[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 183

Chapter 183: Little Ray’s Dark Past

Fueled by indignation, Ray lunged forward again. "I’ll do more than just touch you! How can someone so weak push me away?!"

Sure, Darius was silent most of the time. However, that didn’t mean he would let some random kid touch him.

And this chubby kid even called him a brat! At first, Darius was going to ignore it, but this time...

The two kids dressed in proper noble attire were now crumpled into a ball as they held onto each other.

The silent hall erupted into disarray.

Darius struggled with all his might, his tiny hands shoving against Ray’s face. Ray, stubborn as ever, tried to wrestle him into submission.

It was at this moment that Earl Eldritch walked back in.

He stood there blankly staring at the sight in front. He had only left for a few minutes and even ran back here.

Could someone tell him how things had resulted in ... this?

His son was sitting on the ground ... Ah, no. His brat was actually sitting on Lord Darius!

Lord Darius’s face was red with rage. He was attempting to claw his way to freedom.

Nonetheless, Ray’s weight was really too much for three-year-old little lord to handle.

Taking this chance, Ray wrapped his arms around the young heir of the archduchy, trying to force a kiss onto the furious child’s cheek.

Sir Eldritch, "...!!!!!"

Earl’s heart nearly stopped then and there. His hands trembled, and cold beads of sweat dripped down his face.

He was in such a shock that he even forgot to breathe, let alone move.

Looking at their almost dizzy lord, the attendants rushed in. With much effort, they finally succeeded in pulling the two children apart.

"Are you crazy?" Darius hastily took a few steps back. He was obviously afraid to be entangled with this brainless monkey.

Ray snorted. Despite being beaten, and having one swollen eye, he was still as arrogant as ever.

"Your fault for not letting me kiss you-"

Barely had his words fallen when they changed from speaking into painful groaning.

Ray yelped as his father smacked the back of his head so hard he saw stars.

While grabbing his brat from his neck and forcing him to bow along with him, he apologized profusely to the young lord.

Meanwhile, Ray was holding his head in a daze.

Young lord? Who? This thin kid who might fly away with the gust of wind?

That was how they first met. It was obvious that neither of them had any affection for the other.

Ray despised his future lord for being so scrawny, and Darius was simply disgusted with his future knight.

Then, as a punishment, Ray was thrown into the training camp by his father. Even his mother and sister’s begging did not help this time.

After spending six months in the training barracks, Ray was sent back to the archduchy once more.

Ray had changed a bit. His fleshy cheeks had surely lost some baby fat.

Darius had also changed in the past six months. His silver-white hair had grown longer enough to brush his shoulders.

This time, when Ray met Darius, he did not even recognize him.

As he stared at the long-haired beauty basking in the sun, sitting so peacefully in the garden, Ray’s heart skipped a beat.

What happened after that was another fight that alarmed even the archduke.

Ray came back with two swollen eyes and broken teeth, while Darius had a big bump on his head.

Despite those disastrous encounters, Ray still obeyed his father to stay by Darius’ side.

Little Darius was no better off. At least Ray had the privilege of throwing a tantrum. Darius, on the other hand, could only obey in silence.

As the two kids stayed together, their relationship slowly changed.

Ray was fascinated by the boy who looked so fragile yet carried such strength in his spirit.

Now, how could Xion let Ray just change the subject like that?

"When you proposed, did his grace directly punch you, or was he stunned by your words?"

Ray’s embarrassment burned the rest of his senses.

Rage, helplessness, guilt, all the emotions he had been suppressing until now exploded and resulted in his temper flaring up.

He sneered, "As if you did any better than me." Ray was staring at Xion. "You took him as a child, and do I need to remind you that you even cradled him all night?"

Speechless Xion, "... No comrade, we survived such a disaster together. Do you have to point such sharp blades at my fragile self?"

Ray rolled his eyes, and this time, Xion tacitly did not continue this self-harming strategy of gossip.

But little Noxian’s brain was in a different dimension. He sighed in admiration, "Brother Xion, you are so awesome. No one in their sane mind would dare to do what you did."

Thank you very much for calling me insane. Ashamed Xion ruffled the purple hair into a pig’s nest.

This time it was Ray’s turn to be speechless. When he did something, he had a death wish, and when Xion did something so outrageous, it was awesome?

What a double standard brat!

However, Ray did not get the chance to retort.

They were already back at the camp, and Xion had broken into a run.

Ray and Noxian stood there staring at his thin back getting farther into the center of the tents.

"Will you protect brother?" There was no childish smile on Noxian’s face. The boy did not even bother to keep up the pretense anymore.

Ray snorted, "I will. Words of the knight cannot be taken back even at the price of their life."

Noxian stared into the distance, more accurately at the archduke’s tent where his brother had disappeared.

A wicked glint shone in his purple eyes that nearly looked black now. A smirk crept on his lips.

"Good enough," he muttered before walking into the crowd, leaving behind a frowning knight.