[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 244

Chapter 244: A Promise To Sleep

A few hours later...

Xion sat on the sofa with research papers scattered on the table. His fingers moved swiftly as he scribbled with his brow furrowed in concentration.

Suddenly, a soft plop broke his focus.

Startled, Xion looked up to find Noxian directly sitting on the floor while balancing a twig on his finger like he usually did with his sword. "It’s freezing in here," he complained.

"Then go find Ray," Xion replied without missing a beat, eyes returning to his notes. "He’s your best bet against the cold and your greatest teacher if you want to level up your swordsmanship."

Noxian scowled. "I don’t want to learn from him! He’s such a brute. Yesterday, he told me to swing my sword while channeling mana through it. When I asked how, do you know what he said?"

He mimicked Raymond’s voice mockingly: "’Go with your feelings, maybe.’ What kind of vague bullshit are these feelings? If I could feel it, I’d have done it already!"

Ah, so that’s what this was about. Xion finally looked up, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "So that’s why you’re sulking."

"Obviously," Noxian huffed, tossing the twig over his shoulder and it directly fell inside the beautiful expensive-looking ceramic vase.

Only Noxian would be bold enough to use a priceless gift from the king as a trash can. But then again, he grew up watching Xion who hardly bothered with royal status.

"I’m afraid I can’t help you with that, my child," Xion said with mock solemnity. "I’ve never touched a sword in my life. I use mana with my mind, not muscle."

"And I hate that," Noxian groaned in despair, face-planting onto Xion’s lap. _{freewёbnoνel.com}

That was precisely the scene Darius walked in on.

The Archduke stopped at the threshold of the study. His venomous green eyes zeroed in on Noxian sprawled across Xion’s lap like a pampered brat. His eye twitched in irritation. Just a little.

Xion, still scribbling, didn’t notice. But Noxian did. After all, there was only one person who would give him such chills.

He smirked up at Darius. And then, slowly, he nestled deeper onto Xion’s lap.

You insolent little... Darius’s jaw clenched. The urge to physically remove the brat was nearly overwhelming. How dare he?!

Noxian even mouthed ’Mine’ to Darius as he did it.

"Brother," the purple-haired teenager turned to Xion and said sweetly. "Why don’t you sleep with me tonight? I still feel weird in this place."

Xion’s fingers halted. He had been busy for the past two days, distracted by his own problems.

He hadn’t realized how hard Noxian was struggling to adjust to their new place. Not everyone could just get used to the changes like him.

Although the most part of ’feeling at home’ was due to being with Darius, but still...

Xion suddenly felt guilty for not taking proper care of Noxian.

However, just as he opened his mouth to reply, Darius who had been silently staring at Noxian performing a drama for him spoke up.

"He can’t." He said in a very calm voice before plopping right beside Xion.

Two pairs of eyes, one lovely shade of blue and the other demonic purple turned to him at the same time. Darius decided that purple wasn’t the color he was fond of.

"He promised to sleep with me," the archduke added casually while not forgetting to shoot a glance toward the stunned kid. "Right, love?"

Xion froze. His ears flushed red faster than he thought humanly possible.

Darius, of course, noticed it.

Perfect.

Finally feeling generous enough, the archduke decided to elaborate. "Didn’t you want to visit the Caverns of Haldris?"

He glanced at Xion and while he was at it, he even dropped his arm over the back of the sofa. It was as if he was holding Xion in his arms, just like he did last night.

The thought pleased him, immensely so. It became evident how his eyes softened when he asked, "How about we leave tonight?"

"Yes!" Xion replied quickly. The cure couldn’t wait.

"I’ve already asked the servants to pack a few things," Darius told Xion, casually playing with his hair, all the while he was ignoring someone’s sharp gaze on him.

"It’s better to stay close, considering the cold and the beasts in that area. Don’t try to go wandering off alone. Don’t get reckless. Don’t try to endure if you are tired or in pain. You have to tell me immediately if you feel unwell-"

"Your Grace," Xion interrupted, laughing breathlessly, "you’re making it sound like you’re taking a toddler to the mountains."

"I am just worried about you."

More than acceptable. Darius’s eyes glinted. "That’s how it always should be."

Were he and this man enemies in a past life? What grudge had fate cursed him with to always be second to this icy bastard?

Teleportation magic required vast amounts of mana. Using it for even letters was already considered very advanced.

The idea of transporting people through one? That bordered on fantasy.

Darius chuckled, amused by how quickly Xion’s attention had been pulled from Noxian. Good.

Meanwhile, he was also eyeing the space on Xion’s lap with a dangerous level of longing. He had never been the kind of man to yearn for something so undignified as resting on someone’s thighs, but... Gods, he desired that.

Stop. You’re an Archduke, he yelled himself. A dignified, feared, powerful Archduke.