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

Legacy. Darius knew no word more intimately than this. His father had continuously drilled into him what their legacy meant, and how, even at the tender age of five, it was his solemn duty to guard it with his own life.

At times, Darius had felt relieved. Having a legacy gave him purpose, something to strive for, and if he managed to do splendid work, his dear father would look at him.

Perhaps he might speak more than a few words to him, or just maybe, even offer a hug.

All the hugs he had received were from his nanny.

One in the morning when she would help him down the stairs, one in the night when he would doze off at some random corner exhausted from trying to memorize the names of noble houses.

Despite that he was glad. Albeit tired, little Darius was delighted. He had a very important responsibility to hold after all.

A Glimpse Into The Past