[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 49

Chapter 49: Brother, Can You Keep It Simple?

The new morning brightened the dining area, casting a warm glow across the room, but there was something, or rather, someone, who outshone it all.

Darius’s gaze fell upon the table laden with dishes so unfamiliar, so foreign and then at a grinning child.

"Your Grace, I’ve been thinking," Xion’s voice bubbled with enthusiasm as he scooted closer.

"How about we start your treatment today? But first," he added, leaning in like he was sharing a secret, "I need to understand your situation better."

Darius hummed and that sweet sound made Xion’s smile widen.

After the system’s notification, he was too excited. That was how he ended up learning about mana diseases all night.

He had accumulated enough confidence. Now, he was eager to test his newly gained skills.

Darius picked up his spoon and scooped a portion of the clear, watery soup. The saltiness hit just right, balancing the rich, chewy texture of the meat chunks nestled within the noodles.

Darius had often gone hungry in his childhood. At first, he was starved as a punishment, and then he refused to swallow any of their filthy food.

Those servants and even his relatives were only there to torment him at the command of his parents. He had been naive, foolish enough to believe that they were there to care for him.

It took a few assassination attempts at his life for Darius to come to his senses. Even those people walking in his part of the castle did not look human anymore.

They were nothing but a disgusting blobs of flesh lurking around him for their own greed.

That was also when he learned the various meanings of the wispy tendrils dancing around those creatures.

The darker the shade, the easier it was for him to control them.

More often than not he had recognized the officials by those dark tendrils that had spread so much that it was impossible to see the real face hidden behind the grime.

They would often shout in his ears. "Lord Darius! Eat this! Read that! Don’t go out! Don’t Kill! Don’t...."

The list was so long.

How tiresome, he thought with disdain. But now, he did not have to worry about such things.

He ate spoonful after spoonful while looking at the healer. Well, Xion was undoubtedly pleasing to the eye, and his words, while foolish at times, held a certain charm that made them bearable.

His food was delicious. So, Darius decided to use him.

Until there would be nothing left.

Darius was not aware that this decision would turn his life upside down.

With moments yet to come, the name ’Xion’ would start to thrum along his every breath. Like an addiction to the deadliest drug, Darius would find himself craving ’Xion’.

Xion, being completely oblivious to the accidental fire he had ignited with his warm food, was busy eating his own breakfast.

His thoughts were entirely filled with Rael. To treat the child, he needed to look at the complete history of his disease. And for that, he would have to talk to Allen.

He sighed. I hope he is better now...

With that, Xion followed behind the little boy with his emergency bag. He gazed at the makeshift bag slung over his arm. The cloth had torn apart in some places.

That chandelier looks like it’s worth more than my entire income. Xion blinked at the mana crystals placed in the holders to illuminate the room.