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

Being a curious little kitten, Xion peeked from over Allen's shoulder.

Then he saw her. A lady with a bun, and a single curly flick framing her beautiful face.

However, no matter how perfectly shaped her face was, or how striking her cold aura, the first thing that drew everyone's attention was her white eyes.

They were not murky like those orcs. They were pure white, like a fluff of cotton.

Xion clenched his fists, forcing down the surge of rage when he saw her.

She is a person of this world. She is not her. She would never smile at me. She would never talk to me.

"If you excuse us," the lady said gently to the only nuisance.

"Of course," Allen's father bowed slightly. He glared at Allen and then went off.

"Is it convenient to talk to you, Xion?"

While Allen respectfully nodded his head to greet the lady, Xion went back to rest on Allen's shoulder. Yet his body was too stiff.

Be Honest