[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 399

Chapter 399: The Fate Reversal

"I want to be with him, Mother."

Xion’s voice was quiet, but each word was steady, almost defiant.

In his adult form, he stood taller than his dear mother. And yet, despite his grown body, he seemed... smaller. Weaker somehow.

As if something essential had been carved out of him, leaving behind only a shell.

Myrthia’s eyes softened. She knew why. She had brought Xion back so hastily, tearing him away from that mortal in a blaze of divine light.

The separation had left him hollow, his soul frayed at the edges.

Darius had soaked his hands in blood for Xion’s sake, and in doing so, he had woven a new fate.

A red string between angel and mortal so thick and unyielding that even the reversal of time had not been able to sever it.

"Humans and angels are not meant to fall in love, sweetheart," Myrthia said gently. "Every time it happens, it ends in tragedy. That is the law of the worlds."

"Without him," Xion said, staring at his palm as if he could still feel the warmth Darius had left on his fingertips, "it is already a tragedy, Mother. Please, help me find him."

His eyes didn’t tear up, but the faint quiver of his breath was enough to press painfully against Myrthia’s chest.

"I promise. I won’t ask you for anything else. Ever again."

Myrthia stepped forward and pulled him into her arms. "Oh, my child..." she sighed, fingers stroking the back of his head. "If you choose this path, you will lose everything. Your powers. Your wings. Even your life."

Xion closed his eyes against her shoulder. He knew.

Even if all he could have was one year beside Darius, that would be worth all the rest of his life.

When Michael had broken him, it had been Darius who pieced him back together. Bit by bit, he had filled the empty cracks with his own love and tenderness.

Darius, who sat by his side when Xion spoke to no one.

Darius, who fed him when he was too numb to move, combed his hair when it tangled, and retold him the silly stories Xion himself had once told him, as if returning lost fragments of his own joy.

How could he just let that warmth go?

Xion had always been stubborn. When the little angel decided on something, he pursued it with relentless patience, no matter how impossible it seemed.

Just like the time he’d pestered Mr. Cat for months until the deity finally relented and sent him to the human world.

Only a handful of gods — and Mr. Cat — still remembered the first timeline before its reversal.

The other angels couldn’t fathom why Xion clung so fiercely to a mortal he had known for what seemed like a brief flicker of time.

They tried to persuade him. They warned him. Some even scolded him. But Xion did not budge.

And then, one by one, they began to stand by his side.

As long as their little brother was happy, what else mattered?

In the end, Myrthia had to concede. She could not send Xion back under her own domain without breaking the laws she was sworn to uphold.

So she made arrangements with another god, the very same one who had voted for Michael in the last divine council.

Xion was stripped of everything that marked him as an angel.

His halo, his grace, the divine power flowing in his veins, and even his memories. All of them.

No golden light would protect him now. He was reborn as an ordinary human.

But the threads of fate were stubborn things.

Because his destiny was so deeply entwined with Darius’, Xion became linked to the Archduke’s sins as well.

For every life Darius took, Xion paid part of the cost.

Darius, in contrast, gained what he had lacked in his past life — fortune.

Luck clung to him like a second skin. Loyal subjects rose to his side one by one.

Raymond Eldritch, the sharpest sword in the realm, pledged his blade to Darius; Allen, an unmatched alchemist, dedicated himself to guarding the Archduke’s health.

Victories in battle brought him not only land and power but the adoration of the common folk. The devil of Darkhelm house became, in the eyes of many, a war hero.

While Xion became labeled as a pervert, Darius became someone to be worthy of every praise and every salute.

Darius lived in luxury.

And Xion... struggled just to survive each day.

Myrthia had intended, in time, to send Darius into Xion’s world.

Somewhere far from the ceaseless tug of divine politics. Somewhere, Michael’s reach could not follow.

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