[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 59

Chapter 59: Tea With the Beauty

The last thing Xion remembered was a heavy cloth being thrown over his head. He had no idea how he had somehow managed to offend the sacred order.

Now, he found himself seated on something hard and cold. Judging by the shape, it was likely a wooden chair.

The cloth still obscured his vision, making everything feel oppressively claustrophobic.

Under normal circumstances, he would have torn the cloth away the moment he regained consciousness, but to his dismay, his hands were tightly bound to the armrests.

Forget moving his hands; he couldn’t even wiggle his legs!

The kidnappers had tied his legs securely to the chair’s legs, leaving him completely immobilized. With no other choice, Xion had to sit helplessly, waiting for his captor to return and remove the suffocating cover.

He had tried shouting earlier, fifteen minutes ago, to be exact, but no response came. Not a single sound, not even the faintest echo of approaching footsteps.

Hence, now, he decided to go back to the system mall and read his books. Anyway, if he were going to die soon, he better learn something new.

Who knows, I might go back to my old world...

It took another half an hour until Xion heard a faint rustle of clothes rubbing together. His ears perked up as he heard the sound of footsteps reverting through the vicinity.

The way the echo rang, the room must be big and most likely empty. Xion did not have to guess for long.

Soon, the cloth over his face was yanked away. The hood on his head also slipped off under the pull of gravity.

The sharp glare pierced his eyes, and he instinctively squeezed them shut against the sudden brightness.

Was it not supposed to be nighttime? Why was the sun still beaming at him?

He slowly blinked his watery eyes to adjust to the light. When his vision cleared, he realized no one was standing before him.

His gaze darted around, and as he had previously guessed, he was sitting in a big, round hall with a tomb-like curved ceiling.

There were obvious depictions of goddess Myrthia on the ceiling and the pristine walls, some resembling the ones he had seen back at Marquis’s mansion.

"I apologize for keeping you waiting so long, servant of light."

A high-pitched voice, feminine and gentle, sounded from behind. Even when Xion turned his head to the side, he could not catch the glimpse of a woman hiding behind him.

"I have to use such a crude method for bringing you here. Please do forgive me for my insolence."

"No," Xion huffed. "Why should I? And who the fuck is the servant?"

He had been left tied to the chair for what felt like hours, with no one to explain why he was there or what they wanted from him.

Then, as if mocking his patience, someone had decided it was a good idea to remove his hood.

If they wanted peace, should they not at least respect his choices?

Now, Xion was usually a gentle person, kind-hearted to a fault. But there was a condition to his kindness. It was reserved only for those his heart deemed worthy.

And as for the woman who had staged his kidnapping? She did not make the cut. From the moment she opened her mouth, his instincts had screamed for him to flee.

His annoyance at being abducted, coupled with the irritation of being exposed, made him angry.

Angry Xion was... Well, was not a good idea.

"Why have you kidnapped me?" Xion asked while his gaze roamed all around.

The concrete walls were covered with a pure coating of paint. Massive curtains were covering the windows, and by the look of it, these windows were all around the hall, or whatever it was.

Despite his careful observation, he still couldn’t locate the source of the blinding radiance he had witnessed moments ago.

"Kidnap? Now, that’s a very vulgar word."

There was a pause before the woman continued in a gentle, almost soothing tone, "I have merely summoned you here under the order of my mistress."

Xion rolled his eyes. By now, he was certain he was in some sort of church or an equally self-righteous establishment.

"I suggest you speak in modesty, young master Xion." _{freewёbnoνel.com}