[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 416

Chapter 416: God Complex

It took Michael weeks to unravel the meaning of his dreams.

The Goddess had chosen him.

She wanted him to stop Darius’ monstrous acts. Goddess Myrthia didn’t want her lands to be soaked in red, drenched in rotting decay.

As for the blood he spilled... sacrifices needed to be made in the war, no?

"He took in a child?" Michael raised a brow, then smiled. A gentle, radiant expression graced his god-kissed face, the kind that made humans kneel in reverence.

"I didn’t expect him to harbor an orphan when he had no roof of his own. But... yes. That is something Xion would do."

The man before him knelt on his knee, and if Xion were here, he would have recognized him as Ravik.

The guard who somehow ended up in Xion’s healing house during the plague, and also the one who led Xion back into the northern territory before disappearing.

"Father, do we need to kill Noxian?"

"Noxian... is that the name he gave to the child?"

"Yes, Father," Ravik bowed his head. "But Noxian is an evildoer, Father. He killed his grandfather, his own kin. How can we let him live? And Xion? That person didn’t appreciate Her Highness, Talia’s advice, and still went back to the Archduke."

"You are too noisy in the presence of the goddess."

The serene voice instantly shut Ravik.

The pair of grey eyes looked down on the knight, "Ravik, must I punish you for questioning my will? For doubting the Goddess’s will?"

Punishment. It meant being trapped in Father Michael’s secret chamber and never coming back.

Just the thought had Ravik, the grown man, shudder.

"I apologize, Father. Please forgive me."

When there was no reply, cold sweat started to drip down the tip of Ravik’s nose.

So easy. Michael thought, partially amused, how effortless it was for him to keep these filthy vessels in proper line.

Humans were supposed to have a will of their own. They had all the power to disobey him, to throw him off this godly altar he had created for himself, and yet...

Follish creatures, Michael sighed. "Leave."

That one word had more impact on Ravik than an entire speech of the royal minister.

Michael watched the knight rushing out of the room, a slow smile curling over his lips.

This meek obedience made things easier for him.

Not that it surprised him.

His words were their command, because he was above them all.

Michael absentmindedly caressed his right eye, his fingers sliding over the mark that had just appeared one day.

"An angel’s mark is carved into the soul..." he whispered. "I should have let you mark me more, Xion. Saving others when you yourself needed saving... Ah, aren’t you benevolent?"

Most of these vessels were faithless, soiled.

Disloyalty to the Goddess was blasphemy. It made them sinners in his eyes.

He had seen their insides, literally, and knew what rotted there.

And still, they never opposed his ’awful’ methods when he punished the sinners.

How ironic.

He wanted someone pure, a soul without stain, without shadow. Someone who could be molded into a perfect vessel to serve only him.

Xion was his destiny, his oracle. A purest soul that was causing the ripples in the dirtied, rotten world.

"Divine," Michael whispered. "I am going to morph you into someone even more splendid, Xion. Someone worthy to stand by my side. Until you will worship only me."

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