[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke-Chapter 171: Xion And His Grace Are Marrying Soon?

When Xion found his way to Noxian’s camp, the little boy was busy packing his things. In fact, everyone was.

It was around ten, and even in the dark night, the bustling retinue showed no sign of slowing.

So, Xion did not disturb Noxian.

He simply stood there, quietly watching the boy bounce around as he gathered his belongings while speaking with the people around him.

Eventually, Xion decided to just relax under a nearby tree. As he rested his head against its slanted trunk, his gaze drifted upward.

The stars were shining brightly in the night sky. The air was nice. The atmosphere was bustling with various voices.

All in all, things were lively enough.

Yet, the uneasiness crowding his chest felt heavier than before.

It wasn’t new to him. There were times when Xion felt like nothing more than a walking corpse.

He would move solely on nerve memory, working mechanically, and sometimes he would even take a day or two off.

Then, he would return to feeling alive.

After all, he was a doctor. He could not afford even the slightest mistake while treating his patients.

At the time, he assumed it was just tiredness. But deep down he knew he was more than just tired.

He was exhausted by his family’s constant slanders, and there was even a time when he thought it was better to just die and be done with it.

Then, he started noticing how hard it was for his patients. Some were in such a bad condition, yet they smiled so brightly.

So, how could he, a perfectly healthy man, lose hope just because of a few slanderous remarks?

That actually gave him a boost.

And when he would hear his patients say ’thank you’ to him, it was like a heavy dose of serotonin, making him happy from the bottom of his heart.

He was doing something, right?

Then, just like that, he died. There was no fanfare, nor was there any meaning to his life and death.

If not for that dream with goddess Myrthia, he might still be thinking about the ways to return to earth and do something meaningful.

[But host, we can do it much better here. You can even become a Saint if you want to. I’ll help you with the special effects. We have recently updated Golden Halo. Do you want to try it?]

Xion’s melancholy mood was disrupted by the sudden chattering system. His lips twitched slightly when he heard about Halo.

He had heard about the protagonist’s halo which would help them avoid trouble most of the time, but what the heck was the golden halo?

As if understanding Xion’s doubts, the childish voice chirped again.

[It’s the type of halo that will shine golden light all over your body. It will make you look otherworldly. People are visual creatures, and they will definitely believe if you pretend to be a saint.]

Xion, "..."

[You can even rule the churches! I am smart for coming up with this idea, right?]

Xion suspected his little system, which was still developing like a four or five-year-old child, was being led astray. If not, how could he come up with the schemes to con others?

’That’s lying. We don’t do that.’

Xion directly rejected the ’very good idea’ of the system.

But who was influencing his system? It was definitely not him.

Just as he was thinking, Ray came up from behind and slumped beside Xion.

The sudden actions of the knight nearly startled Xion. The healer was just a wee bit away from screaming like a banshee.

Patting his chest, he glared at Ray, "At least make some noise, will you? You nearly scared me to death."

Ray simply laughed it off, "How dare I scare you to death? I don’t have a death wish to face His Grace’s anger." Again...

Nonetheless, Ray did not mention his last punishment to Xion. It was his fault for making a decision on the archduke’s behalf and causing trouble for this rabbit.

As he was about to joke around, he noticed that Xion’s face was not right. How to put it in words?

It was like ... he wasn’t shining the way he normally did?

The knight who was used to swinging swords more than writing brushes, really could not think of a proper way to describe it.

He was not wrong.

Xion’s finally calm mood had taken a dip down the negative side when Ray mentioned Darius.

"What? Not happy?"

Xion shook his head. It was not whether he was happy or not.

"Nothing. Just thought that it is better to treat his grace as soon as possible." As he muttered, he took a sip from his water bottle.

His words made Ray’s eyes brighten, and now they were sparkling even more dazzlingly than the stars.

"You got a solution?" Unlike the taciturn Allen who was mostly silent, and Nazia who would hide her real emotions behind the mask of her perfect smile, Ray was really straightforward.

And so were his words. Just like his next sentence which made Xion almost choke.

Ray’s eyes lit up at the mention of His Grace. He leaned closer with a huge grin.

"So, will I be seeing you and His Grace getting married soon?"

Luckily Xion had already swallowed the water, and then he dared not take another sip. He silently corked the bottle back before staring at Ray with narrowed eyes.

His displeasure could not be more obvious. free𝑤ebnovel.com

"What?" Ray tilted his head to the side, mimicking Xion’s habit, "You guys are husbands, after all. There should be a real wedding. No?"

The way the knight emphasized the word ’husband’, made Xion feel more annoyed than he should.

With that smirk plastered on his face, it was obvious that Ray was just joking.

But ...

"Speak like that, and I won’t treat your injuries." Xion was staring at the fresh burn marks on Ray’s fingers.

Ray laughed, "I am just joking-"

"No." Xion cut Ray mid-sentence. "Give me your hand."

It was a blatant act of changing the subject.

Ray sure was straightforward, but he was not an idiot. He could see that Xion was acting strangely.

Though what exactly had changed, he couldn’t tell.

Nevertheless, he obeyed.

Ray watched how Xion pursed his lips while he carefully treated the burns, the ones he had earned while playing with explosives earlier.

Were they not perfectly fine in the evening? Allen even told him that this rabbit was sleeping on His Grace’s lap.

How had things changed so much in just a few hours?