[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 442

Chapter 442: Reunion Gift

Serena’s once-white eyes had turned a murky yellow.

Yet unlike the Death Walkers, who snarled and drooled with ravenous hunger, she remained composed.

If not for the spider-like web of veins crawling up her neck, she might have looked the same as ever.

But those marks—those veins—reminded Xion of his own chest.

Almost instantly, the pieces clicked together in his mind.

The devil’s heart.

Back then, Darius had said he left that black stone on the bedside table, yet later they found it buried in the deep corner of the lowest drawer.

And before that day, Serena had come to visit him.

Xion had been blind then—blind not only in sight, but consumed by his own broken world—so lost he hadn’t even noticed her breath.

If not for the system, he wouldn’t have realized she was there at all.

When he had called her, she hadn’t replied. She didn’t ask about his health. Not even her usual jokes about Noxian being a brat without someone to look after him.

The Devil’s Heart had begun to change after that.

The black stone had become something far worse. It had evolved into a true heart filled with nothing but malice.

However, Serena had fallen deeper into its curse than he ever had.

"Aunt?" His voice almost cracked as he called her.

What came back was not love, not warmth. Only cold indifference greeted him.

Amused, Silas chortled. A booming, jagged sound that broke into shards, each one digging deeper into Xion’s chest.

With his bloodstained arm, Silas dragged Serena closer, resting his hand around her shoulders as if she were an old companion.

Xion’s fists clenched. He wanted nothing more than to burn that arm to ash. Maybe burn everything around him.

"She’s mine now," Silas said, grinning. "She was so eager to meet her darling again. Father Michael told her she could bring that old man back. All she had to do was..."

He left the words unfinished, but the truth writhed on Serena’s skin.

Those purple veins, pulsing with venom, were enough.

They had fed her the same poison they once forced into Xion. Perhaps it was more out of spite to make him miserable than to hurt Serena.

"Little angel, we meet again," Michael said.

His smile was bright, his caramel skin glowing with a radiance that bordered on divine. His white hair was as neat as ever.

Maybe he shone brighter than the sun struggling to hide behind dark clouds.

"But you failed me," he went on, his voice smooth, gentle, cruel. "Angels shouldn’t kill. They’re meant to be kind—obedient. They should only listen to their masters. Do you know what bad angels get?"

"Is that why you did it?" Xion asked. His voice was hollow and dry, stripped of any emotion that used to make his head dizzy.

Even to his own ears it sounded dead.

Because he truly didn’t care about the blood soaking his hands anymore.

"You’re trying to punish me by hurting them."

It was not even a question anymore. The truth was in plain sight.

"Just a little reunion gift," Michael replied softly, "for the lands that dared to betray the goddess, and for the servant who should be serving her, not the devil Archduke. I am but her humble servant."

His smile remained unshaken, radiant.

But his eyes—those damned silver-grey eyes—were swirling with darkness.

Others might not see it. But Xion had lived with Michael. He knew the signs.

This wasn’t anger anymore. It was pure, unbridled rage.

"You know what?" Xion tilted his head slightly.

His long hair brushed his dry, peeling cheeks. His entire face had an unnatural flush due to the severe cold, and yet his eyes somehow looked bright all of a sudden.

"You bastards just made it easy for me. I don’t need to find each of you jerks out separately and waste my time."

Silas looked at him with wide eyes, as if not expecting him to say anything like that. Or maybe he was more perplexed why Xion didn’t even ask about Serena.

"Xion! How dare you speak like that!"

Xion’s lips twitched, and a smirk crept up on his face. "I dare, ah. Why don’t I dare? Who are you, Michael? Nothing but a lump of flesh strewn together with the blood of innocents. You fucking stink."

Michael’s jaw clenched, his fake smile vanished, replaced by a deep scowl.

Michael treated himself as a god and as a pure vessel. So, what was the best way to mess with him than to do the opposite?

Xion would have cursed more if Michael hadn’t waved his hand.

The already tired army looked as if they had chugged down the bottles of adrenaline.

They rushed forward, not even caring about the changing color of their eyes.

Yes, Xion thought with a morbid smile. To Michael and Silas, these people aren’t worth saving.

They would kill them all after the battle.

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