[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11: An Angel of Goddess Myrthia

Ray chuckled lightly, finding the crumpling face of the black-haired male funny.

"What's in it for me, little one? I am not a fan of charity, you see."

Xion's priority was to leave, and his profession was the only thing he could bet upon. He didn't miss a beat while answering this time, "I'm a healer. A good one. Just take me out of here, and I can handle the rest. If you help me, I'll help you."

The words came out far more smoothly than he had anticipated, almost as if his subconscious mind was handling it for him. But, then again, that was one of the few things Xion knew he could trust.

Ray did not reply. His blue eyes shone with a glint as though he was appraising more than just the healer's face.

Bitting back his shame, Xion blinked his big, innocent eyes and tried to look as pitiful as possible. He was shamelessly trying to copy the actions of those anime girls.

"Please..." Xion whispered, pushing his limits with what he hoped was an unbearably pitiful look. "Just get me out of here. I promise I won't cause any more trouble..."

He was well aware of the charm his new body possessed. So, why should he not use this effect to his advantage?

The way Ray was looking at him with narrow eyes, albeit a bit, the special effect seemed to be working.

What Xion did not know was the real effect of his face that had forced Ray to recall an ancient legend.

He wanted to observe the doll-like boy more just to be sure of his guess, and when the boy said he was a healer, his doubts were already half-cleared.

Knight's sharp gaze lingered on his fluffy, curled hair. Black as midnight, an unusual color in the entire world, one that Ray had only ever heard in the old legends. A mythical tale his mother used to tell him when he was a toddler.

An angel was sent by the goddess Myrthia to fight the devil and protect all the creatures from the darkness. The angel absorbed all the dark magic until his pure hair turned black.

The angel did his best to fulfill his role as a protector. That was until the greedy humans got their hands on him. They demanded riches and power. With that, they plundered the lands.

When the angel realized that he had been betrayed by the very people he'd come to protect, he fell into anguish.

In a rage, he took away the blessings of the goddess Myrthia and cursed the land.

As a result, magicians lost their magic. The dungeons appeared filled with monsters and dark mana.

The goddess took pity on the innocent souls suffering in pain and left the mana crystals as their last resort. That was how people started using those shiny crystals to do magic.

"When a devil lifts his head,

filled with bloodlust and greed,

A black-haired angel shall descend,

burying sinners for their deed."

It was an ancient song the children of Eldoria Lunareth had grown up singing.

Even if the boy was nothing as strong as the legends stated, it was better to have him under his own wing than to let those nobles use the boy for their greed and... pleasure.