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 "...!!!!"

[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke

Allen soon arrived. He skidded to a halt the moment he saw the scene before him.

Ray was crouched beside Xion, his hands glowing faintly as he tried to stop the bleeding.

Without hesitation, Allen dropped to his knees and reached for Xion. His long fingers easily tore open the blood-soaked fabric to assess the injuries.

A deep wound ran dangerously close to Xion's heart. His leg was badly swollen, most likely broken. Blood pooled around him, soaking the ruined floor red.

Even with Ray's mana, Xion's breathing was growing weaker.

Too much blood loss. If they had arrived any later—

"Noxian, go get my bag. His breathing is getting low."

The urgency in Allen's voice snapped Noxian into action. The boy scrambled away.

Allen pulled a vial from his pouch, uncorking it swiftly. The bitter scent of crushed herbs and concentrated mana filled the air.

Devil's Wrath