[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke-Chapter 50: The Unruly Healer Pushed Archduke to Bed

Even after spending all night learning about Mana problems, Xion did not get even a glimpse of Moon Affliction.

He was suddenly glad that he had sneaked into Marquis Roberto’s library in the middle of the night. If not for that, he would have no idea this strange disease even existed.

Affliction, as the name suggests, was the occurrence of pain. According to Allen, ancient people believed it was related to Goddess Myrtia.

Because she was the deity of light, this disease could only hide under the dark night. Its unpredictable changes, just like the ever-changing phases of the moon, earned it the name Moon Affliction.

Xion heard it just for the sake of hearing it. There was no useful information, and after knowing about the Devil’s spawn, he was even less likely to believe anything.

Darius was lazily leaning on the comfortable couch like a king. He had been curious how Xion would react now. "It’s not a disease, little healer. It’s a curse."

The healer did react. But...

Xion looked straight at Rael and then, not so elegantly, rolled his eyes. "Curse my ass. If I follow you guys, that Nikolai should be giving birth by now."

Darius: "..."

Ray coughed to suppress his laugh. I know rolling eyes is mannerless, but why does His Grace’s blank face look funny?

The already guilty Allen: "... I apologize."

Xion waved his hand. "Nah, you were just unaware," he trotted toward Darius and sat cross-legged on the floor near the cushioned seat. "Give me your wrist."

How many healers had claimed to ease his problem until now? Even the most arrogant royal healers had never dared to utter more than necessary.

Yet here he was, casually ordering the Archduke to offer his wrist as if he were a mere commoner.

Despite that, Darius decided to entertain Xion. Holding his hand with his palm up, he sat there as if not looking forward to his cure but rather watching an interesting show.

Xion did not notice anything. He curled his palm on the soft skin and felt the rhythm of the heartbeat at the tips of his fingers.

Instead of measuring only the vital stats, this time, Xion drilled a thin tendril of his mana into the skin.

As the wisp floated in Darius’ arm, Xion ’saw’ every part, every vein clearly. It was as if he were doing an advanced scan.

What a convenient skill!

However, his giddiness evaporated when he reached Rael’s heart. It was as though a war was raging inside Darius’ body. Not a war of victory but one of decay.

A lump of mass was tirelessly pumping blood, but there were obvious signs of festering on it.

If that was not enough, the child’s entire body was rotting. The dark mana was drilling into the tender veins, leaking poison into his system.

His lungs were covered in blackened patches, like a corpse unearthed from deep waters.

His muscles fared no better. Fibers snapped and reconnected in a torturous loop of decay and forced renewal.

Most horrifying of all was his skeletal system. There were fractures snaking along the bones like spiderwebs.

There was a thin layer of mana preventing any foreign energy from interfering with the process of regeneration. If even slightly disturbed, Darius might drop dead any second.

Xion recognized it. The familiar thrum was similar to the energy stored in Rael’s locket.

When Xion met Rael for the first time, the child was suffering from a high fever. Back then, Xion had not taken the violent mana seriously at all.

But now, he knew. No wonder Rael always seemed lazy. The poor child had no vitality to accomplish anything, yet he carried out his tasks effortlessly.

Even he might have never guessed that Rael was in this much pain.

Forcing himself to calm down, Xion continued to ’see’ Rael’s entire body. From his stomach to his liver, every limb was in the same state of rotting and repairing.

His fingers shook, and when he opened his eyes, there was a thin sheen of watery mist. "You!" he yelled. His shout made Allen flinch.

"Are you an idiot!"

Now, normally, Ray would have already unsheathed his sword to cut the despicable tongue, which dared to disrespect his master. However, this time, he did not do so.

Instead, he cautiously took a step back and continued to observe. Until now, he never knew that watching his master get scolded would be this... funny.

"Your body is deteriorating. What are you doing pacing around like some hero?"

Xion huffed at the dazed child before turning to look at Allen. "And you. Are you not his healer? Or alchemist? How can you let him do it? Forget walking, this child should not even be allowed to step out of his bed!"

Allen looked at the said child. The ruthless Archduke looked speechless. So, the alchemist decided to keep his mouth shut as well.

Xion shook his head, exasperated by the situation. His gaze fell on the pale-faced Rael, and he suddenly recalled how, just yesterday, he had swung the twig and ridden the carriage on the bumpy ride.

"Oh god," Xion muttered. He sprang to his feet. He did not even bother to talk with Rael before picking the certain prince in his arms and striding toward the huge bed.

"Stay there. Don’t you dare run around," Xion ordered while covering the silent boy with a duvet.

"Allen, stay with him. Don’t let him move even an inch, okay?"

What was poor Allen supposed to answer? His master was still silent, without any intention to stop the unruly healer. But they always say that geniuses have some weird quirks.

"I understand." Allen bowed respectfully.

With that, Xion dashed toward his room with his bag still slung over his shoulder. Anything in his bag was useless at this point.

No wonder Rael would often have a fever. His body had been fighting so hard that it was inevitable.

He slammed the door of his room shut and frantically knocked on the system panel.

He had strolled through it last night, so he knew his destination was the newly opened section under the category of magic and mana.