Kuroitsuki

Xion Aijawa thought his life was finally coming together. That is, until he tried saving a cat stuck in a tree, fell into a pit, and... died

In his disoriented sate of "Freshly dead" the silly Xion accepted a strange request and ended up transmigrating into the world full of dungeons and Mana. 

He became illegitimate child of Marquis family hated by his three siblings.

According to the memory of the original owner of the body, Xion only had a month to live.

So, taking the cover of the banquet, Xion ran away. Aided by a mysterious Mall System, he makes his way to the distant borderlands, hoping to put his past behind him. 

But fate has other plans-. Xion ends up saving Darius Rael Darkhelm, the feared Archduke of the North, notorious for his ruthless and deranged nature. 

The silly Xion tried to run away but...

 Xion's heart thumped loudly as Darius effortlessly pinned his wrists using only one hand.

"I've heard you tried to run away."

Darius gently caressed Xion's pale cheek, "That must be a lie... After all, I've given you things even the royal family can't have. Isn't that right, my dear healer?" 

Xion gulped when Darius's thumb brushed his lower lip as a chilling smirk remained on his handsome face.

 "I-I think I should leave, Your Grace. I've overstayed my welcome..."

The room grew cold, and struggling Xion shivered.

 Darius's green eyes dimmed before lighting up with a dangerous glint. 

Xion felt a pit growing in his stomach when he saw the deranged archduke smile. Darius never smiled. And whenever he did, it only meant trouble.

"You're right," Darius said calmly. "So, let's get married."

Xion "...!!!!"
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This book will lean toward dark romance, but there will be no r@pe. This author doesn't like glorifying SA as romance.

[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke

"I need to inform my patients. As for those who need more medicine, I will leave them with the neighbor shop...." He muttered to himself while taking another sip.

The blandness of the liquid spread across his tongue, and he nearly grimaced.

It even had a slight bitterness as an aftertaste. He could not help but wrinkle his nose. Ew.

Xion had a rule. Never waste food.

So, even if his tongue recoiled at the thought of having intimate contact with the white, transparent liquid, he still forced himself to swallow every drop.

Gulp... Finally, no more.

His brows furrowed in disgust, and he finally could not hold back. He turned to Rael, "This does not taste good."

His words caused the corners of Darius' lips to curl up.

The Alderwood Mist, a centuries-old blend, was cherished by royalty for its ancient origins and elusive flavor.

Who Hurt Xion?