[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 295

Chapter 295: Where the Moon Will Never Fall

Georgie Maximus stood beneath the broad shade of the ancient tree. In his hands rested a delicate wooden box, no larger than two open palms.

Its surface shimmered with tiny, exquisite jewels used to design the outer layer, and the craftsmanship alone was enough for the onlookers to have fanciful thoughts of the content inside.

With a slight smile that reflected the well-bred grace of his refined character, he bowed deeply to the Archduke. "It was my pride that had made me blind. I sincerely hope that you can forgive me, Your Grace."

From his humble plea to his perfectly composed posture of remorse, no one could find a single flaw in Georgie.

Just days ago, this same royal minister had scorned the northern people, calling them savages. Who would have thought that instead of going back to the royal capital, he would return to ask for forgiveness?

Ray let out a short, derisive snort, already shifting his stance to throw the man out.

However, much to his surprise, the Archduke, who had been silent all this time, suddenly smiled.

Without saying a word, Ray took a few steps back. It was better not to meddle with His Grace’s business.

The Archduke’s smile was not warm, but neither was it cruel. It was exactly the kind that unsettled men more than anger ever could. And didn’t Georgie know that?

They had all heard the rumors of how His Grace had those cursed eyes that could see through others.

But no matter what, Georgie was confident in his skills. If not for that, he wouldn’t be the royal minister. He had dabbled with countless people from all walks of life.

In the end, it was only interest that lasted longer than anything.

Sure enough, His Grace waved his hand. Although there were no words said, his gift was accepted by the brute of a knight.

The first step was to get his gift accepted, and the second was to get close to the Archduke, close enough so he could get his hands on that healer.

For the sake of that, he was willing to suffer and stay a few more days, one to be exact, before returning.

To gain that closeness, it was better to retreat for now.

Darius was almost amused at how ugly this minister looked. Even his back was covered with the slimy black fog, weighing on him like boulders and yet he was happy to bear that burden.

How ridiculous.

"Put it away," Darius calmly ordered Ray without even looking at what was placed inside.

He had other things to care about, like the preparations for the wedding. In just one more day, Xion would be his... Forever.

"Go and make sure the things are ready for tomorrow."

"Yes, Your Grace," Ray said so with a respectful tone. However, internally, he was utterly restless.

He, the knight commander, and the loyal friend of the Archduke, was given a special task.

It was to make sure that everything was perfect on Xion’s side. From clothing to food, everything had to go through his own inspection.

Was he happy for Darius? Yes, without a doubt, he was.

He had never believed that there would be someone who could love His Grace for who he truly was.

No one was more deserving to stand beside Darius than Xion.

It was precisely this that was making his chest feel heavy. There was also no person who could protect Xion better than the Archduke.

Both were equally important to Ray.

One was his master, a man whom he had sworn to serve with all his strength, while the other was the one who had taught him that there were other things than getting better abdominal muscles and winning fights.

In the middle of the bustling room, he stood frozen, watching Xion nodding to the decorative jewel.

His grip on the wooden box tightened until a crack was heard.

His head jerked forward under the pressure of the sudden smack.

"Hey!" The knight hissed as he rubbed the back of his head. His anger rose sharply when he saw that calm, detached look on Allen’s face.

"What the heck do you want?" There was not even a trace of politeness when he talked to the Alchemist.

"You."

That made Ray’s eyebrows twitch. "Speak properly! Do you want others to misunderstand about our relationship?"

Allen blinked innocently. "Misunderstood what?" There was a slight frown on his smooth forehead as if the poor alchemist really couldn’t understand what this was all about.

"I want you to come with me and check the collection of gifts."

Gifts...

But then it struck him. Allen was the one who wrote that abominable Love Guide, so of course, he would be much more experienced than him.

How embarrassing!!!

What a fool, Allen thought and finally dragged the stunned Ray away.