[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 376

Chapter 376: Past-2

When Xion saw him, he was drenched in blood.

At just 150 years old, Xion had only a basic understanding of humans and their ways. The complexities of their lives, their politics, and their strange hierarchies were all foreign to him.

He had heard, vaguely, that there were rulers, people who acted like small gods in these lands, wielding power over others simply because of their birth.

But Xion had never bothered to learn more.

Myrthia, his mother, and even his reluctant guardian, Mr. Cat, had often scolded him for ignoring lessons about the human realm.

They insisted he needed to understand it if he was ever going to walk among mortals.

But such topics were stuffy. Boring even. And far too complicated for someone as curious and fluttery as he was.

In his eyes, rulers were like his mother. They were kind, gentle, and did things for the betterment of all.

So when he saw the young man standing alone in the rose garden, blood dripping from his sword, Xion simply thought he had interrupted a ritual.

Silver hair like liquid moonlight, eyes as green as deep shades of his mother’s favorite gown.

A pretty human, Xion mused to himself.

The still body at the young man’s feet looked peaceful, like humans did when they slept. As for the one standing next to it...

The pretty human looked... lonely. And terribly, terribly bleak.

Before he knew, he had already taken a step forward.

The green eyes snapped in his direction, but there wasn’t the slightest ripple in them.

"Who?"

With a smile, Xion replied, "I am me. And you?"

The person didn’t answer, just coldly looked at him. Then, with a careless flick of his wrist, he tossed the sword right at Xion’s feet.

Death was something that eluded Xion.

Even as angels, they were created by the gods, and when they fulfilled their roles, they vanished and assimilated into the vastness of the universe.

Xion’s eyes roved over the sword, then to the crimson staining the blades of the grass under the limbs twisted at some strange angle, and then to the owner of those hollow, blank green eyes...

"Who are you, pretty human?"

Blue wide eyes blinked as they zoomed in on the small tilt of the lips.

Though the smile was strange, with his brain up in the air, he couldn’t figure out exactly how this was different than his smile.

But smiling meant the person was happy. Happy meant good.

So, he beamed the brightest grin he could muster. "I like you!" he declared loudly.

"You don’t even know my name."

A cold voice made his entire body tingle. Whether it was fear or thrill, Xion had no clue.

"Do you have to know someone’s name to like them?" Xion tilted his head, his soft hair tumbling to the side, nearly covering his one eye. "Tell me, then."

Wouldn’t the problem be solved if he knew the name of this pretty human?

"Darius," the silver-haired man looked down at little Xion and enunciated word by word. "Darius Rael Darkhelm."

"Darish Rail Da... Da... cum? What a strange name you have."

It was hard to even say it in one breath. "My name is better. Xion."

Darius raised his eyebrow and finally deigned to take a proper look at this little thing that trespassed on his property.

The kid was small, barely able to reach his knee. It was hard to see the hair color due to the dimness, but they were definitely dark.

However, what caught his attention were those blue eyes. The innocence shining in them somehow irked him.

"You talk a lot," Darius said, voice clipped.

Xion didn’t notice the disdain. Or perhaps he did, and didn’t know what to make of it.

He just kept smiling. "I like talking. Mother says talking solves everything."

Darius’ eyes flicked toward the garden gate, then back to the child.

The kid wasn’t just lost, he was stupid enough not to even realize it.

What an idiot.

"Go home," Darius said flatly. "Wherever that is."

"I don’t have one yet," Xion replied merrily. "I mean, I have, but not here. I actually came to explore and see..."

Darius didn’t bother listening to the rambling anymore. Sparing the life of this witness was his greatest leniency for the kid.

Stepping over the body, he walked through the main doors, and vanished into the depths of his mansion — leaving the blood, the moonlight, and the small, clueless trespasser behind.

As for the corpse... someone would come to clean it.

For a moment, Xion stayed there staring at the open doors.

The night was utterly quiet now, save for the soft coo of nightbirds and the wind rustling through the bushes.

He tilted his head thoughtfully before following behind the pretty human.

The hallway beyond the garden doors was warm, filled with soft candlelight and the scent of burning wood.

The marble floors gleamed beneath his feet, and golden patterns curled up the walls like vines.

Everything was decorated, cold, and strangely lonely.

Xion wandered in without any care. His wide eyes trailed along carvings on the walls.

The slight echo of footsteps brought him to a grand sitting room where the man... Darish Rail Da..cum was it? — was seated by a fire, slowly removing his gloves.

Neither asked permission. Neither gave it.

Clink.

Crack—crash!

The vase teetered and collapsed with a resonant shatter, spraying shards across the marble floor. One piece skidded over the cold floor and came to rest right at the foot of Darius’ chair.

Xion, on the other hand, thought of her being similar to Myrthia and waved brightly. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

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