[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 402

Chapter 402: Again... Again... How Many More Agains?

Xion had no idea of what had transpired. He was standing in Noxian’s room, exactly where he had disappeared from.

Oh, no. Not that, actually.

He knew exactly what had happened. The colors had started to bleed in his vision, painting his sight with something tangible to see.

The purple curtains of Noxian’s room floated gently with the tiny wisps of air drifting in through some tiny holes.

From the closed windows, he could see how the night was covering every inch of the land, or how the moonlight glinted off the snow piled over the ground in messy heaps.

His dead eyes were seeing again. His entire body felt as if dipped into the holy water of rebirth.

All his aching, all of his tiredness, his weakness... everything had left his body.

If he had to tell in medical terms, he was a perfectly healthy person.

And yet...

’System? Are you there?’

There was no response. There was no scolding for being reckless, no smug replies, no taunts on his stupidly loser-like social skills.

Nothing.

"S-system... Are you there?"

Xion knew the system was not.

It wasn’t the normal disappearance that he had gotten used to.

This time, his dear system had truly left him all alone to bear whatever this world had to throw at him.

This was the price for his recklessness.

[I am keeping a tab on everything. The moment we are done, I’m going to vanish with all your mall points.]

It really did what it said.

He had lost something so precious to him again. And again and again....

How many ’agains’ would it take for the cursed circle to end?

Ah, he knew the answer.

In fact, he was aware of it from the beginning.

He needed to change. He needed to become so merciless that people would think Darius Rael Darkhelm was a very angelic ruler.

But... but...

"It hurts," he muttered, looking at his chest. And suddenly Xion wished for a wound there.

Still bleeding, still aching, still visible. At least, then he would have been able to say that the source of his ache was this bloody mess.

He didn’t turn to check if Noxian was asleep or not.

All he wanted was a place where he could mourn.

For others, the system might just be a thing. But to him, it was his companion, something that knew exactly what was going on inside his head.

And despite teasing him, it was always there.

So, yes, he needed to mourn for another death.

With staggering footsteps, he walked forward, out of Noxian’s room and toward wherever the hallway led him.

"Xion?"

Xion blinked at the tall figure in front of him.

Silver hair, green eyes — beautiful enough to make the air in his lungs stutter.

For a moment, something bright and dangerous flared in his chest. Delight.

To think that he had just lost his system. It was as if he were making his home out of the bones of his friends.

Disgust, grief, and happiness fought inside him, tearing at each other.

"...Ah," his voice cracked on the name. "I can see you now."

Green pupils constricted sharply, his gaze locking on Xion’s face as though he were afraid to blink.

For a heartbeat, his expression was pure, unguarded shock before a surge of glimmer filled every inch of his being.

"You..." His voice was hoarse, as though pulled from somewhere deep. "Your eyes... they’re—"

He didn’t finish the word. His hand moved first, cupping Xion’s face as if afraid Xion would vanish if he looked away.

There it was — the faint, luminous sheen in Xion’s irises, the way they caught the light and threw it back, brighter than before.

It wasn’t just sight. Xion looked...

His lips parted and something dangerously close to a laugh — or maybe a sob — slipped out of him.

Darius Rael Darkhelm, conqueror and devil in human skin, looked as if he would shed tears the next second.

And he did.

When Xion smiled at him, gently placing his hand on his, leaning into his touch, as a trail of wetness slid down those chiseled cheekbones.

"Oh, my love," Darius whispered before pulling Xion into his arms, burying his head in the crook of his shoulder.

"I am glad, baby. So, so glad."

Xion hugged Darius, gently patting his back.

"Ah, wait," The Archduke seemed to panic all of a sudden. "Why are you barefoot?"

Before Xion could answer, Darius had picked him up like a child.

"Are you cold? Wait, should I take you to Allen? What about poison? You look... oh, Xion... you look alive."

Xion stared at the babbling fool with fixed attention.

"Take me to our room."

There was nothing else Xion wanted than to stay curled up in these cozy arms.

"My precious friend s-system, you remember?"

Xion stopped mid-sentence, realizing the careless slip of his tongue. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Thump. Thump.

"You hurt yourself. What if it hadn’t worked? What if..." I lost you...

So, please. Don’t be mad at me.

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