[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 123

Chapter 123: The Scene Of Social Death

Xion thought being carried through the grand hallways was humiliating enough. So, in the end, he gave up resisting altogether.

But what happened next made him realize he should have just stayed inside his room!

As Darius continued walking, taking him to some unknown destination, Xion decided to focus on something more important.

He placed his finger on Archduke’s neck.

Darius’ steps faltered slightly before he continued on his way. "What are you-"

"Shh, don’t talk," Xion silenced his patient out of habit. "Let me check it properly."

His focus zeroed in on the heartbeat beneath his fingertips.

It was strong. Steady. Nothing like the erratic, weakened pulse he had felt back in Uzera.

With the new pill he made, coupled with all the attention on food and mana consumption, Darius was getting better.

But in the end, it was only temporary.

Xion exhaled slowly. With extreme caution, he sent out the thinnest tendril of his own mana, allowing it to probe deeper. He was relieved when he confirmed that the rotting of the organs had significantly subsided.

It was there, but very slow. Still, it was not enough.

"Mana rejection... I can’t use my own mana... But we can’t do it otherwise..." Xion muttered to himself.

He had to be careful. Just a little too much mana, just a moment of carelessness, and all of his study and hard work would be destroyed in seconds.

"Xion? Hey, I’ve been waiting for you."

The cheerful voice startled Xion, who was too focused on the problem at hand.

But to Nikolai, who had just arrived, the scene before him painted a very different picture.

Xion, dazed and lost in thought, had his fingers lightly pressed against Darius’ neck, his face far too close to the Archduke’s.

Nikolai’s bright eyes flickered between them. Is that why you were late?

He had only left for a few hours, and they had progressed to this state? _{ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm}

The prince thought bitterly, but the smile on his face was as bright as ever.

"Ah?" Xion blinked, trying to process the situation. But even after a few moments... nothing clicked.

Why was the prince here? Shouldn’t he be busy with whatever royal duties he was supposed to be drowning in?

It was only when he noticed the way Nikolai was looking at him, specifically, at his hand still resting against Darius’ neck, that he quickly withdrew it.

"Your Highness? Is there something you need?"

Nikolai’s answer was immediate. "Yes. You."

Xion, "...Me?"

"You promised to meet me. Remember?"

And just like that, a light bulb finally flicked on in Xion’s head.

Oh. That.

Xion awkwardly rubbed the back of his head. "Ah... I’m sorry. I forgot."

His gaze flickered toward the Archduke, the very reason for this entire mess. He wriggled slightly in Darius’ hold. It was a silent indication to let go.

But before anything could happen, more trouble arrived. Ray and Allen turned the corner at that exact moment.

Xion fully understood the meaning of social death at that moment.

Darius still held him securely in his arms while three pairs of wide, astonished eyes stared at him.

As if that wasn’t enough, Noxian came rushing in as well!

Albeit Noxian stood near Allen, all of it had only intensified Xion’s struggle.

He leaned closer, whisper-yelling into Darius’ ear, "Put me down. Now."

Ray and Allen, who definitely knew the truth, exchanged looks with each other. "..." Yeah, we’re staying out of this.

His entire focus locked onto the golden-haired prince, a man who looked like the embodiment of charm and grace. But, in reality, was an actual molester.

Xion knew the reason. It was excessive pressure on the muscle that resulted in such a tragic situation. But he had never imagined it was because of a beating!

The prince, for the first time, looked visibly wronged.

And just like that, what should have been Xion’s moment of social death seamlessly turned into Nikolai’s tragic downfall.