[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 414

Chapter 414: Blessings That Shouldn’t Exist

"What do you mean by that, Xion?"

Since Xion had gotten his memories back, he had been thinking over a lot of things that shouldn’t exist.

Like the thirteen elders.

"There is a group of gods who bless someone only if that human’s body can hold a fraction of their power. They hope that the chosen person will do good in their names. More good deeds mean more devotion. And more devotion means more authority."

Darius grabbed Xion’s hands, warming them with his own. "And," he asked, "what if the human did something bad instead?"

The Archduke was very familiar with the insidious human nature that was easier to corrupt.

"That’s the thing." Xion caught a snowflake in his palm, watching it melt against his skin. "They can’t. Once given, the gods aren’t allowed to take back their blessings. That’s why they are so careful with whom to bless."

If not, they might accidentally kill the mortal, and that wasn’t an ideal situation.

After all, not everyone could bear that power.

So, when deciding on the human to bless, the gods would usually bend the odds in his/her favor.

Like how they had been favoring Michael despite the darkness he harbored inside his soul.

The Archduke used his sleeve to wipe the dampness away before enclosing both of Xion’s hands in his grasp. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"So, what are you getting at? The thirteen elders are certainly not fake. I’ve seen them use their powers with my own eyes."

Xion had too. Elthen’s father had used his power of truth on him. Twice, if he counted both of his lives.

"I mean..." the healer mused loudly. "What if they aren’t blessed by the goddess at all, but by something else?"

"Like what? A demon?" Darius gently rubbed his fingertips over the red knuckles while snuggling into Xion’s neck. "I have never heard of someone that powerful, though."

Goddess Myrthia’s rival should be someone very strong, and yet there wasn’t the slightest hint in Sakura Mei’s diary.

"Could be." Xion shook his head. "I’m not sure. But we do need to stop them. And maybe even..."

When he faltered, Darius pressed a kiss to the crown of his head. "Kill them," he finished with a tiny smirk. "That sounds awfully easy. But why do you look so tense?"

Yes, Xion was tense. Especially after Father Michael’s sudden disappearance from his church.

The thought of not being able to know the next move left a hollow pit in his stomach, and from his past experiences, it was never a good sign.

"Do you remember that statue I blasted in Talia’s church?"

How could Darius remember when he hadn’t even seen it? Still, he hummed in agreement.

"Yeah, that one. What if... what if that was the real thing that blessed the elders? Including Talia Valaria?"

"Could be." The Archduke frowned. "You’re thinking of finding something that matches that statue? I can ask Allen. Just give me the description."

The harsh wind whistled, forcing a tremor down Xion’s spine.

"Yeah. I was thinking of checking your personal library first. It’s cold," he huffed, his breath misting in the air.

There was a slight layer of ice on his long lashes.

"Are you caging me to your bed, Your Grace?" he whispered like a goblin. "What are you using this time? Your robe? Rope? Golden chains?"

"Too bad," the healer clicked his tongue, though his smile only widened. "Even if I lay naked, you can’t do anything to me."

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