[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 28

Chapter 28: Another Step To Become Broke

Archduke’s tent was at the exact center of the camping area. It was the most secure place if they somehow ended up getting attacked in the middle of the night.

From the outside, it was a simple, charcoal-grey heavy cloth, with no special markings. The bland state offered no hint of its owner’s status.

However, with just one step inside, Xion felt the heat rushing to his face. It must be the work of Magic. How convenient!

Like any other human from Earth, Xion was immensely interested in magic. Yet he could not spare extra brain cells to learn it!

How could he when he had to protect his dignity and fragile life first?

A subconscious sigh of comfort left his rosy lips without his permission.

He removed his shoes just like Darius before stepping on the plush dark-purple carpet that lined the floor. If it was not for the lantern casting a soft glow over the carpet, Xion might have mistaken the color for black.

The furnishings were sparse but even an idiot like Xion could tell they were of very high quality.

A low bed with a fur-lined blanket occupied one corner with a carved wooden chest placed beside it.

It worked as a nightstand for a small stack of books, paper rolls and a gleaming dagger. There were two chairs beside the small wooden table in the middle.

There was something near the back of the bed hidden under the huge cloth which Xion decided to ignore. The less you know, the better you live.

"Sleep there," Darius pointed to the other corner.

Albeit a smaller, well-prepared mattress had been placed on the carpeted floor, accompanied by a thick duvet for the healer’s use.

This way, the silly healer would be positioned directly in front of the Archduke’s bed, allowing Darius to see every subtle, sneaky movement Xion might try to make under the guise of the night.

"Oh, thanks... your grace." Completely oblivious, Xion bowed slightly before trotting to his side of the tent.

With his back turned toward the Archduke, Xion missed how his sudden mention of the title made little Darius frown.

Slipping out of the coat and his outer robe, Xion eagerly sank into the warmth of the duvet. The soft touch on his skin made him groan lightly.

He did not bother to hide his face in front of Darius. Anyway, this noble child had already seen him. Xion didn’t think for a second that the barely eleven-year-old boy would be interested in his looks.

Without any fear, he rested his back against the heavy cloth of the tent, which, thanks to magic, felt as solid as a concrete wall.

Xion wrapped himself up so tightly in the duvet that only his pair of bright blue eyes and his red nose peeked out.

His gaze drifted over to Darius, who was sitting on a chair, completely engrossed in the same pile of documents he had been reading all afternoon.

Xion shook his head sympathetically. Studying like this at his age... what a tragic life.

Ignoring his poverty, he mentally clicked on the screen. The huge, thick book popped into view. It was titled, "Basic Theories and The Art of Mana Mechanics"