[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 375

Chapter 375: Past-1

The deities, or immortals as some liked to call them, looked after the worlds that summoned them.

Most of them only existed because mortals had prayed for them to be real. It was the devotion of those fragile hearts that brought them to life.

In return, the deities were forever bound to these lands, or worlds — sometimes even to a particular group of people.

Myrthia was no different. She was the goddess of Eldoria Lunerith, a small world brimming with mana and people who adored her.

From that adoration and devotion came little angels who always stayed by her side, carrying out the tasks she gave them.

Unlike others, who dutifully dedicated themselves to their assigned roles, little Xion was... rowdy.

With his tiny wings, he would stubbornly fly up to the cat angel’s chambers, peering curiously into the big, watery mirror floating in mid-air.

The water curtain showed the people of Eldoria, and if he stared long enough, sometimes he even caught glimpses of other worlds.

Today was no different.

"Mr. Cat." Little Xion stood on his tiptoes to poke the fluffy belly of the sleeping cat.

He would have flown up if not for the magic spell this creature had placed to restrain his wings.

It was definitely not because Xion nearly set the entire chamber on fire while messing with the stones shining at the ceiling.

Yup! Entirely Mr. Cat’s fault.

The cat angel, pretending to be asleep, refused to reply to the little angel.

But Xion was equally stubborn. He poked again and muttered, "Answer me or I won’t give you a treat."

Treats were distributed by their mother — a special food to maintain their vitality.

Xion, being the youngest, didn’t need much. So he hoarded his share, and most of them ended up in this cat’s belly.

Tempted by the mention of delicious treats, the fluffy cat finally cracked an eye open and glared at the little angel. "What?"

Xion blinked his innocent blue eyes and smiled, "Take me there with you, please. I will give you three treats."

The cat gave a mocking laugh, his slit pupils narrowing into a dangerous glare. "Don’t even think about it."

"Why?" Xion whinnied, pouting at the senior who was free to travel between different worlds. "Just take me with you. I promise not to mess up."

"Run back to your chambers, little one, before I tie you up."

Even the elder angels, who watched over mortals, weren’t allowed to just stroll into the human realm, let alone this silly little one, who could barely walk straight.

"But," Xion muttered, rubbing his tiny thumb over the other, "I’m already 150. Just two weeks away from 151."

The cat scoffed, lazily flicking his tail before closing his eyes again. "In human terms, you look about five. Come talk to me when you’re 500."

The wings that had been fluttering so excitedly drooped.

Sulking, the little angel dragged himself to Myrthia’s chambers.

"Mother! Mother!"

Xion jumped on the sofa and then stared at his mother with twinkling eyes.

Myrthia chuckled. That was the look she could never resist.

The sofa floated higher into the air, along with the whole pavilion. Books and teacups lifted off the shelves and danced around them.

The sight made giggling Xion clap his hands.

Myrthia could never understand why he liked floating things so much. But if it made him happy, then it was fine to let the pavilion just hover in the air.

"Say, Mother... why am I the only one not allowed to visit the mortal realms?"

There it is. Myrthia gently patted his tousled black hair, smoothing it back into place.

"Because, my little sweetheart," she said, "humans are not like us. We speak what’s in our hearts. But they hide theirs. And you are far too young to understand their deceptions."

Xion tilted his head, puzzled. "Why not just teach them to be good and honest?"

Myrthia sighed faintly. "We try, my child. But not all of them learn."

"Is that why we punish them?" he asked, his small hands clutching her sleeve. He had seen mortals in pain before, and even brewed a special potion to help them.

But Mr. Cat had taken it away before he could use it.

"Yes. After they die, we punish them. But we cannot interfere while they are living."

Xion seemed to understand. But also... not quite.

He plopped down into her lap anyway, rubbing his head against her until his hair was a mess again. "I want to see. I really, really want to see."

Xion was her youngest child. But unlike the other angels she had created herself, this one... was different.

He was born from the spirits of unborn children who had never lived to see the world they were meant for.

That fierce curiosity for the living — it was his instinct. And being an angel had only purified it into something higher, something gentler. Now, little Xion was constantly thinking of saving the lives he couldn’t live.

Myrthia had done everything she could to keep her baby safe. But perhaps... perhaps it was time.

Well, I’ll be fine without him, Xion mused to himself as he reached closer to the lands he had only seen in the water curtain.

This is even better than I imagined!

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