[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152: Dear Diary: I’m Screwed

Xion blinked a few times to clear his hazy vision. The unfamiliar ceiling above him was painted in a muted shade of blue. It made him frown.

He shifted on the bed. His fingers gripped the blanket as he slowly sat up.

This wasn’t the room he was familiar with.

His eyes scanned the surroundings. The polished wooden furniture and the tall window draped in heavy curtains prevented him from looking outside, and the faint scent of something familiar lingered in the air.

Ah, it was cedar. The light, earthy scent paired with something sweet.

It was the scent of Darius. Xion had been familiar with it now, and also for the reason behind it.

The archduke would take a herbal bath with some special herbs according to Allen’s suggestions, and now that scent had become his own.

The realization made him relax. As long as Darius was near, he should be safe.

Xion immediately summoned his system map. A small, glowing blueprint unfolded before his eyes, marking his current location.

[We are in Prince Nikolai’s mansion. Precisely in the east wing. You were on the west side in the morning.]

The west side was closer to Nikolai’s area, and this east wing was where he had prepared rooms for Darius.

His intentions had never really been hidden. The archduke had been too busy, and in his perception, Nikolai was not worth worrying about.

At least, not until he became the reason for Xion to spend a night in jail.

Hence, now the archduke had taken the matter into his own hands and directly placed Xion in his room.

Nonetheless, the system only said what it was asked to and then went silent.

Xion was completely oblivious to the fact that he was sleeping on Darius’ bed.

He relaxed his body against the bedrest, letting his eyes wander around the dim room.

It was hard to make out the details in the dim room. It was the night after all, and the closed curtains refrained even the moonlight from shining inside.

He recalled asking His Grace about the book, and then... something had happened. Nonetheless, he could not quite recall it.

He tiredly rubbed his fingers over his forehead.

There were many things that were getting worse with every passing day. His memory was one of them, and his sleeping schedule was another.

Who would have thought that even after graduating, he would have such a messy sleeping life?

Shaking his head, he glanced around and then he could not move his gaze away from the side table.

There, on the circular table, was a heavy book with a dark black cover.

It looked bulky and weathered, like something that had endured far too many years. Yet what caught his eye most was the note resting on top.

"Your holy book."

The inky mark was distinct, each stroke drawn with careful intention, and even without asking Xion knew who was the one to write it.

Xion’s breath hitched. For a second, he simply stared, trying to process what this meant. Then excitement surged through him.

Finally!

He nearly stumbled out of bed in his hurry. Although his hands shook slightly, he carefully dragged the book closer with both hands.

The cover felt rough under his fingertips, old yet solid. Without wasting a second, he plopped down on the floor. His back pressed against the bed frame; his small frame practically swallowed by the shadow it cast.

Holding his breath, he flipped it open. His once-tired eyes widened with curiosity as he eagerly scanned the text.

The pages were worn, some edges crumbling, yet the words remained clear. The ink seemed fresh despite the parchment’s brittle state.

"If you are reading this, congratulations, you are in a new world. If you always wanted to escape your life, good for you!

And if not... well, you are still stuck here.

Oh, and I hope you are not a girl, by the way.

Women’s life sucks in this time period. Get married, keep your mouth shut if you are not powerful, or worse, become a plaything to some noble if you are beautiful like me.

And if you are a boy, learn to fight as soon as possible.

These people are obsessed with black hair color and eyes, well part of the reason is me and my system.

But if you have those traits, just know that you will attract unwanted attention, especially from the church.

Yeah, you better stay away from them. Not good people to be honest.

Oh, before I forget, my name is Sakura Mei, twenty-five years old.

This is my journal, and I am screwed.

After reading this you will know how I, a fake Saintes, had changed my destined punishment of dying by getting my head chopped by the crown prince.

I transmigrated into this world and became a fake Saintes. So, my system gives me tasks and the more "devotion" I get, the higher my chances to go back.

But it somehow spiraled out of control, and now these people call me an angel.

Funny, really.

I mean, not to brag, but I do look pretty. That’s not the point though.

Ah, I remember it now. The point was the evil prince!