[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke-Chapter 343: The Strongest Person

"I want to become a great healer in the future. I want to follow my own legacy."

It had been years since then, and yet Darius had never forgotten how excited and carefree Xion looked when he proudly declared that.

Now, due to some people’s dirty ambitions, his darling had to stay away from directly treating the patients.

All he could do was instruct Allen and suggest the possible ways to treat the ailments.

So, yes. His Xion was the strongest person. Even stronger than him.

"Then," Xion leaned forward. "Can I learn how to fight from Ray?"

Ray? Darius narrowed his eyes before flicking Xion’s forehead. Never in this lifetime.

"What do you want to eat?"

The subject change was so blatant that Xion couldn’t help but chuckle. He knew Darius would never agree to put him in danger again. And honestly, he was just teasing him.

He was far too lazy to move like a bull every day. Such actions were only suitable for Noxian.

Darius didn’t have the sense of security, so he would try his best to be with him more, talk more and kiss him more often. Darius seems to like it when I kiss him.

With a smile so beautiful that it could bring the great Archduke to his knees, Xion said, "Whatever you think I’ll like is whatever I want."

Darius had to take a deep breath to stabilize his rising heartbeat.

If his Xion asked him to serve his heart on a plate, he would have done so.

But that was the thing. Xion never asked for anything. His darling was so well behaved, so obedient to the fault that sometimes Darius wished Xion would throw tantrums.

That this black-haired angel would get angry when he was pushed too far.

Darius was guilty of that. He had done so many things to Xion in bed. He had made Xion cry, had left him aching and covered in blotches of red and purple.

However, even then, Xion would very sweetly ask whether I was doing fine or if I was satisfied.

Darius would gladly bear that anger if it meant Xion wasn’t bottling everything up.

More often than not, he had wanted to slaughter the entire Marquis family for what they forced his sweetheart to bear.

"I will ask them for their most famous dishes. Tell me if you want to add something."

"Alcohol!" Xion beamed, and Darius had no choice but to agree.

"Fine, but only two cups."

The kitten bobbed his head up and down, his black hair moving with his antics.

So cute. Darius mused.

As for Xion, well, he had never eaten anything beyond the carefully curated dishes made by the castle chefs. So, he was really curious about the taste of the cuisine.

One time, he had wandered into the kitchen only to freeze in shock. The layout reminded him of the kitchen he’d built in his old house back in Faymere.

Was it just a coincidence? Or something that he hadn’t noticed yet?

He didn’t dwell on it. The joy running through his veins was enough to smother any doubts about Darius keeping an eye on him during those four years.

The food arrived quickly. A whole roasted bird, which he assumed was chicken, along with the steaming bowls of soup, and stir-fried vegetables laced with plenty of chili.

In the North, the cold was bitter. People relied on heavy chili to stay warm. Of course, the prior option was definitely alcohol.

Darius picked up two cups and filled them with a sweet-smelling liquor.

"Don’t drink too much," he warned, handing a cup to the eager kitten already eyeing it like a treasure.

Now, really, it wasn’t Xion’s fault. He hadn’t had a drink in ages.

Due to his profession, he had to remain alert, and since arriving in the North, he’d only tasted wine at their wedding.

Yeah, that didn’t end that well either.

He took a small sip, letting the shimmering blue liquid melt on his tongue. The saccharine warmth rushed through his chest.

"Delicious!"

But before he could take another, the devil Archduke snatched the cup from him.

"Eat something first. Or it’ll mess with your head."

"Oh," Xion mumbled, pouting slightly. He reached for the meat, only for the prongs to miss completely.

Even after so many days, his sight balance still gave him trouble. It was like his vision kept shifting angles, as if lenses in his eyes were adjusting themselves. It was so absurdly wrong, and yet that was what it felt like.

Picking up pens, writing properly or even walking in a straight line. It made simple things difficult.

However, before he could hit the edges of furniture, Darius was there to steady him.

He always was.

Like now.

The Archduke stood up from his seat and quietly moved to sit beside him.

Without hesitation, he took the fork from Xion’s hand and began feeding him. "Like it?"

Xion poked the gorgeous elf’s cheek. "Yeah, like you." Then, he leaned slightly and smooched the place he was denting with his fingertips.

Darius paused. His hand stilled before he exhaled slowly. "Don’t seduce me, Xion. We’re in public, and I doubt you want to deal with the consequences."

Xion stared at him, then grinned like a cat who had successfully stolen a fish.

While Darius was battling with kissing him back or feeding him another bite, Xion had sneakily reclaimed his glass and took a big sip.

Then, with a smug little tilt of his chin, he opened his mouth, silently ordering the great Archduke to feed him again.

What else could Darius do other than obey?

So, Xion chewed with obvious delight. Then, after finishing the entire cup, he burped.

"If you kiss me, I won’t hold my voice back. Can you really bear to let others hear my moans?" the kitten blinked his big watery eyes.

His lashes fluttered like an innocent fairy who had no worldly desire. As if all those suggestive words weren’t something he said.

He wasn’t usually this bold. Not really.

Perhaps it was the alcohol, perhaps the warmth, or perhaps the safety of Darius’ presence, but something loosened his tongue.

History had proven that alcohol and Xion weren’t the best mix.

Every time he drank, he got himself into trouble. And he was swaying exactly on that road.