[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 397

Chapter 397: Little Xion And His Elf

Xion wasn’t told much about the imperial family.

Even when he asked Mr. Cat, or his new teacher, Minato, all they told him were snippets of the family dynamics.

But there was one thing both of them agreed on:

"Stay away from the Valaria family. No matter what."

"Then why do you still help the nation they rule?" Xion asked one morning.

Minato had smiled gently and replied, "Because we were born on this land. It gave us everything. We’re only returning the favor. But you, Xion...

You don’t belong here. You aren’t tied to this world like we are. So, don’t get involved with royalty. Especially not the newly appointed crown prince, Silas Valaria."

"Okay!"

Xion smiled and took a bite of the freshly baked bread. He didn’t really care about princes or empires. All he cared about was one thing.

Meeting his elf.

And he could do that once breakfast was done.

Awesome, right?

So, little Xion transported himself inside the Darkhelm mansion.

For some reason, his powers weren’t locked this time, even though that was normally the rule when entering the mortal world.

Mother had given him special permission to use as he saw fit, as long as he wasn’t letting anyone from the church see them.

Of course, doing anything magical in front of others was a big no-go.

No fancy lights. No flashy spells. No floating in the air either.

See, he was such a smart angel. He had remembered all the rules by now.

The only problem? He accidentally teleported straight into the elf’s bedroom.

Xion blinked.

The little elf was staring out of the window where the big lady and a little lady were braiding each other’s hair.

"Are you upset?"

The boy jumped and grabbed for something...oh, a sword.

But after some back-and-forth, Xion convinced Darius that he only came in peace.

"So... you want to be my friend?" the elf asked.

Xion bobbled his head up and down. His fluffy hair bounced with the motion.

The boy smiled. It was just a tiny smile, but it still made Xion’s heart flutter.

Hence, the next day, when Xion came to meet Darius with a basket full of food, he was stunned silly by the grotesque sight in front of him.

Silver hair brushing the thin shoulder and pale green eyes. His lips were soft and his cheeks were pale. He looked thin for his age.

And at first glance, one would assume he was a sweet and good-natured child.

Only that sweet child was holding a dagger over a dead body.

Crimson had soaked the carpet. The fresh blood continued to pour out from the many wounds lacerated on the body.

Both arms were twisted at some strange angle, and the eyes were gouged out.

Xion looked up at Darius, who was casually tossing the bloodied dagger in his hand.

There was this strange coldness in his green eyes, a kind of detachment as if Darius was standing at one side and the entire world was on the opposite side.

It was precisely this feeling that had tugged at his heart, forced him to beg Mother Myrthia so he could come here.

Why though? Why did he want to hug Darius?

Despite the disgust he felt when facing other humans, he still wanted to get close to Darius.

Green eyes met Xion’s, and Darius smiled. A slight tilt of his lips.

"You’re here," Darius said, and let the dagger fall with a clink.

The sound echoed in Xion’s ears.

With the way he said those words, Darius hadn’t expected Xion to return. Darius was, after all, used to people leaving him, as for those who stayed... the one on the floor had been one of them.

But this pretty boy had returned. How delightful.

"Are you scared, Xion?" he asked, tilting his head. "Afraid of me?"

Xion swallowed hard. "N-Not scared," he said quickly. "I like you."

He held out a small bunch of wildflowers. "I brought these for you."

Darius stood very still.

Then he stepped forward and pulled Xion into a hug. It was tight. Almost too tight.

It would have been much better if there hadn’t been a bloody scent wafting from him.

"He came to hurt me," Darius whispered.

"Ah..." Xion’s eyes lit up. "So it was... self-defense!"

Darius narrowed his eyes. Self-defence? Killing a new teacher who was possibly here on the orders of his dear uncle to keep a watch over him...

Ah, yes. Help those who are in need, my child. Help those who are in need of saving.

Is it all that man’s? Xion thought with a frown. Or is Darius hurt?

After a bath, Darius let Xion play with his hair. The little angel stuck a twig in it and called it a ’crown.’

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