[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 292

Chapter 292: The Rage of Saintess

"It failed!" Talia snarled, her golden eyes ablaze with anger. "How can you be so stupid!?"

The royal princess—once coddled, adored, and handed every luxury on a silver platter—was now forced to dwell among these pitiful peasants.

She had to play the role of the benevolent noble, smiling at fools who couldn’t spell their own names, and that alone was humiliating enough.

But this? This was unforgivable.

It had taken her months to cultivate those plants, Purple Light, and now they were nothing but ash.

Helen knelt before her, trembling as she tearfully gazed at her. "Y-Your Holiness..."

Her fearful voice only enraged Talia further.

Two guards stood like statues beside Helen, the very ones responsible for security.

Worthless. All of them. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

She knew Xion wouldn’t sit idle. The very reason she had shown him the Purple Light was to provoke him, to test him.

She had baited the trap perfectly. And yet, everything had gone up in flames.

She had only been gone for a brief visit to Marquis Hale. How could everything unravel so quickly?

Talia had believed she’d stayed hidden. She knew she was being watched, that her every move was being scrutinized by those in power, but she hadn’t thought it mattered.

As long as she didn’t interfere with their interests, they would leave her be.

But now, she understood it more accurately. The Archduke wasn’t just indifferent to her anymore. He despised her.

And that filthy slut Xion, with his tainted past of living in slums and broken lineage, still managed to seduce the Archduke?

Talia’s lip curled in revulsion.

Xion was half-royal, and half-vermin. His father had fallen from power now. Marquis Vaelis wasn’t even a marquis in name anymore. He may have still held the title of a noble, but he wielded no real influence.

Xion, just like before, should have been beneath her notice. A gutter-born bastard with barely a thread of noble blood. Yet the world dared compare them?

No. Never.

She had been trained since birth. From the correct manner to walk to the polite way of speaking. They were even taught how to breathe in a courtly rhythm.

A single misstep could stain the family’s honor after all, and she had never failed.

But Xion had nothing. No tutors. No etiquette. No refinement. Yet somehow, that pretty little face of his, like some doll carved by divine hands, was enough to make people forget what he truly was.

Why?

Why did he get the recognition so easily, when she, who had bent over backward helping those filthy Northerners for months, hadn’t received so much as a scrap of praise from the Archduke?

Oh, wait. She had received something.

Early in the morning, a black box was delivered. The moment she opened it a chill ran down her spine.

It wasn’t the charred remains of her beloved Purple Light plant filled at the bottom of the box that scared her. Nor was it the bloodied head of her maid that looked straight at her with horrified eyes.

At least, not until her title as the Saintess was formally secured. She had waited so patiently and when the fruit of her labor was only a few days away, she really couldn’t afford to deal with the street rat for now.

Yes. She thought as she clapped her hands in excitement. I can use that.

"Cease the plan," she ordered to the guards. The next step of sending the Purrple Tea to her beloved brother was halted.

Nothing but a whore dressed like an angel, worshipped by fools who thought that he was the blessed.