[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 392

Chapter 392: Too Pretty To Be Prisoner

"Zen is making you and me stupid. We need to put it away before figuring out how to destroy it," Xion said in one breath.

The crushing weight on him eased as Darius’ grip loosened.

Xion’s hand flew to his face, cupping his stinging mouth. The moment his palm brushed his lips, he hissed.

This brute had bitten him so viciously that he could taste blood from the torn skin.

"... Zen... Zen..." The Archduke muttered, gaze unfocused. Where had it gone? He’d almost forgotten.

But how could he let something so important slip by? That wasn’t like him at all.

While Darius stood up to look for the stone, the system sneakily scanned the bedroom.

[Host, I can sense its presence in the last drawer.]

If Xion recalled it correctly, Darius had definitely put it in the first drawer. So, how did it end up in the last one?

’Can it move by itself?’

[No, it can’t, but it can definitely mutate things surrounding it, and change their nature.]

Alter and mutate...

Xion drew in a sharp breath. Was it like the purple plague? The one Talia was responsible for?

"Hurry up and look for it."

His reaction finally compelled Darius to move toward the drawer.

Xion could hear the opening and closing of the drawers as he lay there, catching his breath and trying hard not to wince when his lips moved.

"It might be in the last one," he muttered in a low voice.

"Found it."

Xion pushed himself up, turning his face toward the voice, "Any changes in it? The last time I saw it, the rock was all black."

There was a long silence before Darius replied, "... It had taken the shape of a human heart. And it is glowing with dark fog."

The same kind Darius often saw in humans.

The malicious swirls of the darkness that would rot anyone from the inside until they yielded to their desires.

Darius felt the excited buzzing in it, almost like a song of exhilaration.

Zen was excited.

Someone like Darius, who would manipulate the situation until the person fell into the trap set for him, could easily tell it now.

Zen and he were the same kind.

It was as if he were holding his own heart, willing to kill whoever stood in his way to get what he wished.

"It’s pretty," he murmured absent-mindedly. "... and disgusting."

Xion laughed at that, and then immediately regretted it.

Each of the slightest movements tugged sharply at his still bleeding lips.

"It’s powerful enough to mess with both of us," Xion sighed. "We’d better get rid of this thing before everyone starts doing things they shouldn’t."

"How do you know?"

Xion simply closed his eyes, even when the bed sank beside him, or when Darius wiped away the wetness from the corner of his eyes.

He blamed the Zen for making his tear ducts a bit too workable.

A little bit of stimulation, and he was shedding tears. There was no dignity left to talk about anymore.

"I hurt you."

The only answer was Xion’s snort.

"It’s bleeding."

"After all, you are my personal little angel."

"Your play time is almost up, little angel. I wonder what you will choose now?"

Do it. Won’t that make everything easy?

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