[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45: Shameless Complaining

Darius entered the small room, followed closely by Berry. His brow furrowed in dissatisfaction as soon as he looked around.

Hadn’t I specifically told them to find a decent place for Xion? His gaze skimmed over the cramped, poorly lit room. _{fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm}

A few shelves lined the walls, making it clear that this was not a suitable environment for someone stupidly bright like Xion.

Suppressing his rising irritation, Darius reminded himself that there was a far more pressing issue to address.

Noxian, biting his lip, was trailing behind Uncle Berry. Luckily, he found the older male just around the corner.

In his anxiousness, he did not care if he would be punished for his rash behavior.

He had simply run to the archduke and fumbled out Sir Allen’s situation.

And now he was craning his neck to see more. The sight made him halt in his steps.

The young master was on the floor, his mouth gagged with cloth, and Sir Allen was pressing him down with alarming force.

Noxian did not get the chance to properly look as Berry took a step further and yanked Allen off Xion’s body.

In an instant, Xion spit the cloth out and ran to Darius’ side. Panting, he pointed toward the struggling Alchemist, "He has gone mad!"

Darius glanced at two struggling males and then at the dagger. The blade was smooth, with a rounded tip that appeared sharp enough to penetrate even the thick skin of a level three orc.

The hilt was weathered, the polished wood long since eroded by time, revealing deep grooves and cracks. Yet, despite its age, the ruby set into the pommel still gleamed.

It cast a faint red light that matched the anger surging within Allen.

A thin layer of mana circled around the dagger which pulsated with its owner’s rampant emotions.

How foolish, Darius mused his green eyes narrowed at his always steadfast Alchemist.

"He will be fine soon enough." Darius turned to Xion who was standing in a tattered robe with a little boy patting his back.

There was no robe to cover his doll-like face and Darius could see the tears swirling in those oceanic eyes.

Perhaps it was his unnaturally flushed face, or it was the evening light playing the trick, Xion’s parted lips looked redder than usual.

"What the heck is wrong with him? He suddenly wanted to cut me!" As if finding someone to rely on, the coward little Xion gained his confidence.

Even though the said person was almost five years younger than him, he still shamelessly complained to the culprit’s master.

Xion could hear Allen yelling at Berry to let him go and that he needed to do a blood ceremony of sorts.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Xion barely turned his head when, without warning, the dagger shot toward his face.

For a moment, time seemed to slow. His breath hitched in his throat, and for the briefest instant, Xion thought this was it. I don’t want to die like this!

The pointed tip reflected in Xion’s wide eyes when Darius flung a thin twig.

The dagger went flying back from where it came. It struck into the wall, leaving a bloody gash on Allen’s right cheek.

"Allen."

Darius’ cold voice made Alchemist jolt back to his senses. From the corner of his eye, he noticed his dagger merely inches apart from his stinging cheek.

For someone, who was used to living in a peaceful world (well, if he ignored the few heavy beatings from his family which nearly sent him in emergency) the sudden, almost intimate encounter with the killing weapon, was a bit much.