[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 176

Chapter 176: [SURVIVAL PROBABILITY: 46%... 39%... 32%...]

This time Xion did not use the system’s props. He did not need to.

He had been practicing his mana, and this was perfect timing to use it, and also ... Xion glanced at Joy for the one last time before running forward. This was also his way to avenge the dead.

Many tiny mana needles shrouded Xion before swishing in the air.

They directly plunged into the body of the bigger orc, puncturing his nervous system, and killing him in one fell swoop.

The soldiers seemed surprised by his delicate control over mana.

Nevertheless, they focused on the task at hand.

Lord Xion was someone his grace had taken a fancy to. It was obvious to them that this young master was no ordinary person. Sure enough, Lord Xion was just hiding his strength all along.

But they did not give it much thought. After all, they had done many such things to protect them. And more importantly, they did not have the time to ponder on Lord Xion’s powers when they were being surrounded by flesh-eating monsters!

The battle continued for more than a quarter of an hour. If it were not for Xion’s help, this same battle might have taken more than an hour, and that too, with even more casualties.

The last orc hit the ground with a dull thud, its lifeless body sprawled across the bloodied earth.

For a few moments, there was only silence. The rustic scent in the air became heavy with each disappearing sunlight.

Xion’s breath came in ragged gasps, his hands trembling at his sides. He felt the warmth of blood splattered on his face. Some of it was his, some not.

The soldiers were in much better condition than him. They were now helping to tie Joy’s body in a big cloth. They were going to carry it back to the campsite.

All this time, Xion did not look at them. He could not bring himself to do so.

Mike who had shoved him aside earlier stepped closer, scanning Xion’s pale face. His tone was careful when he spoke, "My lord, we need to move back. Is it alright if we look for those herbs later?"

Xion’s fingers curled into fists. His nails dug into his palms, yet he felt no pain. They were still worried about his orders. Even when they were at such a high risk.

Xion looked at the faces of the four soldiers staring at him.

There was a slight hope of returning but they did not let it show too much. Maybe they did not have too much expectation to begin with.

They were used to such things. Doing their mission at every cost was their motto, after all.

There was no expectation of comfort, no demand for an apology.

They had seen death before.

They had lost comrades before.

And they would keep moving forward, no matter how much it hurt.

This was how this world worked, and he being such a weak-hearted person was only making things difficult for him.

He rubbed his face, an exhausted sigh left his blood-coated lips, "Yeah. Let’s go back."

He turned away before anyone could see the way his vision blurred, the way his lips trembled, and how his legs shook with each step he took.

As they moved forward the sunlight diminished until there was only a single moon silently showing them the path back to their temporary home.

Ah, Xion finally understood why the soldiers wanted to return even if they were so bound to fulfil their orders.