[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 212

Chapter 212: A Letter Of Chaos

Almost three months had passed in relative peace, and Xion let himself believe that the world would stay quiet a little longer. Maybe until he died of old age.

Just then, like a stone hurled at glass — shattering it — a letter arrived early in the morning.

It bore the red seal of the territory’s lord.

Xion had only met him once when he came to Faymere. Lord Varnehold was an old man with a good heart if not a particularly sharp mind.

That was most likely why the ministers had banished him to the borderlands in the first place.

But from what Xion had gathered, the lord hadn’t minded the so-called demotion at all. In fact, he’d treated it like a promotion. He was far from the political mess of the royal court, and he could spend his days surrounded by family.

In his own words:

"It’s heaven for me, yah know? I’m glad I ended up here, met a talented young lad like yah."

He spoke with a thick accent and a booming voice that always reminded Xion of Old Man Berry.

He found himself wondering how Berry was doing.

Even if he had heard the news about Ray being the cool undefeatable knight and Allen being the famous Alchemist who could snatch the dead from the king of hell, there hadn’t been many talks about Berry.

If Darius was well, his people likely were too.

But as Xion opened the letter, his casual amusement vanished.

The contents written in the dark ink stunned him.

An unknown disease had begun spreading through several southern regions, including the territory Xion was living in.

It started innocently enough with simple headaches and mild dizziness. But after a week, the fever would set in. Soon after, patients would begin vomiting blood.

Not the normal red, but a dark, almost black blood.

Once that began, no one lasted more than two weeks.

The strange illness had been quietly creeping across villages and towns, with a pattern that seemed to be moving eastward, toward the royal capital itself.

For the past three months, the court had dismissed the symptoms. They ignored the warnings just as they would ignore the floods wreaking havoc in the other areas.

The reasoning was simple enough. It never affected them.

And with the generous funds allocated for "emergency management," many lords simply abandoned their sick fiefs and relocated elsewhere.

But now, with the sickness brushing against the edges of their own marble walls, panic had finally begun to set in the hearts of the royal city.

The lord’s letter didn’t just inform Xion of the broader crisis — it also came with a warning.

Due to Xion’s unparalleled skill in healing, he might or might not be summoned to the capital.

They would politely request, as the letter put it, to serve as the royal healer.

But both Xion and Lord Varnehold knew exactly what that meant.

It would be a direct royal order, inked on a silk decree.

For someone who ran so far away from the capital on his own accord, this was nothing but a cage of gold wrapped in a false facade of courtesy.

He wasn’t good at navigating politics, nor did his brain work when he had to play sweet-tongued snake with the higher-ranking aristocrats. _{frёeωebɳovel.com}

In this case, he was the volcano, and he was very, very close to erupting.

Serena finally set her cup down with a soft clink.