[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 34

Chapter 34: Waking Up on the Wrong Side of the Bed

Xion jolted awake from the icy chill of the floor biting into his skin. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, he sluggishly shoved the blanket off his head. His bleary gaze drifted to the chair he had occupied the night before.

Ah, I fell from the chair, he winced, straddling his left knee which had just made intimate contact with the floor.

His dark hair stuck out at every angle, most likely from rubbing his head on the table in his sleep. Groaning, he rubbed the back of his head only to flinch as a faint static jolt pricked his fingers.

"I am killing anyone who forced me to sleep at four again," he muttered groggily while completely forgetting that it was he who insisted on learning all the basics of the mana in one night.

After detangling himself from the treacherous floor and a blanket, he stood up. Wondering when he bought such an antique-looking lamp, he stumbled toward the left door.

That was where his bathroom was.

His bare feet shuffled across the wooden floor, the chill of the planks barely registering as his mind drifted somewhere between sleep and wakefulness.

With one hand, he pushed the door open heavily; the other rubbed at his half-closed eyes as if willing them to focus.

However, instead of the familiar bathroom, what greeted him was a cute child dressed in beautiful blue clothes. Completely ignoring Ray who stood beside the boy, Xion smiled.

"Yo, good morning, baby," he greeted, his hand landing squarely on Darius’ head as though patting an obedient child.

Ray’s eyes widened in disbelief. In an instant, his hand shot toward the long sword hanging around his waist.

With a blissful, silly smile, Xion yawned as he waved his delicate hand, and then shut the door in their faces.

Ray’s grip tightened around the hilt of his sword. A loud crack echoed as his knuckles turned white. If it were not for Darius shaking his head, that sinful hand would have been lying on the floor by now.

Allen, standing a respectful distance away, turned his face toward the sky. A silence spread into the corridor of the first floor of the inn.

Darius... blinked his green eyes which looked much darker than before.

After a brief second, he resumed his steps down the hallway, looking as calm and composed as a king inspecting his domain.

Ray followed behind. He was barely suppressing his outrage. "Your Grace! Are you just going to let him-" he sputtered, his low hissing voice carrying disbelief and the faintest hint of righteous fury.

"What?"

"You need to punish him!" Ray’s voice rose an octave, "He’s out of his mind! Acting like... like you’re his friend!"

Darius descended the stairs with a relaxed grace. "He’s still half-asleep," he murmured after a beat.

Half asleep? Ray’s eyes widened as he looked at his master incredulously.

No, why do I suddenly recall the time you burned down the city lord’s mansion because his daughter barely touched your arm? Not hold but touched it! _{freёwebnovel.com}

Ray knew that she was trying to seduce his grace, but still!

Darius ignored his knight’s constipated look and resumed his path to the ground floor.

His people had rented out the entire inn for safety. They could not afford to leave any risk of prying eyes.

However, Ray wasn’t worrying about strangers today; the stupid healer seemed to pose enough of a problem on his own!

The said stupid healer freshened up and finally got his sleepy brain to start working normally.

Though lately it was not helping at all, he still went ahead to do the thing. Xion pressed his palms together, eyes turned to the only hope left for his life, heaven.

"Oh, great gods up in the sky," he mumbled while looking at the painted ceiling, "Please help me keep all my limbs attached to my body. Especially my hands! I like my hands. They make food!"

They felt nice... Wait, that’s not the point!

"What’s wrong with you, Xion?" he whispered to himself, pacing frantically. "He’s not a boy. He’s a literal scary child with scary eyes and scary guards and scary... everything! Oh gods, is my head still attached?!"

A loud grumble echoed making Xion’s cheeks turn pink. Did I wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Ah, I did not even get to sleep on the bed!

"Keep cool, Xion. Don’t ruffle anyone’s hair. Just... don’t die."

Even those thin strands of silver were perfectly flowing like a liquid moonlight. How pretty...