[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69: Don’t Eat Me, I’m Not Tasty!

Regret was never a pretty word, especially when you were the one living it.

The trembling figure beneath the thin duvet, drenched in cold sweat, was evidence enough.

If there was still any doubt, one could simply ask Xion about the legitimacy of it all.

Xion wanted to reverse time and smack himself. What had been so fascinating about the broken town, about the silent air that swished past him as if alive?

The wind howled, rattling the window. Yet, he trembled more than the wooden frame.

Xion, being a medical student, hardly ever believed in any religious stuff. If anything, he despised it, greatly so after learning the reason his parents resented him. And he was not someone who hated things easily.

But that belief had hinged on the assumption that he had not been magically transmigrated into this medieval world.

He had met a literal soul after dying! How could he disregard ghosts now?

All his hatred for superstition was coming back to haunt him now. Every flicker of the dusky curtain, every rattle of the window, every creak of the tree branches felt like a taunt from the very beliefs he had once scorned.

Thud!

Thud!

Xion pulled the duvet tighter around himself as if the mere fabric could shield him from the creeping unease slithering down his spine.

The silence was restored inside the room. He slowly lifted the corner of the duvet, and his fearful gaze darted around the room.

More than anything, he now wished for a well-lit lantern in perfect working condition!

Xion patted his chest, "It’s fine, Xion. There are gusts of wind. N-nothing to worry about and nothing strange about the darkness dancing near the door..."

Wait... Dancing?

Xion squinted his eyes to get a better look. But the night seemed darker inside the room where even the moonlight refused to shine. Or perhaps the tiny moon had long since been swallowed by the clouds.

It was hard to see even his own hand, so, of course, whatever he saw had to be a trick of his imagination. Just a tiny illusion of his mind.

Thinking like that, Xion sighed. I’m never listening to ghost stories again! he silently declared.

Just as he was about to turn around, a low laugh echoed in the room.

In an instant, Xion dove under the duvet. A thud of footsteps sounded closer than before.

"D-D-Don’t eat me! I’m not the town leader! And I’m not that tasty either! I-I’m new here, you see!"

Amidst his frantic babbling, the duvet was suddenly yanked away.

Xion did not yell. Rather, he could not. He was so terrified just imagining all those scary movies where the NPCs would get killed in the most inhumane way possible, he became stiff from pure terror.

"Xion."

A soft voice called his name, and that had only made him more afraid.

"Xion, open your eyes."

The voice lilted with an unmistakable amusement, a hidden smile lurking behind its tone.

Xion could sense the laugh trailing in the words.

Why was this soul calling him so sweetly?

How was that even fair?!

A cold touch brushed against his trembling eyelids. Xion shivered.

Well, if he was going to die, he figured he’d rather face his killer. At least that way, his spirit wouldn’t die in suspense.

So, a certain silly healer slowly opened his eyes. For a heartbeat, his fear kept him frozen. Then, he saw it. This was no ghost, but an angel bathed in golden light.

Xion could almost hear the ethereal music that always played in the background of the holy.

It took a few seconds for his brain to work, and Xion recognized the angel. Who else could be but him?

No, I am not afraid. What is there to be fearful in the first place?