[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 321

Chapter 321: Xion In Wonderland

"Can he make it out alive? What if he failed again?"

The voice echoed softly with uncertainty. Yet it was oddly familiar. Xion could more or less recognize it as... his own?

But his lips were definitely closed. Was he hallucinating?

Before he could make sense of it, another voice trickled into his awareness. It was feminine, warm, and soothing like lullabies whispered in candlelit temples.

"He will," the woman said, clearly smiling. "He is one of my favorites for a reason."

Cool, comforting fingers combed through his hair.

It didn’t take Xion long to realize he was sleeping on the same plush couch as he had years ago.

His head was resting on Myrthia’s lap. Trying to get rid of the haziness that made his limbs float, he focused on the voices once again.

"He’s stubborn, yes. Yet so very sweet," the goddess added playfully. "Don’t you already know that?"

Xion wanted to scoff. Am I stubborn? Since when? And I am not that sweet either. Darius is.

Either the woman could hear his thoughts, or the one she was speaking to felt likewise. Soon the other voice, a childish one this time, snorted.

"He isn’t stubborn, he is simply not meant to be human."

Xion, "..." I am happy to be human, thank you very much!

"And sweet? Ha! Wait till he learns I got him killed. He’ll probably strangle me before I can explain."

What? Xion’s brow twitched. He needed to open his eyes right that instant!

He had questions. And somehow throttling a talking cat had firmly made its way on his to-do list.

But... maybe he’d just scare the creature a bit instead? After all, if it weren’t for that incident, he might never have met Darius.

The goddess laughed, her fingers never stopping their tender path through his messy hair.

"He’s most likely going to forgive you."

"How can you be so sure, Mother?" the cat asked, this time the voice was tinged with guilt.

"Because Xion is an open book. It is fairly easy to read him and..." she began, then paused, as if choosing her next words carefully.

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"And?" two voices, one of little Xion and one of that cat, urged at the same time, sounding almost impatient.

"And... Xion is the one who asked you to approach him in the first place," she said.

Lies! Xion wanted to retort. He never invited a wild, talking cat into his life.

"He can’t see now." Cat’s voice dropped to a whisper.

The silence that bloomed after that was not comforting anymore.

Xion shifted his head slightly, trying to orient himself toward the voice. His lashes finally managed to open.

What he saw was a world full of soft blurry color and shifting light. As he squinted, the shapes became clearer.

"Awake sweetheart?"

The Goddess had called him ’sweetheart’ before too. He had come to like this nickname, though more credit went to Darius rather than Myrthia.

"Hmm," Xion mumbled, nuzzling against the palm like a kitten trying to get more head pats.

The goddess smiled at his actions. A golden chocolate hue of her skin glistened under the ambient light, and her hazel eyes held centuries of knowing.

Her black hair, so similar to Xion’s, cascaded like silk ink over her shoulders glowing with warmth. She looked as divine as ever.

Just beyond Myrthia’s side, seated cross-legged on a cushion, was a boy who looked exactly like Xion had five years ago.

Black hair, pale skin, and those same blue eyes.

Ah. So it was really a talking furry cat.

It was comical really, how those slit amber eyes widened as the little kitty heard those accusing words.

This time little Xion who had been silent all along laughed along with Myrthia.

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