[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 26

Chapter 26: Why am I the one to suffer like this?

"So, are we staying here for the night?" Xion asked, his gaze flicking between the about-to-set orange sun and the bustling servants unpacking supplies and preparing tents.

It was not like the modern times, where fast-moving vehicles could whisk them away to the nearest five-star hotel with air conditioning and fluffy pillows.

Ah, I miss those. Bed and bathroom...

Instead, they were stuck in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees, critters, and whatever creepy-crawly monsters the forest might house.

Ray shot him a sharp look. The knight was clearly annoyed by his casual tone. "We'll stay as long as His Grace requires." Then, without waiting for his reply, the knight went away with a log of wood on his shoulders.

Xion huffed lightly as he brushed a stray leaf off his robe. 'As long as His Grace requires' sounds like code for 'get comfortable, we're going nowhere fast.'

Well, it was not like Xion had something important waiting up for him. He only needed to go to the bustling area, treat a large number of patients, and then buy a few books so he could deal with the Moon affliction.

After that, he needed to look for a peaceful place where he could live his life happily. Yup, totally nothing important.

Darius' green eyes lingered on Xion for a moment. "You will sleep in by my side."

A hush fell over the group until Ray screamed. The knight had accidentally dropped the log on his feet.

Xion blinked. "Uh, thanks, but I don't think that's necessary-"

"You are my healer," Darius interrupted, his eyes narrowing slightly. "How are you going to treat me if you are not even close by?"

Xion, "..." I suddenly miss my phone.

He was the type of person who enjoyed his private place, nonetheless, beggars can't be choosers.

"Got it. Thanks," Xion sighed helplessly. However, there was one good thing about this outcome.

The first rule for treating patients was conversation. Then came trust.

It was a thing he had picked up from his old mentor, Doctor Minato, who believed in the power of empathy. Xion had perfected the art of light-hearted chatter to put his patients at ease.

However, that came with a price. While he avoided unnecessary conversations with strangers, he had a tendency to speak without much filter when his safety was not directly threatened.

Just like right now.

"If eyes could kill, I would be six feet under the ground..." He muttered while slowly shifting behind the tent.

The night had fallen, and His Grace had long since gone into his temporary resting chambers.

It was the perfect opportunity to teach a certain disrespectful brat a proper lesson on etiquette.

With a sharp silver sword in his hand whose glare forced Xion to squint his eyes, Ray cornered the healer.

"Are you out of your bloody mind!" Ray hissed in anger. "How dare you treat his grace like some civilian? And what do you even mean sleeping in the same tent as him?"

As Ray glared, Xion couldn't help but think, Don't panic. Don't get killed.

A sword came near his chest, and Xion flinched. Sadly, his back was already touching the thick cloth. One more step, and he might be sleeping under the heap of falling tent.

"I swear, I did not say that," Xion said hesitatingly. "It was Rael-"

"How dare you call his grace by his name?! That sin is punishable by death!"

Xion gulped as the sharp edge touched his throat knot. The knight in shining armour sure was 'shining' with the aura of death.

Why am I the one to suffer like this?!