[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112: "Why Are You Afraid Of Me, Xion?"

Author’s note- Okay, So, after staying in the hospital for an IV I am back. My stomach was in so much pain that I could not even stand properly.

Apparently, it was due to not eating on time or something. If you sweet angels are ignoring your food, and not eating, please do so!

That kind of pain is not easy to bear! Not to mention the high bills of the hospital. Its hella expensive!

As for the earlier excessively long Chapter... I promise I’ll try to write at least two extra Chapters to avoid this type of situation again. Happy reading, my sweet little angels~

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The room was very quiet, save for the faint crackling of a fireplace in the corner. The soft glow of mana lamps cast long shadows against the walls, illuminating the grand space.

After last night’s brutal commotion, rumors had begun to spread like wildfire.

Some whispered that the attack was a personal grudge against the Archduke’s advisor. Others speculated that it was the work of Darius’ enemies.

But no matter how the stories twisted, they all reached the same chilling conclusion. His Grace had personally tortured the attacker in a most inhumane way.

As for the method of torture, there were many accounts, each more horrifying than the last. Some were so gruesome that even the royal heir hesitated to act upon his own plans.

But that was a matter for later.

At the moment, Darius was in one of the properties under royal heritage. He had little interest in how Nikolai had managed to act so swiftly, nor did he particularly care.

Soon after the explosions, Nikolai’s small team was there, requesting Darius to stay in a "safe place".

Thus, they were inside one of Nikolai’s hidden estates, far from the prying eyes of the capital, and more importantly, beyond the reach of the heir yo the throne.

Safe?

Perhaps it was for others.

For Darius, the concept itself was entirely meaningless. As long as he was present, was there ever a reason to worry?

He could kill more than just one Klein, and that too, without exerting much of his power.

Yet, despite his indifference to threats, there was one thing that occupied his thoughts.

It was already noon, yet Xion had not woken up.

Outside the room, a well-known healer stood stiffly, repeating the same words he had already spoken countless times. Though his legs trembled beneath his long white robe, his tone remained careful and measured.

Who would dare show impatience when addressing the Archduke himself? He certainly could not!

"We have treated his injuries. His body is weak from blood loss, but with proper meals and rest, he will recover. He should avoid exerting himself and not walk for now."

Darius hummed lightly in acknowledgment. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the healer and stepped inside the room.

The moment he crossed the threshold, he halted mid-step.

Nothing had changed. The room was the same, the cooling air from mana crystals still lingering in the atmosphere was the same.

Still, something was different.

The person who had been sleeping, unmoving for so many hours, was now wide awake.

Xion sat in bed. His back was cushioned against the fluffy pillows, and a thin blanket was draped over his legs. His gaze was distant as he fiddled with his fingers.

The moment he heard the noise, he subconsciously looked up only for his hands to clench.

He felt nervous.

And as Darius’ gaze met Xion’s, he saw it clouding those deep blue eyes.

Fear. How irritating.

The Archduke made his way inside and directly sat on the bed. Not speaking. Not moving. Just watching Xion as if confirming something.

But to Xion, this same silence felt heavier than any spoken words.

He forced himself to remain still. However, he could not bear to directly look at Darius. Just as the archduke took his seat, Xion had dropped his gaze down to his lap.

If it was not for the fact that his back was already pressing against the headboard, he would have moved back even more.

"How are you?"

"F-fine." Even after trying not to, Xion still ended up flinching slightly.

"Is there any pain?"

Xion shook his head, his little throat knot rolled in his neck.

Xion tried to answer in a calm voice as Darius asked about his health. However, his voice was too cautious.

There was no teasing, no defiance, not even the smallest trace of the usual laughing Xion.

Was this not what I wanted to see? Darius mused as he observed how the tiny little thing who dared to cradle him while calling him baby did not even look at him.

But... Why is Xion so terrified?

Why? You are asking me why?!

Xion clutched the blanket tighter. He really wanted to speak, to ask Darius ’Who wouldn’t be afraid?’