[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke-Chapter 183: Little Ray’s Dark Past

Fueled by indignation, Ray lunged forward again. "I’ll do more than just touch you! How can someone so weak push me away?!"

Sure, Darius was silent most of the time. However, that didn’t mean he would let some random kid touch him.

And this chubby kid even called him a brat! At first, Darius was going to ignore it, but this time...

The two kids dressed in proper noble attire were now crumpled into a ball as they held onto each other.

The silent hall erupted into disarray.

Darius struggled with all his might, his tiny hands shoving against Ray’s face. Ray, stubborn as ever, tried to wrestle him into submission.

It was at this moment that Earl Eldritch walked back in.

He stood there blankly staring at the sight in front. He had only left for a few minutes and even ran back here.

Could someone tell him how things had resulted in ... this?

His son was sitting on the ground ... Ah, no. His brat was actually sitting on Lord Darius!

Lord Darius’s face was red with rage. He was attempting to claw his way to freedom.

Nonetheless, Ray’s weight was really too much for three-year-old little lord to handle.

Taking this chance, Ray wrapped his arms around the young heir of the archduchy, trying to force a kiss onto the furious child’s cheek.

Sir Eldritch, "...!!!!!"

Earl’s heart nearly stopped then and there. His hands trembled, and cold beads of sweat dripped down his face.

He was in such a shock that he even forgot to breathe, let alone move.

Looking at their almost dizzy lord, the attendants rushed in. With much effort, they finally succeeded in pulling the two children apart.

"Are you crazy?" Darius hastily took a few steps back. He was obviously afraid to be entangled with this brainless monkey.

Ray snorted. Despite being beaten, and having one swollen eye, he was still as arrogant as ever.

"Your fault for not letting me kiss you-"

Barely had his words fallen when they changed from speaking into painful groaning.

Ray yelped as his father smacked the back of his head so hard he saw stars.

While grabbing his brat from his neck and forcing him to bow along with him, he apologized profusely to the young lord.

Meanwhile, Ray was holding his head in a daze.

Young lord? Who? This thin kid who might fly away with the gust of wind?

That was how they first met. It was obvious that neither of them had any affection for the other.

Ray despised his future lord for being so scrawny, and Darius was simply disgusted with his future knight.

Then, as a punishment, Ray was thrown into the training camp by his father. Even his mother and sister’s begging did not help this time.

After spending six months in the training barracks, Ray was sent back to the archduchy once more.

Ray had changed a bit. His fleshy cheeks had surely lost some baby fat.

Darius had also changed in the past six months. His silver-white hair had grown longer enough to brush his shoulders.

This time, when Ray met Darius, he did not even recognize him.

As he stared at the long-haired beauty basking in the sun, sitting so peacefully in the garden, Ray’s heart skipped a beat.

What happened after that was another fight that alarmed even the archduke.

Ray came back with two swollen eyes and broken teeth, while Darius had a big bump on his head.

Despite those disastrous encounters, Ray still obeyed his father to stay by Darius’ side.

Little Darius was no better off. At least Ray had the privilege of throwing a tantrum. Darius, on the other hand, could only obey in silence.

As the two kids stayed together, their relationship slowly changed.

Ray was fascinated by the boy who looked so fragile yet carried such strength in his spirit.

Darius on the other hand was seduced by his supposed knight to sneak out in the middle of the night.

They wandered the streets, listening to the night wind, and eating from the small shops. Well, only Ray ate while Darius ended up paying the bills.

They sure ended up getting in trouble after that. Ray was fine being scolded. It was not like this was the first time.

He even excitedly came back the next morning with a new plan, only to see the bloody whip marks covering his lord’s thin back.

From that day onward, Ray became less mischievous and spent more time in training than fooling around with his friends.

Though they still fought on various matters, it was also Ray who sat by Darius’ bedside when he was sick, who trained harder so that one day, he could be the knight worthy of standing beside him.

Ray wanted to protect his lord just the way he had done so many times. Even if he never said it, Ray was not blind to the favor shown to him.

It was Darius Rael Darkhelm who saved him when he nearly got himself killed for offending some noble form the capital. frёewebnoѵēl.com

It was also his little lord who secretly supplied money for his army when they were struggling at the border.

If it were not for him, the Eldritch family might have been implicated by the royals. They would have been treated as traitors and killed.

Ray had seen it all.

He had watched Darius transform from a weak, bullied child into the monster that now ruled as the Devil Archduke.

And now, as he walked beside Xion, that childhood vow of loyalty burned stronger than ever.

No matter what, he would not let him fall. Because he owed his grace his life.

"So, your first love was actually his grace?" Xion looked at Ray incredulously. "You dare to kiss him at the first meeting? Asked his hand in marriage at the second?"

Forget Xion even Noxian who had been silently listening until now was looking at him with disbelief. "Do you have a death wish?"

Ray suddenly had an urge to smack himself hard. What was he doing telling his dark history as if it were a bedtime story?

Sure enough, when people get emotional, they lose their senses.

He stared at Xion and Noxian’s wide eyes, and his entire face turned red.

He was glad that it was dark, and he had thrown the torch away. If not, he might have lost his manly pride by now.

Ray coughed, "Anyway, that’s why I am willing to do anything for his grace."

Now, how could Xion let Ray just change the subject like that?

"When you proposed, did his grace directly punch you, or was he stunned by your words?"

Ray’s embarrassment burned the rest of his senses.

Rage, helplessness, guilt, all the emotions he had been suppressing until now exploded and resulted in his temper flaring up.

He sneered, "As if you did any better than me." Ray was staring at Xion. "You took him as a child, and do I need to remind you that you even cradled him all night?"

Speechless Xion, "... No comrade, we survived such a disaster together. Do you have to point such sharp blades at my fragile self?"

Ray rolled his eyes, and this time, Xion tacitly did not continue this self-harming strategy of gossip.

But little Noxian’s brain was in a different dimension. He sighed in admiration, "Brother Xion, you are so awesome. No one in their sane mind would dare to do what you did."

Thank you very much for calling me insane. Ashamed Xion ruffled the purple hair into a pig’s nest.

This time it was Ray’s turn to be speechless. When he did something, he had a death wish, and when Xion did something so outrageous, it was awesome?

What a double standard brat!

However, Ray did not get the chance to retort.

They were already back at the camp, and Xion had broken into a run.

Ray and Noxian stood there staring at his thin back getting farther into the center of the tents.

"Will you protect brother?" There was no childish smile on Noxian’s face. The boy did not even bother to keep up the pretense anymore.

Ray snorted, "I will. Words of the knight cannot be taken back even at the price of their life."

Noxian stared into the distance, more accurately at the archduke’s tent where his brother had disappeared.

A wicked glint shone in his purple eyes that nearly looked black now. A smirk crept on his lips.

"Good enough," he muttered before walking into the crowd, leaving behind a frowning knight.