[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 143

Chapter 143: What Could Go Wrong If He Pretended To Be Darius’ Fiancé?"

Ray slung an arm over Allen’s shoulder, letting his full weight sag against the taller man.

"What’s taking them so long?" he whined. Even when he did not deliberately show it, his voice heavy with exhaustion.

The knight’s childish grumble was a far cry from the stern, disciplined soldier he’d been just moments ago in front of Darius and Nikolai. Now, he was all about drooping shoulders and slurred complaints.

Allen stood like a wooden post, letting Ray’s weight press against him.

The knight commander must be exhausted... not that Allen could blame him. Ten hours on horseback would drain anyone.

"Ughhh," Ray groaned, dragging out the sound. "I swear my bones have turned into soup. I think I am going to die."

"You’ll live," Allen muttered. "But if you start drooling on my shoulder, I’m dropping you."

"I won’t!"

"You did," Allen shot back without missing a beat.

Ray scowled. "That was a long time ago!"

"You were twelve."

"Exactly!" Ray declared as if that justified everything. Then, without warning, he threw an arm around Allen’s neck in a mock chokehold. "I was a kid!"

"And still are," Allen grunted, struggling to peel Ray off him.

While the two were fighting with each other like kids, Xion opened the door with a loud thud, before shutting it with the same intensity.

Ray and Allen froze mid-scuffle. Both of them were now focused on the healer.

Xion’s face was red, his breath shallow. His clothes were slightly disheveled, and the faint trace of dried tears clung to the corners of his eyes.

Did His Grace scold him? Ray wondered. It was not actually Xion’s fault, but he could not say that to his grace. Although he pitied Xion, his own life was very important to him.

Meanwhile, Allen only thought that the situation should be sorted out by now.

Like the rest of the members, he was well aware of his grace’s temper, and unlike a certain blind commander, he knew the archduke had no intention of blaming Xion.

As for them, well, that was an entirely different story.

Allen was about to speak when Xion directly turned around to leave.

The baffled Xion took a few hasty steps forward but halted then and there.

It was a new place. Ray was the one who took him to this room, and now he had no idea where he should be running off to.

With a still-red face, Xion finally turned back. His gaze landed on the two adults, who were still tangled from their earlier scuffle.

With a sigh that was too weary for someone his age, he asked softly,

"Brother... where should I go?"

Still half hanging off Allen, Ray was the first to respond. "In the carriage. We’re leaving right now."

Xion froze. "Leaving?" His voice wavered. "Where are we going?"

Ray blinked. "Where?" He repeated as if the answer should’ve been obvious. "Back to the North, of course. We are finally going home."

There was obvious homesickness in Ray’s words, but Xion was too stunned to care.

But... if we’re leaving... was there even a need for me to be his fiancé?

Nikolai never mentioned the royal orders. If they were leaving for the North, then surely Xion could have ignored it altogether... right?

Absolutely wrong.

Xion was, in fact, completely off the mark this time.

However, Allen understood it better than anyone else. Leaving meant they would have to stop by the royal palace.

Lady Nazia and Berry must have completed their work by now, Allen had no doubt about that. But that wasn’t the issue.

Palace... royal decree... and a healer who resembles the Angel of Myrthia...

There’s going to be trouble... Allen sighed heavily, finally pushing Ray off him.

When they arrived at a new room, Xion didn’t bother inspecting his surroundings. He walked straight to the bed and let himself fall onto it, his body sinking into the plush mattress. _{freewebnøvel.com}

It was too big. Too grand. And yet too... empty.