[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 168

Chapter 168: A Line That Shouldn’t Be Crossed

The fabric of the tent rustled as Allen stepped back inside at the Archduke’s command. The area was dark.

The thick cloth wall did not allow the evening sunlight to filter inside, and the only light came from the crystal lantern.

His first instinct was to look at Xion.

His teacher, as big-hearted as he was, just lay there. Soft snores filled the silent tent while he slept on his grace’s lap as if it were the safest place in the world.

The archduke glanced at Allen. Just one look was enough for him to know that his grace was telling him to stay silent.

Despite Xion being covered with the mana shield that absorbed almost every sound, Allen was only allowed to speak when asked to, and that too, in a very low voice.

It was all so the sleeping person would not wake up.

The sight sent an odd feeling creeping up Allen’s spine. This was not how things were supposed to go. _{ƒreewebɳovel.com}

Xion had always been wary of the Archduke, or rather he had finally started regarding his grace as he should after learning about his true identity.

Even when treating his grace, Xion kept a careful distance, never fully letting his guard down as he had done with Rael.

And yet now, he was practically cradled in the arms of the very man he should have been most cautious of.

Allen’s sharp brown eyes landed on the mess of black hair peeking from beneath the thin duvet. He knew those dark strands were tousled and tangled from the archduke’s hands.

That alone was enough to put him on edge.

But it was not until he stepped forward that he saw it.

His hand trembled despite his effort to keep it steady as he carefully placed the aged parchment on the table beside the archduke.

His breath caught in his throat.

At first, he almost thought it was just a shadow cast by the dim lantern light. But when he blinked, it was still there. Unmistakable.

A glaring ring of faintly reddened marks pressed into his teacher’s soft cheek. They were ... tooth marks.

His fingers twitched at his sides before they curled into fists. His nails bit into his palms, resisting the urge to touch the mark as if that would erase it from existence.

A phantom pressure built in his own jaw. It was almost like he could feel the bite himself just by looking at it.

I should cure the bite with my healing ability but...

As he stepped back in his place, his gaze fell on his grace’s face. It was still the same.

No expression.

Not even the slight smirk that would usually surface when he was in the mood to destroy something. Which, in this case, was equivalent to being in good spirits.

And that ... That was what made it worse.

If there had been a smirk, it would have at least made sense.

It would mean this was nothing more than another game to him. A moment of amusement that would fade.

However, with the way his grace was so calm, he knew it. To the archduke, it was only natural that his teeth had left a mark on Xion’s skin.

Allen stood there, frozen. His face was as neutral as it could be. Years of habit had allowed him that much control over his emotions.

But his hands easily betrayed him. The sweat coating his fingertips was warm, and sticky.

The Archduke should not be allowed to get closer to Xion. Especially to Xion.