[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 180

Chapter 180: Are you trying to bleed to death?

Xion noticed Noxian’s sneaky movements. "What are you doing with the robe? It will dirty your hand if you touch it."

Xion’s robe was really very dirty. With mud and blood caking up on each other, it was truly not a good sight.

Noxian never cared about such trivialities. However, he didn’t say anything in return. Just that the strength of holding the robe increased slightly.

Feeling that the boy was calm, Xion let him be. He finally had time to gaze at their knight captain.

The knight had not come out of this unscathed. His arm, still bleeding from an earlier wound, was a clear indicator of just how much he had endured.

Ray had used a cloth as a temporary bandage, but it did little to nothing to hold back the crimson seeping from the flesh and trailing down to the ground.

Even then, the knight was still holding a burning torch in the same injured arm while grabbing the sword in his dominant hand.

Fighting with all those high-level orcs with injury like this was nothing less than an achievement in itself.

Xion sighed, "Ray, you ..."

Before he could finish, the knight tensed. He was ready for the scolding,

For not taking care of his grace, and also for not protecting Xion.

Xion, in a sense, was just an innocent healer who was dragged into this mess by them.

If not for his grace, this scaredy rabbit might have run off to somewhere safe.

However, more than that, Raymond Eldritch was guilty. He had never treated Xion with full trust, nor had he ever respected the healer at the beginning.

Even when Xion showed his marvelous skills, unlike Allen, who was impressed, Ray became even more vigilant.

He had seen far too many people trying hard to curry favors with his grace. That itself was not wrong until they would use anything to achieve their goal.

Even when he apologized later, that still did not mean he was treating Xion as his own.

Allen respected him as his teacher, and Noxian adored Xion as his brother.

Meanwhile, to Ray, he was just a healer. Sure he was nice and also so much fun to tease, but it still was not enough for Ray to go out of his way for him.

That was until tonight when the person, who had been equivalent to a kid in his eyes, stood there with his thin back, protecting not only his grace but also everyone. Me too.

Only then did Ray realize that somewhere between his cynicism and teasing, he had already accepted Xion as his own friend.

When Xion was consoling the crying brat, Ray was also feeling relieved. So much that even with his arm in pain he was still willing to hold the burning torch closer to the two so they could properly take a look at each other.

Hence, now Ray waited for Xion to really vent this anger on him. For treating him badly at the beginning, for not trusting him enough, for pushing him into the hoard of orcs while saving himself...

There were so many crimes to count.

The more Ray thought, the darker his face became. Was he not acting like a snobbish person?

Xion spoke with anger; however, there was no expected scolding. Rather than admonishing words, there was only blatant worry.

"Why are you running around without even treating your wound? Do you want to lose your arm?"

Xion frowned. While scolding Ray for being careless, he took the burning torch from his hand and gave it to Noxian.

While covering Ray’s scratched face with his mana, Xion fake-glared at the knight, "What do you take me for? A delicate flower? Now hold still. Or I might decide to heal your face in another way and make you prettier instead."

But it is Xion I am talking about. Ray pondered silently. Xion always had the strangest of ways to deal with things. Perhaps he really could make people pretty. _{freёwebnovel.com}