[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 323

Chapter 323: Please Fuck Me?

The knock on the door came sooner than expected.

Xion sat up, tugging his rolled-up shirt down as he permitted the visitor inside.

Allen entered in his usual silent manner, with a long coat swishing around his ankles. His expression was blank as always.

But what caught Xion by surprise wasn’t his familiar face, but who wasn’t with him.

"Darius?" Xion asked instinctively.

Allen gave the faintest shake of his head. "An urgent dispatch arrived from the borders. His Grace was called away."

The truth was, that batch had been here since yesterday. The Archduke simply refused to accept it. Well, it wasn’t surprising that His Grace wouldn’t allow Bianaca to step into his territory.

But why did he change his mind now? Allen didn’t know either, but he had a feeling His Grace was planning something.

"I believe His Grace will return later," Allen added calmly.

Surprisingly, after listening, Xion felt a subtle wave of relief wash over him. It wasn’t that he didn’t want Darius around—it was just... he needed some time for what he had in mind.

After confirming the room was secure and no one else lingered nearby, he motioned with a quick wave of his fingers.

"Give that to me, quick," he whispered, childlike excitement dancing in his voice.

Without speaking another word, Allen stepped closer to the bedside. His gloved hand slipped inside his coat, withdrawing a small, exquisitely carved wooden box.

Xion’s face lit up the moment he saw it. His fingers trembled slightly as he opened the lid.

Feeling the cold touch beneath his fingertips, Xion beamed, "Thank you, brother!"

Allen gave a light bow. "I am glad I could be of help, Your Grace."

With that, he slipped out the door, leaving Xion alone with his pounding heart and a box full of complicated emotions.

How am I going to give it to Darius?

He had planned to give them to Darius on their wedding night. But then he’d gotten himself kidnapped like a particularly unlucky damsel.

Although he wasn’t exactly a damsel—he had, after all, blown up a church like a psychopath. All in all, he missed the perfect timing!

He couldn’t just go to Darius and say, ’Hey, this is for you. Please fuck me.’

That would be utterly absurd.

As someone who never thought that he would even be able to live to see the day of his own marriage, he was actually much more thrilled than he let out.

The moment Darius kissed him after their bonding ceremony, that touch seemed to have burned onto his lips like a permanent stamp.

"Will he even like this?" he muttered under his breath. After all, he was the one who designed it. freeweɓnovel~cѳm

And Darius being the lord of the North must have seen many exquisite things sculpted by the masters themselves.

"What do you think system? Will he like it-"

Halfway through his words he halted. Even after that dream, there was no sign of his system returning.

He was eager to ask the system some questions. One of them was the identity of Zen. Being visited by the goddess in his dreams twice had actually made him aware of a few things.

One was that he was definitely a person with some history, and the other was that he had forgotten it like a fool.

However, other than a vague familiarity with Zen that made him scratch his lungs out there was nothing that sprang in his rusty mind.

Just then the static noises in his brain made him alert.

[Buzz..... Buzz.....]

Xion held his breath.

A couple of minutes passed and the static died just as easily as it had begun.

’System? Are you there?’

There was no response.

Xion flopped down onto the mattress with a sigh. Maybe his mana still hadn’t recovered. Or maybe, the system had abandoned him for good this time.

Oh well, the system wasn’t the first thing to abandon me anyway. The kitten thought, listlessly staring at the ceiling.

Maybe his mana hadn’t fully recovered—or maybe he was just being lazy. Either way, he didn’t have the strength to go look for Aunt Serena.

Even she did not tell me anything...

Soon sleep teased his senses as his eyes started to shut.

Would he see the goddess again? Though the possibility was as thin as a cicada wing, he still hoped fervently for it.

[Host! I am back!]

The scream nearly launched him into the ceiling.

Instead, he gracelessly tumbled off the bed, falling right on his butt.

’Be quiet,’ he hissed.

It was definitely not because it was hungry for gossip. Yup.

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