[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke-Chapter 162: Darius, "I will kill you, Xion."

When Xion raised his head, his eyes caught the strange scene.

The view made his breath falter. He even forgot about the throbbing ache in his skull.

With wide eyes, he slowly reached out. His finger shook slightly as he touched the now three different manas twisting and tangling with each other in the air.

Until... there was no more.

"Damn it! How did I miss this!"

There was no more violent energy on the verge of blasting anything it could reach.

The mana was still murky, but it was lighter now, like black coffee with a swirl of milk.

And that "milk" in the coffee was his own mana, mingling with the green one.

It was like chemotherapy followed by a bone marrow transplant.

Xion waved his fingers, letting more of his mana drill into the mass of energies.

He watched how the entire palm-sized ball became lighter in color. Albeit slow in the process, the result was in front of him.

Xion realized why he had always felt that everything was in front of his eyes.

He had been too blinded.

Muddled by the mystery of the Moonshade Affliction, by Minato-sensei’s sudden appearance, by the way magic distorted logic... it had all led him to overlook the simplest truth.

He had subconsciously stopped treating it as a normal disease. But in the end, that’s exactly what it was.

And if it was a disease ... who better to treat it than a doctor?

He, Xion, was a doctor.

Yet, somewhere along the way, he had let the existence of mana cloud his judgment.

"How stupid of me!" Xion smacked his head in frustration.

A sharp sting shot through his skull, and his eyes teared up on reflex.

He had hit the exact same swollen spot. Again.

Xion let out a pitiful groan but still grinned through the pain.

Yes, he was frustrated with himself. His negligence had only prolonged Darius’ suffering.

But despite that... A beautiful smile bloomed on his face.

He had finally found it!

His watery eyes shimmered with unshed tears as a giddy giggle escaped his lips. He felt even happier than the time he managed to escape from the Marquis’ mansion!

Ah, that place ... Xion quickly composed himself, reining in his grin before he practically skipped back toward the room.

Never in his life had he thought he would be this glad to return to this room.

Xion was amused by the twisted fate.

Then, the sound of frantic footsteps echoing outside the closed doors made his heart skip a beat.

He glanced at the time, only to realize that he had been in the lab for more than ten hours!

It was always like this. When he got his hands on something he was interested in, no matter if it was a book or a new medical theory, he would lose himself in it completely.

And now that more than an hour had passed in the real world, Xion knew it even without checking anything.

He had absolutely, completely, and utterly messed up.

Ray was not in the room, which was unusual. That was unless the one he was supposed to protect was also missing

With all the strict protection Darius had been surrounding him with, Xion was sure that by now the archduke must be alerted of his possible "disappearance".

Xion sighed. "And here I thought I would give you some good news."

Without wasting another second, he walked toward the door. The moment he cracked it open, the darkness enveloped him.

BAM.

He walked straight into a solid, unmoving wall.

Another pained groan soon echoed in the hallway.

Xion rubbed his forehead for the third time that day. He squinted up at the person to scold for standing in the doorway only to grin.

"You’re here."

The sight of Darius’ stone-cold face brought an odd sense of déjà vu.

Xion, already flying on the cliff of happiness let out a soft chuckle.

He poked Archduke’s cheek with his finger. "It’s like we’re repeating history, aren’t we, Your Grace?"

This was also how Xion met Darius Rael Darkhelm for the first time. At that moment, Xion was terrified of both Ray and Darius.

However, now that was not the case. Xion blinked his big eyes at the archduke and waited for him to respond

Nonetheless, the taller man did not speak. He just stared at the smiling figure. Meanwhile the glint in his otherwise dull green eyes was raging silently.

Darius was furious.

No, furious wasn’t enough to describe it. The past hour had been hell.

It did not take more than ten minutes for His Grace to convince the Marquis so he would willingly sign the papers for Xion’s freedom.

After all, Darius had the renowned Alchemist by his side, and growing a pair of hands was not a big deal for Allen.

How could Roberto Vaelis let this opportunity slip by? Soren was his favorite heir. If throwing that whore’s child to please the devil archduke could bring Soren back to his best state, it was all worth it.

Roberto had brought Xion back to use after all. As for who got him in the end, it did not matter to him.

Thus, the official documents were signed and stamped right then and there.

Allen used his alchemy to fulfil His Grace’s wishes, all the while, he did not forget to punish the sinner in his own way.

His grace had instructed him to make it so that Soren would be in regular pain after gaining new hands.

However, his grace never said anything about the level of ache. So, Allen took the liberty to ’slightly’ adjust it.

Allen, like a proud student, followed behind His Grace who was staring at the inked parchment with a deep look.

"Let’s return to the north."

"Yes, your grace."

Both the archduke and his loyal subject were excited to go back to their home.

One was looking forward to teasing his silly kitten in the confines of ice, while the other was making his own schedule so he could read the new books he had gained from his dear teacher.

Just then, they saw panicked Ray rushing to them. The knight was breathing heavily due to all the running he had done.

"Gone..." Ray gulped hard before saying, "Xion... He is nowhere." ƒrēenovelkiss.com

The words left the knight’s mouth, and like an arrow, they pierced something in Archduke’s chest.

From that moment on, Darius’ world teetered on the edge of chaos.

Xion was gone.

He ordered Marquis to find and bring his advisor back while he personally started searching for Xion.

His mind raced through every possibility he could think of. Was it kidnapping, betrayal, or an enemy ambush? Each thought was worse than the last.

You are bound to be alone. Who would want to stay with you?

Ethen had said so after tearing his facade.

Since then, there had been no one Darius had allowed to step closer to him.

Xion was the only exception, and now that exception had vanished, leaving behind a strange throb in his core.

Allen and Ray were searching in the other places. So, Darius decided to see the site where Xion was last seen.

Perhaps there was some note left for him?

Maybe it was Nikolai who had done this, and knowing the prince’s nature, he was sure to leave some deliberate mark behind.

Even if it was done by his enemies, they would still make it so that he would be aware of the reason behind their actions.

I will make sure to save you, Xion. Just wait for me.

Darius was silently thinking of the ways to torture his enemies when this happened.

This ridiculous moment where Xion, the cause of all his panic, had just giggled after slamming into him.

For a second, Darius didn’t speak. He just couldn’t so he simply grabbed Xion and pulled him in his arms.

The same warmth. The same scent. The rise and fall of shallow breaths against his chest.

Real.

It was not an illusion. Nor was it a cruel trick of his crazy mind.

Darius was suppressing his killing intent, trying to fill his lungs with the familiar scent that solely belonged to Xion.

Only after making absolutely sure that Xion was solid, breathing, and in his arms did Darius finally speak.

"Xion."

The hug was so tight that Xion, already baffled by the sudden embrace, stiffened in shock.

However, he did not move even an inch, letting the archduke hold him, letting those silver strands rub against him, and making his skin itchy.

He could feel the way Darius’ arms tightened around him. His grace was not in a normal state.

That much Xion could guess, and he could also feel the anxiety radiating off of Darius.

Well, he would be afraid too if the only person who could save his life disappeared just like that.

Then Xion heard it.

The voice was so dangerously low, it made him aware of the fact that it was not just Darius who was scared, he was too! More than the archduke at that!

Xion swallowed. His guilt only grew as he heard the archduke’s erratic heartbeat pounding against his ear.

"Y-Yes?" Xion stuttered, his fingers clenched into fists by his sides.

Darius audibly exhaled before pressing his lips into the crook of Xion’s neck.

"If you leave me..."

A voice so cold that even in the midst of fuming summer, Xion shivered.

"...I will hunt you down and kill you with my own hands."

Xion froze while another shudder ran through him.

The certain silly healer who had been smiling ear to ear, now had a pale face.

Because he didn’t doubt for a second that Darius would not follow his words.