[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111: Devil’s Wrath

Allen soon arrived. He skidded to a halt the moment he saw the scene before him.

Ray was crouched beside Xion, his hands glowing faintly as he tried to stop the bleeding.

Without hesitation, Allen dropped to his knees and reached for Xion. His long fingers easily tore open the blood-soaked fabric to assess the injuries.

A deep wound ran dangerously close to Xion’s heart. His leg was badly swollen, most likely broken. Blood pooled around him, soaking the ruined floor red.

Even with Ray’s mana, Xion’s breathing was growing weaker.

Too much blood loss. If they had arrived any later—

"Noxian, go get my bag. His breathing is getting low."

The urgency in Allen’s voice snapped Noxian into action. The boy scrambled away.

Allen pulled a vial from his pouch, uncorking it swiftly. The bitter scent of crushed herbs and concentrated mana filled the air.

"You need to drink this, Teacher." Allen pressed the vial to Xion’s lips, tilting it carefully.

At first, nothing. Then, weakly, Xion’s throat moved.

A faint trail of purple liquid stained his lips as the medicine slid down.

Allen exhaled. It would stabilize him for now, but they weren’t safe yet.

The moment Noxian returned with the bag, Allen moved his hands.

A guttural scream made Allen flinch. His head snapped up. _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}

On the other side of the shattered room, Klein was thrown on the floor. His limbs, once severed, tried desperately to reattach them to his body.

It was the specialty of the Nocturne family that only a few knew. It was the Regeneration.

As a price for this blessing to work, they needed to drink fresh blood. This had also turned them into bloodthirsty beasts. Rumors said that once they were enchanted by someone’s blood, they would never let it go.

There were often rumors of people throwing dead bodies out of the Nocturne mansion, but there was no concrete proof.

But now when he saw the deep marks on Xion’s neck, Allen knew. It was all true. No wonder Duke Nocturne was so optimistic about Klein who was not only good at mana manipulation but had also inherited the best of their abilities.

It was precisely because of this that Duke Nocturne had begged Darius to forgive Klein. The Archduke had done so, but not before warning them.

"If it happens again, it will be the last time."

That was all the archduke had said before leaving the banquet. And now that last had begun.

Klein was indeed very proud of his abilities. He had always been, and how could he not? Who could stand against him when he was so strong?

As for those talks about the war where Darius killed hundreds of soldiers single-handedly, he did not believe them. Rumours were just that, an empty talk and nothing else.

He was the strongest in his generation. No one could fight him to the end. Not even the bloody Darius.

Regardless, he always had to show courtesy to the Archduke. They were obviously only a few years apart, three to be exact, and yet he had to treat him as if Darius were his ancestor!

However, all his arrogance, all hatred had turned into fear now. Because he finally realized that Darius had never taken him seriously at all. Not even once!

If he had, Klein would have known the extent of power the archduke had.

No sane person would just tear someone’s limbs apart without saying a word.

"My father!" Klein desperately used the last trick. He knew Darius had a friendship with his father. "He will not forgive you!"

A low laugh echoed in the area, and Klein knew he had bit more than he could chew. Then, both of his legs were gone.

His regeneration worked against him, forcing him to endure every second of agony. His limbs were tirelessly working to join his body.

Darius? He calmly waited for his skin to patch together before tearing it apart again.

Another snap, slower this time.

Flesh split. Bone cracked. A wet, sickening sound filled the air as Darius tore Klein apart piece by piece.

Xion heard it all. He saw everything.

Even through his hazy vision, through the pain clouding his senses, he saw the terror in Klein’s crimson eyes. A raw, undeniable fear which mimicked his own eyes.

For the first time, the vampire truly understood.

He was going to die. There was nothing he could do to stop it.

Allen was saying something, and so was Ray. He could even hear a faint call of brother from the distance. Nonetheless, his mind seemed to be exhausted.

All his attention was on the archduke standing so easily near the corpse. There was a gaping hole in Klein’s chest, and Xion could see the reason coating Darius’ fingers red.

He was afraid of Darius.