[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 40

Chapter 40: Loyal Knight or Bipolar Knight?

With his magic robe stained from the bloodshed of the previous night, Xion had no choice but to settle for a simpler garment.

He wondered if he should buy a new grey robe for his use. But he did not want to waste his merit points for now.

Draped in a plain blue robe that curiously mirrored the hue of his eyes, he made his way toward the door.

Xion looked at the shiny doorknob in his hand and suddenly remembered that, just a day ago, he had patted Rael’s head.

How afraid he had been to even step out of the room? However, forget punishment, Rael did not even scold him.

His gaze drifted to the boy, still fast asleep on the bed. His cheek was smushed against the pillow, his soft, pouty lips slightly parted. All of it made him look so innocent, so adorable.

The sweet angel’s peacefully snoring sight made Xion almost coo at him.

Without disturbing the boy, Xion slipped out of the room only to catch sight of a figure pacing furiously in the middle of the hallway.

Ray, dressed in his dark blue uniform, was circling in front of his room as though the world would end if he stopped moving.

Weird déjà vu... He mused, trying to decide if he should slip away unnoticed or speak. Then, he sighed.

"Umm, good morning?" Xion honestly was not sure how to talk with this sometimes friendly and sometimes glaring knight.

Ray’s head snapped toward him, his icy blue eyes narrowing before he zoomed in front of him, "How is His Grace? Where is h-"

Before he could finish, Xion pressed a finger to his lips, gesturing the knight to speak lowly, "Shhh. Rael... I mean, His Grace, is asleep. Don’t speak loudly."

And this time, it was Ray’s turn to feel a strange sense of déjà vu. Howbeit, the command to lower his voice didn’t come from his master, but the one who was sleeping at that time.

Ray stared at him, unblinking, before he gave a stiff nod. It was enough to let Xion relax.

Even though Xion knew that there were magic runes painted to make the room soundproof, he still did not want to take any risk.

The sweet child had been through so much. He should get a proper rest.

He carefully closed the door before turning back to the weirdly stiff knight.

"Maybe... come with me?" Xion asked after a pause. "I’m going to cook something for him. You can help if you want."

Despite his preference to work alone, the thought of leaving Ray to pace like a restless beast did not sit well with him.

One of these days, my sympathy is going to get me killed, the silly healer thought helplessly. Nonetheless, he still smiled at silent Ray.

Turning around, he strode down the corridor and toward the kitchen. There were heavy footsteps following behind him, and that made Xion think about last night’s gruesome sight.

In his impulsiveness, Xion almost blurted out the question that had been eating at him since last night: why wasn’t Ray by Rael’s side, protecting him when it mattered most?

It was not as though the knight lacked the skills or the strength. No, Ray was clearly capable, perhaps too capable.

But the words caught in his throat.

His hand moved on the edge of the clean kitchen counter as reason clawed its way back into his mind. What good would come from asking?

Whatever the answer, it was not his place to pry, especially when he was not even planning to stay with them for longer.

Fumbling with the small orange crystal, he threw his questions at the back of his mind.

By now, he had become quite adept in using mana crystals. All he had to do was channel a very small amount of mana into the crystal and let the shiny thing do its magic.

Xion was not aware that the tiny amount of mana in his mind was the maximum amount any average person could muster.

Only the magicians at the magic tower and the healers at the church were able to use mana freely, but even they had restrictions.

On average, a top-class healer was able to treat three to five patients a day, unlike him, who had been treating anyone who came to him for help.

Sure enough, everyone is fighting their own problems, he thought.