[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke-Chapter 180: Are you trying to bleed to death?

Xion noticed Noxian’s sneaky movements. "What are you doing with the robe? It will dirty your hand if you touch it."

Xion’s robe was really very dirty. With mud and blood caking up on each other, it was truly not a good sight.

Noxian never cared about such trivialities. However, he didn’t say anything in return. Just that the strength of holding the robe increased slightly.

Feeling that the boy was calm, Xion let him be. He finally had time to gaze at their knight captain.

The knight had not come out of this unscathed. His arm, still bleeding from an earlier wound, was a clear indicator of just how much he had endured.

Ray had used a cloth as a temporary bandage, but it did little to nothing to hold back the crimson seeping from the flesh and trailing down to the ground.

Even then, the knight was still holding a burning torch in the same injured arm while grabbing the sword in his dominant hand.

Fighting with all those high-level orcs with injury like this was nothing less than an achievement in itself.

Xion sighed, "Ray, you ..."

Before he could finish, the knight tensed. He was ready for the scolding,

For not taking care of his grace, and also for not protecting Xion.

Xion, in a sense, was just an innocent healer who was dragged into this mess by them.

If not for his grace, this scaredy rabbit might have run off to somewhere safe.

However, more than that, Raymond Eldritch was guilty. He had never treated Xion with full trust, nor had he ever respected the healer at the beginning.

Even when Xion showed his marvelous skills, unlike Allen, who was impressed, Ray became even more vigilant.

He had seen far too many people trying hard to curry favors with his grace. That itself was not wrong until they would use anything to achieve their goal.

Even when he apologized later, that still did not mean he was treating Xion as his own.

Allen respected him as his teacher, and Noxian adored Xion as his brother.

Meanwhile, to Ray, he was just a healer. Sure he was nice and also so much fun to tease, but it still was not enough for Ray to go out of his way for him.

That was until tonight when the person, who had been equivalent to a kid in his eyes, stood there with his thin back, protecting not only his grace but also everyone. Me too.

Only then did Ray realize that somewhere between his cynicism and teasing, he had already accepted Xion as his own friend.

When Xion was consoling the crying brat, Ray was also feeling relieved. So much that even with his arm in pain he was still willing to hold the burning torch closer to the two so they could properly take a look at each other.

Hence, now Ray waited for Xion to really vent this anger on him. For treating him badly at the beginning, for not trusting him enough, for pushing him into the hoard of orcs while saving himself...

There were so many crimes to count.

The more Ray thought, the darker his face became. Was he not acting like a snobbish person?

Xion spoke with anger; however, there was no expected scolding. Rather than admonishing words, there was only blatant worry.

"Why are you running around without even treating your wound? Do you want to lose your arm?"

Xion frowned. While scolding Ray for being careless, he took the burning torch from his hand and gave it to Noxian.

Under the guidance of yellow light, Xion carefully untied the knot.

"Don’t waste your energy on me."

Xion snorted. Then, with a small tug, the bloodied cloth was removed.

There were two cuts. One of those was so deep that the white bone was peeking, and yet, Ray was still acting so nonchalantly.

Looking at the damage, Xion arched an eyebrow. "Are you trying to bleed to death?" frёeωebɳovel.com

The moment Xion’s fingers touched the wound, Ray exhaled sharply. "It’s not that. You’ve used too much mana, haven’t you?"

Xion paused slightly before he channeled his mana to cover the entire arm. Unlike his previous yellowish mana, this time, it was pure white.

Xion might have ignored it if the changes were not so obvious. Even the strength of his mana was increasing.

The knight clenched his jaw as the broken tendons stitched themselves together, and the flesh started knitting back into place seamlessly.

While covering Ray’s scratched face with his mana, Xion fake-glared at the knight, "What do you take me for? A delicate flower? Now hold still. Or I might decide to heal your face in another way and make you prettier instead."

Ray tried to suppress the groan, but the pain was too much to bear. A few hums filled with ache still rumbled in his throat.

He really wanted to say that was not how healing worked. He had never seen anyone healing the face and making them look pretty.

If that was possible, would all those face-loving idiots not have gone crazy over it?

The sweat trickled down his furrowed brow, his gaze fixed on Xion’s attentive face. Then, he paused.

But it is Xion I am talking about. Ray pondered silently. Xion always had the strangest of ways to deal with things. Perhaps he really could make people pretty.

Suddenly, he imagined his own handsome face turning into a delicate one, like those girls ...

Ray shuddered in disgust. His body shook so violently that Xion had to slow down the healing process, afraid it was too much for Ray to bear.

After all, healing was not as easy and painless as it sounded. When the tendons merged, the pain was equal to when they tore apart.

Of course, it would gradually diminish until no wound was left. Just like Ray’s perfect arm and face now.

When everything was done, Xion stepped back, wiping a thin layer of sweat from his brow. "There. Fixed. Now, don’t go breaking it again, or I will charge you next time."

Xion was joking with him. Everyone in the retinue knew that their lord Xion would only say this, yet he had never charged anyone for his treatment.

This was the healer even the archduke was so respectful of!

Even if they sold everything, they might still not be able to afford Lord Xion’s treatment.

That was why anytime Xion needed something they were more enthusiastic to help him.

This was also the reason Joy was so eager to help him. One way he was trying to pay back the favor and he also wanted to get closer to Xion.

In the end, he lost his life.

Ray was aware of it all. And honestly, he was not any different. He also had been treated by Xion many times.

However, he still let this person, who had not even lived for more than two decades, take over such a burden.

Not again. Never again ... Because Xion was vital to them.