[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89: A Fool’s Awakening

There were a few things that should be declared illegal with the big "I" and his name should be slapped onto the list.

Like.. ’I, Xion, will never drink again!’

Xion was not a heavy drinker. In fact, he was the type to get his mind fuzzy after just a few cans of beer. And by a few, he meant two. Three was his absolute limit.

Any more than that, and a drunken Xion would take over, making a mess of the situation.

By some god’s grace, he was not the type of drunkard who would become too loud or break things. No, that would be too easy.

Instead, he would lose his ability to think properly. His nerves would slow to process things, and worst of all? His mouth would betray him.

A drunken Xion was a brutally honest Xion. He would solely pilot based on his feelings. If he disliked something he would say that aloud, and if he liked something he would express his admiration without any scruples.

But this time, it was not just his mouth that betrayed him. It was his trembling hand dripping with red.

Unlike before, it was not wine, but real blood. The blood that he had spilled in anger.

As to how he reached such a junction of being a criminal, one needed to go back a bit.

The night air was cold, adulterated with the scent of damp earth and blooming flowers.

Roses. Xion recognized it as he ventured deeper. The back garden was dimly lit. It seemed like a perfect place to commit a crime.

However, Xion saw them. The shadowy figures lurking just out of eye’s reach. Though, he could easily see them through his map.

Even in his drunken state, his instincts whispered danger. But did he listen? No. Because he was a fool.

A fool wrapped in a red robe he still hadn’t taken off, despite the fact that it did not belong to him.

What could he do when he liked the scent?

It was soothing, familiar, almost intoxicating in a way that made his already-clouded mind feel heavier.

With wobbly steps, he stood a bit away from Eli.

His delicate face was flushed from the wine, lips tinged red from where he had bitten them earlier in frustration. The color matched his robe a bit too perfectly.

So much that it irked Eli.

"You," Xion spoke slowly almost stumbling to articulate his words properly. "What do you want to talk about?"

His usual gentleness was gone. But with the way his words slurred together, Eli didn’t seem to notice.

She watched him with her sharp eyes. "How did you become His Grace’s advisor?"

She didn’t say it outright, but Xion knew what she meant. With your stupid brain, how could someone like the Archduke favor you?

Xion giggled. It was soft, almost childish. "They told me to be the advisor, and I agreed."

Eli frowned. "How can that be?" she blurted out, frustration creeping into her voice. "His Grace is not short of better people."

Xion sighed, closing his eyes for a moment as the breeze kissed his face.

"You sound jealous, Eli," he mumbled. "At least try to hide it, like you did before."

Eli froze.

For the first time that night, she looked truly taken aback.

"Why, Eli?" Xion’s voice was quieter now. "Why do you have so much hate in your eyes? Or maybe it’s always been there, and I just missed it?"

That made her laugh.

A sharp, unbridled sound that forced Xion to wince.

She doubled over as if his words were the funniest thing she had ever heard. "Oh, you," she chortled. "At least you have some brain."

Xion tilted his head in an attempt to dull the headache hammering against his skull.

There was a voice in the back of his mind telling him to leave, to go back and just sleep. But his feet still carried him forward, stopping just before the thorny vine that separated him from Eli.

It was odd.

The distance between them was small, barely an arm’s reach, yet it felt unconquerable. As if they should never be in the same place.

"You’ve played enough, Young Master Xion," Eli spoke. Her voice became soft and gentle, just the way she would talk to him at Marquis’s estate. "Now, it’s time for you to return to where you belong."

Xion shook his head, "And where would that be? As far as I remember, I don’t have a home."

Eli tilted her head slightly. A beautiful smile bloomed on her face. "To my master, of course."

Master.

The word sent a sharp pang through Xion’s chest.

"Why don’t you guess who my master is?" she hummed. Her expression softened into something that screamed love.

Always... As if she knew when he needed her.

A fool finally woke up.

Eli clapped happily like a child who got her favorite candy. "Oh, you guessed it!" she beamed. "Isn’t that wonderful? Master even guessed that you would know it! My master is so intelligent!"

"Soren. You’re following that bastard?"

She’s mad. Madly in love and a complete psychopath. What an interesting combination.