[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke
Chapter 111: Devil’s Wrath

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.

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.

Darius exhaled slowly. He crouched down and unhurriedly drove his hand directly into Klein’s chest.

The flesh tore apart like fragile paper. Darius’s fingers curled around something still beating.

Klein let out a choked, gurgling sound. His entire body shuddered violently.

His crimson eyes darted toward Xion one last time. They were desperate, pleading with him to speak, to stop the monster. Now he knew just how precious Xion was to this devil.

Klein suddenly wished for Xion’s safety. If time permitted, he might have rushed over to help Xion.

However, his help was not needed.

Allen had already stopped the bleeding. Even the wound on Xion’s neck was slowly mending itself, but it was not so miraculously fast as Klein’s.

Despite that Xion never envied Klein’s regeneration ability. He saw clearly how those crimson eyes lost their luster before they went blank.

Darius stood up and finally turned around. In his hand was the heart. It was still beating, trying to pump the blood which was not there.

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.

He could not comprehend what was happening around him.

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.

And in that moment, a single, indisputable truth settled deep within Xion’s mind.

He wasn’t afraid of Klein.

He was afraid of Darius.

When Darius’ gaze met Xion’s, he became stiff. He just stood there, completely silent. Blood still dripped from his hand.

Allen saw something in the His Grace’s expression.

It was not the familiar anger. Not vengeance.

A deep, terrible fear.

Allen clenched his jaw. He wished Xion could always smile so brightly, and it seemed that His Grace was no different in that regard.

Millions of thoughts circled in his mind, and soon he had reached a conclusion, one that bound Xion and Darius together.

Allen instantly denied it. Maybe it was the fact that he did not believe his own judgment, or perhaps he did not want Xion to live in the terrible environment of his lord.

He replied with a pinched voice, "Teacher will live." So, don’t look at him like this. Like he is yours...

Darius did not react.

Ray hesitated, then spoke. "Your Grace..."

Darius finally moved.

Then, the still-beating heart fell to the ground. A moment later, the Archduke crushed it under his heel as he strode toward Xion.

With each step he took, blood trailed behind him.

He knelt in front of Xion. For a long moment, he simply stared.

His green eyes traced over Xion’s fragile form. He noticed the unnatural stillness of his body, the faint, uneven rise and fall of his chest.

Yes, he is alive. Xion is breathing. Xion is alive...

Without a word, he reached out. Not with his right hand which had held Klein’s heart, but with his clean left hand.

Xion clenched his eyes close.

Fear, sadness, betrayal, anger, and many such emotions coiled in his chest, forcing his eyelashes to tremble violently before they became still.

Xion fainted. His face directly fell on Darius’ palm.

Darius cradled him while the bloodstained fingers of his other hand ghosted over his pale cheek.

The tremor of his fingers was visible even to Ray and Allen.

Both of them held their breath as his grace took his hand back, and soon he was cleaning the unsightly blood from Xion’s face.

He was so gentle as if he was touching something very precious.

"Say the word, Xion. Tell me, and I will kill them all."