunity carefully to train my sword skills. When else would I have had the chance to be trained by the swordsman who was one of the greatest of the ancients. After all, the original Arxena skill with Arxena in the memory of that memory should be almost the same.
After practicing the sword, we also rested.
“Hei, Ara, Milanda, please prepare a good meal for me!”
“Duh, you are yes, Arxena. I told you to wash your hands before eating. Do you want to get sick from a bacterial infection? Look yes, the wounds on the body can be healed with the art of purification, but not for bacterial infections. The bacteria will still nest then meggerogoti your body.”
Hearing the explanation of the woman named Kak Ara, Kak Arxena seemed to be disgusted then he complied with his wishes by immediately washing his hands.
“Duh you must say first yes just did it. Look at our little one, do it without even being told.”
Brother Ara continued saying while pointing at me. But because of this, Arxena began to look at me with annoyed eyes.
At once I realized that this ancient civilization was not only advanced in terms of architecture, but in terms of their knowledge of medicine.
This is really inferior compared to the present times where holy temples have always doctrinated people just to believe in their art of purification and instill in their memory that medicine is all medical products it's poison.
I can't deny that it's wrong since the principle of action of the drug is so, delivering a certain dose of poison to the body in doses that are less than the lethal dose to humans, he said, but it is enough to kill the bacteria lodged in the body. Therefore, excessive use of drugs usually tends to turn into toxins in the body.
But it is clear that the administration of drugs in the body sometimes has its advantages from curing diseases through the art of purification. As said by Kak Ara just now that his true healing skill only increases the regeneration ability of cells in the body, but it does not kill bacteria, which is where most diseases are caused by invisible creatures that can only be seen through a microscope.
Later I found out that Venia was infuriated inside the sacred temple as well because she was adept at medical treatment. The same is true for Mr. Erick and Ms. Anna whose research funding was reduced because they conducted research on medicine that was so hated by the sacred temple.
In fact, when the Rimuru Kingdom fell, the, no kingdom dares to move because it is also a holy temple since the Kingdom of Rimuru is a kingdom that openly glorifies medical drugs beyond the art of purifying the sacred temple.
We had lunch quietly, and I and Arxena were about to leave immediately to continue my training under the direction of Kak Arxena. But before I and Arxena left, Milanda asked about the whereabouts of the Aries hero and his tanker partner, the last hero party member I had not met, to Kak Arxena.
Arxena replied that they were currently holding an audience with the king about the danger of the approaching west.
Just thinking about it, made my heart feel hot because the me from the future really knew that that was the crucial point that brought the history of the continent in the current direction. However, there was nothing I could do in this place since this moment I was only in the memory of memory. Nothing changes in the real world if I change the future here.
I also only continued my training with Kak Arxena, taking advantage of this precious golden time to obtain sword knowledge from the members of the first hero party.
But what is this? I can't believe that Arxena's personality is really narrow. The incident in which Brother Ara praised me by dropping him, seems to still be imprinted on the memory of Brother Arxena so that instead of training me, Brother Arxena mostly tortured me with meaningless blows.
Well, let's just think of it as a mental endurance exercise for me to grow strong.
Why do I say mental training instead of physical training when it is physical that is clearly hurting? Maybe you forgot that I was actually Helios de Meglovia and my body was fine outside. What Kak Arxena is currently tormenting is just the body of a little boy named Rizard in her memory.
In the evening, I visited the residence of Brother Ara. I took advantage of the leisure time that existed at that time since Kak Aries who was the leader of their party had not also returned from the palace to try to reap as much medical knowledge as Kak Ara.
Come to think of it, Leon got sick with diarrhea after eating just about any material in the forest during his expedition in the south of the kingdom. As I recall, it happened around her twelfth age since I was thirteen.
Leon was very confident in the magic recovery ability of the sacred temple. He was so sure that there was no one ill that they could not treat. As a result, Leon had raged because the pain was not always treatable even though all the greatest members of the sacred temple housed in the palace had been revealed. It was only natural because the power of recovery magic was not omnipotent that could neutralize the poison in the stomach.
Since then, Leon has become traumatized and never again wants to eat carelessly unless the food is really well cooked.
When I remember the past, I laugh. Perhaps, if my medicinal skill could be increased to a higher realm again, if one day Leon, or my other brother, Sister Tius or Ilene fell ill, were to fall ill, while no one can treat them, I can show them my skills to treat them.
Well, of course I never expected that it would actually happen since I rather expected that the three of them would always be in a fine state.
“Dik Rizard, why are you suddenly interested in the science of medicine? Usually you are only interested in swords?”
I too fell out of my daydream. I was immediately confused as to what I should answer to Sister Ara's question that was in the memory of that memory.