[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 296

Chapter 296: The Archduke Is Very Generous

"The King had died."

The news came like a silent storm after shrouding the entire capital city in the lingering grey fog of demise.

It slowly spread into every alley, every recess until the birds fell silent and even the wind itself seemed to carry the weight of it.

At first, neither Nazia nor the Archduke spoke. Not because they didn’t understand, but because they did.

The King was no ordinary ruler of some small turf, and his death was no ordinary event either.

He had ruled with iron fists, magic, and fear. To die now, of all times, exactly on the day of the Archduke’s wedding, felt less like a coincidence and more like a catalyst.

A trigger for something terrible to happen.

The fact alone that the news was delivered to them so fast was jarring in itself.

His Majesty had passed before dawn.

However, before the sun had even touched the castle’s tallest spire, a royal decree had arrived through a sealed teleportation channel — the kind that was solely reserved for war, death, or royal upheaval.

To proceed with the wedding would be to defy protocol. It would be a show of blatant disrespect to the emperor’s glorious memory.

But to halt the ceremony at this point would be far worse.

It would be bowing the head to a throne that had done nothing but try to break them for years. All the perils and misfortune they had been through for the past few years would be for nothing.

Nazia didn’t need time to think. She understood His Grace too well.

Darius Rael Darkhelm would never kneel in front of that throne. Not to the late King, and certainly not to the brat now crowned in his place.

Ah, yes. She corrected herself mentally... not a brat but the new King.

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Holding such extreme power of adults along with the arrogance of youth was nothing but inviting trouble. Especially when Silas had always been the sort to play with fire, believing himself immune to the burn.

A week of mourning would begin soon. The entire kingdom would be expected to lower its head. Then they would crown the new ruler, His Majesty Silas Velaria.

No matter what they did next, it would be as if someone had already dug a grave, and Darius was expected to step into it willingly.

"Nazia, let’s get ready for the day."

The Archduke discarded the outer robe before stepping into the study. The warm air hit his face, making his frown relax, albeit only a little.

Nazia had to think before her eyes widened slightly. "Your Grace? We are..."

With how long she had been serving the archduchy, it wasn’t hard for her to speculate what His Grace was hinting at, but she found it hard to voice out.

"It’s my wedding, Nazia," Darius said, voice smooth as velvet, but now there was a trace of dark tint coloring everything in sight. "I haven’t seen him in hours. How much longer should I wait?"

Nazia sucked in a cold breath. She knew it, hadn’t she?

This Archduke with blood-stained hands and a frozen soul had only ever become emotional when Xion was mentioned.

The King’s death meant nothing to him. Perhaps it should have. The old monarch had been his uncle by blood, if nothing else.

But Darius had only ever received cold orders and a battlefield for a childhood.

This was precisely why Nazia had expected him to show something after hearing the news. Maybe a small, satisfied smile? A tiny wisp of pleased joy, perhaps?

But no, there was nothing but a cold, unbothered look.

Come to think of it, his silence was an answer in itself. There was no victory in the king’s sudden death nor was there any joy. Only the shifting of enemies.

Her fingers clenched over the blue silk of the royal decree bearing a mourning memorandum.

She touched the frayed edges of the embroidered corners ( the result of the teleportation) absentmindedly as she thought about the character of her master.

Others might not agree with her, however, of all the qualities Darius possessed, it was his generosity that stood out the most.

He had always given freely. Lavishly.

He would give impossible privileges to the ones he favors.

Be it riches and power, all the loyal subjects had them in abundance and it was one of the reasons why they never felt the need to betray.

"It is a good day," she whispered to herself. "A day for the crown to fall. And for the devil to wed the blessed being."

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