[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 320

Chapter 320: The Perfect Cage

Darius sat at the edge of the bed. One of his hands was gently threading through Xion’s sweat-dampened hair while his other was clutching Xion’s limp hand.

The handkerchief he had used to wipe the blood was casually thrown onto the ground. Allen had tried to heal the injury, but the Archduke had reverted back to his state of not allowing anyone to touch him.

He’d done a rudimentary healing spell to stop the bleeding only enough to keep Xion clean from the crimson stains.

Darius didn’t care beyond that anymore.

His fingers moved in slow, rhythmic strokes, almost reverently. The kind of care someone would use when touching the sacred relics.

"You’re burning up again," he murmured, more to himself than to the sleeping young man.

After crying himself out, he tiredly closed his eyes again. Darius was so scared that Xion might fall into a coma again.

In an instant, Alchemist was summoned to the bed chambers.

Even after examining, Allen still hadn’t found the source of the problem.

Xion’s pale face had turned pink. Though it wasn’t the healthy blush that clung to him.

The feverish heat had painted the corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose red. Xion looked utterly pitiful.

"Just give me some time, Xion." Darius kissed the warm hand as he said, "It doesn’t matter if I have to bring all those damned ’thirteen elders’ here or not. I promise I’ll bring you back to exactly how you were."

Carefully tucking the hand under the thick duvet, he brought a damp cloth to Xion’s brow and dabbed it carefully. As if applying too much pressure would shatter him.

"I should’ve simply kept you in this room the moment I brought you here." His voice was soft but the regret had a venomous touch to it.

Xion had been hit hard—so had Darius.

The only difference was Xion had ended up crying.

Darius, on the other hand, was far more difficult to calm down. His stone heart which was only tender for Xion somehow became even more stoic. freёwebnovel-com

If once he was willing to follow Xion into every corner of the world... now, he wanted to cut the world down into pieces until it fit inside this room.

Ah, no, not wanted anymore. He was going to do exactly that.

Perhaps Goddess wasn’t punishing him but warning him. Xion was far too precious to be allowed to roam in this cruel world on his own.

He needed to be kept in full safety. Every minute, every second.

"When you wake up, I will mend you. And then I’ll wrap you in the softest of silks, put guards at every door you can think of. No one would touch you then. No one would ever harm you."

His lips curled into something close to a smirk, though it was twisted.

Like a madman’s promise, he pressed a kiss to Xion’s temple right after.

It was the same mouth that issued war decrees without blinking.

Now, it trembled just a little.

"You’re the only reason I know what warmth is." Another kiss, lower, on the tip of his red nose. "Only you can make me willing to gouge my eyes out for you."

He cupped Xion’s cheek, thumb brushing just below the lashes that hid lifeless, unseeing eyes.

The wetness was still there. Like gasoline, it had poured onto Darius’ barely there sanity and burned it to ashes.

Was it because Xion had said that blue suited him or was it because it was the color of Xion’s beautiful eyes? Darius couldn’t tell which one was the reason but blue had become his first preference.

The fake saintess had died, and that too on their territory.

Recalling how Xion had dealt with those orcs years ago, Darius could more or less guess that this was his doing too.

He clenched his jaw, hard enough that the muscles in his face visibly ticked. That wench had it easy.

Come to think of it, instead of worrying, he was suddenly glad. This had given him the perfect opportunity. A chance to put Xion in a cage.

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