[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 139

Chapter 139: Xion Became Archduke’s ’Constant’

Before Darius became feared, before he was labeled inhumane and given the cruel name "Devil," he was just a child.

A child who was driven by rage, disgust, and, most importantly, desire.

His desire to crush those who looked down on him. The desire to rise so high that he would never have to bow to anyone. And as he sat on his throne, he saw with his own eyes how the world worked.

Like many people, Darius found a strange symmetry in things that were complete opposites yet bound to each other for eternity— or at least until time ended for them.

Life and death. Day and night. His mother and father. The killers who sought his life, and he, who refused to die.

Darius had seen many such pairs, and in the end, it had only reinforced the idea that being together meant suffering.

Hence, even with the swarm of people trying to impress him, he remained alone.

And though he had achieved everything he set out to do, something inevitable had settled into his life, something that had become his only ’constant’.

Loneliness.

Though, Darius himself never realized that the strange emotion clawing at his chest whenever he saw people laughing and dancing together was loneliness.

He dismissed it as mere irritation.

A meaningless distraction, a foolish display of vulnerability enemies would use against them.

After all, what use was laughter? What was the point of joy, of companionship, when the world only understood power?

If he could not feel it, then there was no need for warmth, no need for fragile relationships that could be broken with a mere whisper of greed.

And Darius had become that very Greed.

He became the chaos that would devour those who dared to harm him, those who even thought of touching him.

He had clawed his way to the top, leaving behind the weak, the pitiful, and the naive. Oh, how he despised the naive ones the most.

And yet...

The moment a silly, raven-haired human blinked his big blue eyes at him and, with all the foolishness in the world, asked him to save him from the scary archduke, Darius gave in to his instinct and said yes.

Come to think of it, was that not the start of it all? The beginning of his worry about Xion?

In just a month, his ’constant’ had changed from loneliness to Xion.

It was only when Xion became his friend that Darius finally understood what being a friend actually meant.

It meant protecting Xion from the filth of the world.

It meant watching over that stupid healer who would pick up his bag and start healing just anyone... even his enemy.

To make Xion happy, Darius went to meet Ethen, only to be alarmed halfway.

It was supposed to take him almost half a day to reach Ethen’s residence. Yet, barely had he crossed the boundary when Ray informed him about the emergency signal.

Darius didn’t even need to ask. He already knew.

It was most definitely his silly Xion, somehow finding trouble in ways only he could.

Without a second thought, Darius abandoned his meeting with Ethen and rushed back through the night at full speed. Even then, it took them nearly five hours to return.

Darius had expected to find Xion healing some stranger while getting blamed for using ’unheard and dangerous methods’, or something similarly ridiculous.

But the moment he stepped into the palace, he heard something even more absurd.

Something so unbelievable that he actually questioned if his ears were playing tricks on him.

Xion. Marrying. Nikolai.

What an absolute load of bullshit.

Before Darius’ brain could properly grasp the situation, his tongue was already acting on instinct.

Darius knew Xion didn’t mean it that way.

"I told them I used Mikosa Ribitiyon on you, and they started calling me a pervert!" Xion huffed. "They even threw us in jail, saying I was seducing you! Have I ever done that?!"

It was so soft, so tender as if intentionally seducing him so, Darius gave in and pinched it lightly.