[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64: Sun Embracing the Moon

For a brief moment, Xion’s fingers twitched, and the thought of pushing the bottle back into his system space crossed his mind.

"Is it for me?" Darius had noticed how Xion’s expression shifted. The excitement slowly turned to confusion, then to hesitation, before finally settling into unmistakable reluctance.

Xion blinked, caught off guard by the question. "Umm... yeah," he said, extending the bottle with hesitant fingers.

"I... uh, I thought you might like it. I know it’s nothing fancy or, you know, noble, but..." His voice trailed off as he avoided eye contact.

Scratching the back of his head nervously, he pressed it on Rael’s hand. Holding his breath, he subtly watched Rael’s reaction from the corner of his eye.

Darius looked at the glass bottle placed on his palm. Its transparent surface still held the warmth of the hands that had gripped it so tightly. _{freeweɓnovel.cøm}

Dream bottles, or magic bottles as some liked to call them, were favored playthings among the children of noble families.

They were designed as an early lesson in mana, allowing the children to replace the mana crystal inside the cork with their own once they had learned to control it.

Darius tilted the bottle ever so slightly, and the green mist inside the glossy cage swirled up like a silent storm.

"What is it? A storm?" he asked. He had only seen her playing with such things, and that too from afar.

These magic bottles were supposed to show various scenes, everything from deep-sea wonders to secret castles.

Nevertheless, Darius could not quite grasp the meaning of the green storm and the twinkling sparks within.

"Ah, you don’t know?" Xion could tell Rael truly had no idea what he was looking at.

As Rael shook his head, Xion felt a wave of relief wash over him. At least he did not dislike it.

"You know, in very cold regions, where ice blankets everything and even animals can’t survive, small gas particles get charged by the Earth’s magnetic field-" Xion halted mid-sentence.

He glanced at Rael. Catching his curious gaze, he quickly changed his wording.

"I mean," he said with a slight cough, "the air absorbs mana from the frozen ground. When these special particles rise to an altitude of around 130 miles, they collide with fresh air, and a new pattern is formed."

As Xion spoke, he gently took a small hand in his palm, shaking it lightly. The movement caused the bottle in Rael’s grasp to shimmer, and, as if on cue, the beautiful green lights inside began to dance.

"It’s called an aurora." His voice softened as a faint smile tugged at his lips.

"There’s even an old myth about it. They say that lovers who kiss at midnight beneath the aurora will stay together forever."

His gentle voice softly drilled into the archduke’s unguarded ears.

Darius’ gaze remained nailed on the bottle where the green aurora shimmered as if alive.

"It’s pretty," Xion sighed wistfully, his deep blue eyes reflecting the green tints in their depth.

Darius turned his gaze to Xion, and suddenly, his disdain for the venomous hue of his own eyes decreased, albeit slightly.

"Hmm," he murmured almost to himself as he studied how the wisps of green mingled with the faintest threads of oceanic blue.

He could not help but agree. It was indeed pretty.

"But... Why are you giving this to me?"

A sudden bolt of anger rose in his core. Darius scoffed, "I am no angel. They call me the devil. The Devil."

He gritted his teeth. His hand clenched so tightly that his nails dug into the rough skin of his palm. But even amidst his rage, the hand holding the small delicate gift remained lax.