[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 85

Chapter 85: The Night When Little Butterfly Died

Minato-sensei used to say this phrase so often that it settled in Xion’s chest more deeply than his own heartbeat.

"We don’t borrow grief from nothingness, my child. For every exchange comes with a price. And the future is one of such nothingness. The past is another."

Seventeen-year-old Xion rested his head on the middle-aged doctor’s shoulder. Despite being the younger one, he lacked the vitality that shone in the older man’s eyes. _{fгeewebnovёl.com}

"How so? Isn’t everything we do for the sake of the future?"

Minato chuckled. "We do it for the hope of betterment. But if we worry about a future that technically doesn’t even exist yet, aren’t we simply fools?"

Xion thought he understood, yet at the same time, he understood nothing.

"The past, the future... everything is but an illusion of existence. If you stop living in the present, my child," Minato patted Xion’s knee before continuing, "that nothingness will become something unbearable."

Xion scoffed lightly. "It’d be better if that kind of future disappeared altogether. You said we need to pay a price, what did you mean by that?"

"The price of worrying about illusions is joy. The more you worry, the more you pay with happiness. The less you worry, the more joy you keep for your present."

Xion huffed, "Then I’ll take your joy instead. You seem too happy for a middle-aged man whose son doesn’t want him anymore."

Angry at the fact that he could not understand what heavy wisdom his sensei was saying Xion deliberately stepped on the painful side.

Minato only laughed. "Really like an angry kitten. But don’t I have you with me? You better take care of my burial when I get wrinkled and old."

Xion scowled, irritated to his core. "Who wants to do that?! I refuse to arrange your coffin!"

Minato chuckled, ruffling Xion’s hair. "Calm down, angry kitten. I bought your favorite flavored milk."

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Never borrow grief from the future.

Xion had ingrained it into his very existence. Anytime there was a heavy rock blocking his way, he would look at the tiny pebbles at the side and admire their beauty until either the rock gave up or he found the solution to get rid of it.

However, what if he could see it all? The cries filled with anguish and sadness that ripped his chest apart?

It wasn’t him, yet it was. Xion Vaelis.

When Xion had been taken away by Caspian under the pretense of receiving an education, little Xion had been ecstatic.

I want to make my father proud, like Brother Soren does.

Even if he didn’t understand the world, he knew one thing: everyone dispised him.

If someone had asked him back then who he hated the most, little Xion might have answered without hesitation, his mother.

She had abandoned him at the orphanage and never returned. If not for his pretty face and obedient nature, the head of the orphanage might not have treated him so kindly.

That small kindness had shielded him from the filth of the world. And then, in the blink of an eye, he had been thrown into the den of a marquis.

It had been too overwhelming for him.

When Caspian Hale extended a generous hand with the promise to mold him into someone more like his father, Xion had been too happy to refuse.

For him, Caspian was like a guardian angel. After all, Caspian was giving him the opportunity to get the education that only nobles get!

The dependence and naïveté in his eyes had only made him more delicious to the man.

Klein Nocturne.

"You taste so good, little butterfly."

The timeline... I am supposed to die tonight.