[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 412

Chapter 412: Wait Until Tomorrow

"I can eat by myself."

Xion was sitting on extra pillows while his husband held the cutlery. The golden sunbeams entered through the open window, shrouding the silver-haired elf in a magical hue.

Sometimes, it was hard to believe this dangerous man could look so tender, just because of him.

What a sight it was. Xion would trade anything for this warmth.

"I know," Darius said, holding a spoon to Xion’s pouting lips. "I just want to feed you. Now open up."

Open up...

Heat rose to Xion’s cheeks as he tried hard not to let his thoughts turn to the previous night when the Archduke had spoken the same words but with a completely different meaning.

He parted his lips, allowing the spoon to touch his mouth.

It wasn’t the first time he wondered this, but Darius really seemed to like feeding him.

It wasn’t just that.

Dressing him up, bathing him, selecting ink for his notes, Darius enjoyed doing everything personally.

So, Xion let him be.

It wasn’t like he had to pretend to like it. Xion did, from the bottom of his heart.

The flavours of the food melted beautifully on his tongue. They were so attuned to his taste buds that the single meal alone had told him just how meticulous Darius was when it came to the things he preferred.

"I want to cook," Xion suddenly blurted out, chewing the last strip of roasted root.

Dipped with thick gravy, the taste was really delicious.

He licked the corner of his lip and nearly hissed. It was bruised just like his entire body.

Darius was quick with his hands, already holding a glass of water. "Okay. I’ll ask the kitchen to prepare ingredients for you."

Xion drank the tall glass like it was his mission to finish it, and with the way Darius was keeping an eye on his every bite, it certainly was.

"I want to go on a walk in the castle."

"Okay." The Archduke had an indulgent smile, as if whatever came out of Xion’s mouth would be allowed, no matter how atrocious the request was.

Then again, there wasn’t anything more atrocious than demanding to kill someone. A priest, no less.

As Darius wiped Xion’s lips with a silken handkerchief, the healer muttered again, "I want Zen."

"Okay— No, Xion. That thing is dangerous."

"That’s why I want it. Just trust me on this one," Xion grabbed Darius’ hand, slipping his fingers between his. "I don’t want something to affect the way I think. Ever again."

"I know," the Archduke sighed. His thumb traced lazy circles over the delicate hand.

"I also don’t want you to fight with it alone. So, tell me what your plan is."

Plan? It was simple, really.

"We need to kill Michael, preferably without alerting him. And he has his spies in the castle."

If not for that, Michael wouldn’t have somehow found his way inside Darius’ mind.

"I’ll send someone to see what that priest is up to. Until then, you take care of yourself."

Xion yawned all of a sudden. Well, the night wasn’t spent exactly sleeping. Though it was very pleasant, it left his bones rattling under his skin.

The elf noticed it. Of course, he did.

With a gentle tug, he carried Xion back to the bed. But didn’t set him down.

Instead, the silver-haired man decided it was best to keep Xion on his lap.

They were still in their bedclothes, and by that, Xion meant him dressed in Darius’ robe with only his undergarment beneath, while Archduke had his pajamas on.

"I want trousers, too," Xion had demanded, only for Darius to peck at his forehead with a smile.

"Don’t," Darius smirked.

There was no mistaking it. Darius was half-caregiver, half-predator. And Xion had long stopped knowing where one ended and the other began.

The next words proved what Xion had been thinking.

"You will fall asleep again, anyway. What’s the point? And it will make it easier for me to apply medicine to you."

By medicine, Darius meant tending to his lower body.

Due to the system’s special refreshing reagents, Xion had never used that kind of medicine.

He wouldn’t need it if he weren’t suddenly banned from using his healing abilities.

"Let’s not stress your ability for now. You barely recovered. What if the poison spreads again? Or there is some backlash? I don’t trust gods enough for that."

Looking at the blatant worry, Xion had agreed.

Not that he couldn’t treat himself later.

Barely had he rested his head on Darius’ chest, when sneaky hands were roaming inside his robe. They undid the waist ribbon with ease before sliding over his back.

The electric touch made Xion shiver.

"Hey! I am still sore."

Every time, he would try to do something more to Xion, and Xion would let him.

So, so cute. Xion was so precious that it was driving him up the wall. The wall of his sanity.

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