[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 395

Chapter 395: Mortal Who turned the Time Back

Xion woke with a sharp gasp, lungs clawing for air.

What... what had he just seen?

His mind reeled, choking on the flood of memories crashing in all at once.

Michael had been moving him like a pawn on a board all along.

No wonder he loathed it when Darius treated him like a pet. No wonder the mere sound of that endearment made his skin crawl.

Just remembering it sent a violent shiver racing down his spine with equal parts disgust and rage.

"I should’ve killed him the moment I saw him that day."

"Kill who, brother?"

Noxian’s voice brought him out of his spiraling thoughts.

While he tried to suppress it all under the facade of calmness, Noxian was already at Xion’s side.

He steadied him, one arm slipping behind his back to help him sit. A moment later, a cup of warm water was pressed to Xion’s scabbed lips.

"Here. Drink." The young knight tipped the cup to his lips. "And tell me who I’m killing. Just so you know, I don’t mind killing the Archduke either."

That last sentence was whispered directly into his ear.

Xion nearly choked on his drink.

Who says things like that while someone’s drinking?

From the way Noxian spoke so casually about killing Darius, it was clear enough. The Archduke wasn’t here.

"Nox—" His voice rasped into another coughing fit.

His throat burned, every breath scraping raw. His muscles ached with the deep, throbbing pain of overuse.

Noxian pried the glass from his hand and set it aside.

"You okay? Need me to call Allen?"

"No," Xion patted his chest, willing his aching ribs to settle back into comfort. "I am fine. Just need to breathe."

"Oh, breathe then," the knight scratched his head while trying to offer advice.

Realizing his words made no sense, he flopped down, half on Xion’s lap and half still perched on the chair.

"I was worried, brother. So, so worried when I saw blood on your lips."

Most of that was from kissing... Could Xion tell that to Noxian? Of course not.

"I accidentally bit down while puking, nothing serious. And vomiting means the poison is leaving my body. So, a good thing."

"Ah," the cub rubbed his head over Xion’s lap. "I am glad."

The moment Noxian fell silent, the system chimed in Xion’s mind.

[You are still in a weakened state, host.]

’I know.’ Xion absently patted the soft purple curls, gently detangling them.

"Where is he?"

"Don’t know," Noxian mumbled. "Your husband showed up at two in the morning, dumped you in my bed, and told me to take care of you."

There was obvious exhaustion creeping in Noxian’s voice. The kid hadn’t slept a wink, it seemed.

"He didn’t come back in the morning?"

"Nope," Noxian muttered, struggling to keep his eyes open. "His Grace been busy. Servants have been cleaning your room since dawn."

"Hm. I see."

"Brother, are you hungry?"

"No. I’ll tell you when I feel like eating."

"You... You have to—"

But the tired knight was already snoring.

[Host, it is evening now. You should really eat something.]

’I will later.’

He was waiting for Darius to come pick him up for dinner. As for what happened last night, they also needed to talk about it.

[Err... I have a proposal for you. Do you want to listen?]

[Hmph! If you call me darling a few more times, I might be willing to heal you right now.]

[Yes, of cour—Wait. Host, you remember that?]

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