I Love Destroying Worlds' Plot [BL]

Damian Adrienne had stared silently at the beautiful young man in front of him. His face is androgynous, as it's harder to guess his gender just based on his appearance alone. His features were refined to perfection especially those seductive phoenix-shaped eyes that can catch anyone's heart when stared at.         

    

Such unblemished skin with pigment-perfect tincture complexion crescented shaped eyebrows which moves to match the hidden mirth within those aureate orbs. Those blossom pink lips are now upturned as a peal of laughter comes out of it. Even a mellow voice of joy lingers in his ears. Such a seductive yet untainted being, Eirwen Night is the first one to make this duke's heartbeat raise.     

Damian Adrienne immediately averted his eyes from such a strange creature. His heartbeats were erratic and even if he tried to calm it down, it wouldn't listen to his commands.      

'What the hell is this feeling?' Thought of the duke while frowning.     

But before he could think of an answer the legs on his knees moved away. Ice slightly covered the swollen area and a soft pair of white slippers appeared in thin air. Eirwen wore a pair of slippers.     

"It's alright now, Duke Damian," said Eirwen Night but the duke noticed that desolation within the young man's voice.     

Because of this, the duke ignores the weirdness he had experienced just now. He took a seat at the other stone chair opposite of Lady Night and waited for the others to return. When the children returned with food, Eirwen ate enough to remove the hunger in his stomach. He was rubbing his slightly bloated stomach to ease the pain.      

Eirwen Night noticed the duke looking at his stomach.     

"What is wrong with you, duke?" he asked lightly.     

Duke Damian naturally averted his gaze as he replied, "Nothing."     

[Host this duke is really acting weird. Why is he staring at your stomach just now.]     

"His habit must be sticking out. Doesn't your lord like to rub my tummy every time we finish eating? That's one of my husband's habits." replied Eirwen in his mind.     

[Right! Then is the duke the lord god's soul fragment?]     

"Not sure. My heart isn't beating weirdly in his presence. So I am not sure if he is really him. That's why I avoid him." answered Eirwen.     

They've eaten enough to be full. Afterward, the children lead the adults to their houses. They first went to Blake's place. In a dilated house on the outskirts of the kingdom, a small wooden house stood with a small storage for smithing materials.     

The little boy named Blake took the lead of the guest. He was holding Lady Night's hand as she led her to his home.     

Blake spoke, "Lady Night, this is my house. It's small, please bear with it."     

Eirwen pats the boy's head gently. "Worry not, child. I may hate dirty but not this kind. A small home is still home as long there is a family in it. No matter how large the house is, if there is no family in it then it's nothing but an empty playhouse. Bring us to your father. You say that his arm is not good." he said.     

Blake grinned when he heard what this lady in white dress said. He knew that even though Lady Night might be noble, he would never look down on his family even if they are poor.      

"Thank you Big Brother Night!" said Blake.      

The words the boys had spoken rendered most everyone dumbfounded, especially the town doctor who didn't know about Lady Night's identity. The rest were just surprised that the child knew about it.      

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The town doctor stared at Eirwen like a freak but didn't dare shout the words clogged in his mouth when he saw the warning gazes coming from the soldiers behind him. Even the Duke himself had given him a cold glance. Since he was afraid of death the doctor chooses not to say anything about the young lady's real gender.      

Eirwen showed an amused smile at the child. "How did you know?"      

"I saw it. When you kicked that uncle's face, you were wearing underpants. Those were something only guys can wear. Mother told me about this!" answered Blake honestly.      

"Are you not surprised seeing a man like me wear girl's clothes?" asked Eirwen curiously.      

Blake replies, "No. There are a lot of big brothers in the Adventurer's Guild. They looked like hairy men and wore cute pink dresses. They say it's a hobby. Lady Night is the most pretty among all. More good-looking than my mother!"          

    

Lady Night lightly taps the boy's nose, "You have quite a sweet mouth. Jiejie likes it~" said Eirwen.      

"Mother says that too," responded Blake.     

With Blake leading he pulled Eirwen inside the house. The doctor, the other two children, and the duke were the only ones who followed them inside. The knights waited outside the house. Upon seeing them a lady wearing an apron was startled by their arrival. This aunt is the mother of Blake.     

"Blake, who are these people? Am I seeing things right? Isn't that person the duke?!" she whispered to her son who runs over to her.     

"Mother. Mother. Lady Night says he will help father cure his arms." said Blake.     

"Lady Night?"     

At this moment Eirwen steps into their conversation and introduces himself.     

"My name is Eirwen Night. I am one of the Saintess candidates. I heard about your spouse's situation from your son. Can we meet him?" said Eirwen.     

Those who didn't know who Eirwen Night is, were shocked when they heard of his position as the Saintess Candidate.     

The doctor said, "B-But you're a man?" he said.     

Eirwen Night glances at the doctor expressionless and says, "Is the Saint can only be a female? Like the pope, they could be a man and woman as long as you have enough capabilities to do so. This is like how there are Gods as there are Goddesses."     

The doctor was rendered speechless by those words and shut his rude mouth.     

"L-Lady Night. Are you here to cure my husband?" asked the teary-eyed aunt in front of him.     

Eirwen Night spoke, "Yes, lead the way."     

The madam of the house had led the small group to the main bedroom where they were assaulted by the scent of herbs the moment they entered, there's even a hint of blood.     

"Yue, didn't you tell me that it's only a sprain ligament and dislocation, how could there be a scent of blood?" asked Eirwen in his head.     

[Host go see him fast. This human had attempted suicide and slit his wrist due to depression!]     

Eirwen murmured, "How foolish!" He then looked behind and said, "Blake, stay outside, I will call for you when we finish treating your father."     

Blake nodded his head despite his confusion, only when the boy had gone out of the house did Eirwen let the madam open the door of the bedroom. Once they entered the madam who almost shrieked and had her mouth covered by Lady Night. It was the slight of his bloodless husband with his wrist cut bleeding.      

"Ky---!!!"     

"Don't shout, the reason I didn't let Blake in is because I smell blood. We came on time and he is alive," said Eirwen.     

The doctor, "Hih!!"      

Meanwhile, he saw the doctor following him tremble at this sight. Clearly, this doctor hasn't learned well enough to be a qualified doctor. Eirwen coldly glances at the doctor.     

Eirwen spoke, "Now, I am sure that the useless one is the doctor. What kind of doctor would shriek at the sight of blood? Hmp! Useless." Then the moment he said those words the pixies surrounding him had turned aggressive. They turned the doctor in a block of ice and was carried out of the room.     

He ignored everyone's eyes on him and approached the dying man. Eirwen sat near the bed and checked the pulse of the man on his uninjured wrist.         

    

"Multiple blockages in meridians, strained muscles, cut veins plus weak lungs and overworked body. It is truly annoying to scold a workaholic person," murmured Eirwen as they watch him roll up his sleeves revealing a pair of smooth and thin arms. Long flexible fingers and white skin.      

They saw him place the cut wrist over the side table and watch the spilling blood stop on its own. Eirwen used his rare affinity with blood attributes to ease the bleeding. Tools for surgery had appeared out of nowhere with a single wave of his arms. Ice was used to numb the injured wrist of the unconscious man, then they watched as Eirwen stitched up the deep wounds on the wrist which almost separate itself from the arm, that's how deep the cut on the wrist is.     

Once the wrist was all stitched up, Eirwen covered it with bandages and used the holy elements inside his body, and secretly healed the open wound with it. With this, there wouldn't be aftereffects left in such a deep-cut wound. This will also look like it was healed naturally. Then he grabbed the injured shoulder, he pulled on it, and with a loud click, the dislocated bones were put in order. As for the strained muscles Eirwen placed a block of ice on it with light elements mixed with it. The holy attribute would slip through the skin's pores and heal the strain as long as the ice melted until it's gone.     

The wife of the patient and the duke watched Eirwen work on the dying man who now looked like a sleeping person. They've witnessed the man's complexion from its original paleness turned to a rosier shade. As if a god worked on him himself, this unconscious, one step to the grave person had returned to life.     

"Madam, please help me face his back in front of me. I'm going to cure his lungs next," said Eirwen.     

At first, the lady didn't react on time and stared at Eirwen in shock and amazement. Eirwen needed to call her twice before she heard him talking to her.     

"Madam. Madam, can you hear me?" said Eirwen.     

The wife of the patient said, "Ah! Y-Yes... What should I do again?"     

Duke Damian was the one who took action as he also heard Eirwen's words. He helped him with what he wanted and changed the man's position and let the latter face his back to Lady Night's direction.     

"Thank you, duke," said Eirwen before placing both his hands on his patient's back and making his qi mixed with his body's holy attribute enter the blacksmith's body. Slowly and carefully he heals the man's injured meridians and cures the ailments in his lungs.     

Eirwen Night's medical skills had been learned directly from his dad (Mo Yue). His dad is a divine doctor and a genius of the science field in their realm. No one would die in front of this divine doctor and he could heal most sickness and illness in the world unless the problems come from the soul itself. He can heal almost anything. Eirwen had grown up watching his dad and uncle which is why most of his skills were at a master level as both his dad and uncle were never ordinary kinds of beings.     

In the process of him using his own qi or mana to heal the man's ailment in lungs, Eirwen Night's face was a bit pale with cold sweat strolling down his face down to his neck. The wife of the patient noticed his sweat and grabbed a clean towel from the wardrobe. She wanted to help Eirwen wipe his sweat.      

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The duke interfered before she could do so and took the towel from her.     

"Let me do it," said Damian Adrienne.     

The madam was only startled for a moment and still passed the clean towel to the expressionless duke.     

"O-Okay."     

She watched as the emotionless duke gently wiped the hardworking young doctor's face. His movements were smooth and careful as if he had done such a thing countless times.     

Duke Damian saw the fidgeting pixies floating invisibility in ordinary people's eyes but they were visible under his sight. He could even hear their worrying chatters about Eirwen overdoing himself.     

"He would be fine. But the room is a bit hot, why don't you cool down the area a bit." said the duke.     

The madam of the house only saw the duke talking on the empty air beside the lady in a white dress who is treating her husband. She was bewildered only for a moment as she suddenly felt the temperature in the room drop dramatically after the duke had spoken. Even commoners knew the existence of spirit.     

But among all spirits, it is also well-known that ice spirits were the hardest to get along with. Not only are they obnoxious and proud, but they were also aloof and hardly like any humans.     

"Ice Spirits!?" exclaimed the madam.     

The duke gestured for her to keep silent as these ice spirits were the only kind towards Eirwen Night and were still unfriendly towards other people. An hour later Eirwen Night finally finished treating the man, except for the bandages on his cut wrist almost everything in his body had returned to normal.     

It didn't take long for the man to wake up on his own in the evening.     

"I am... still... alive?" murmured the man on the bed.         

    

SLAP!     

As soon as the man opened his eyes, what welcomed him was the teary eyes of his wife and son. He was shocked when his wife suddenly slapped his face hard then hugged him.     

"How could you take your life for such a reason!? If not for your son bringing Lady Night over you would be nothing but a corpse by now! Isn't it just an injured shoulder? We could have sold something else!"      

The breadwinner of this family stayed silent as his wife scolds her, he sat up and naturally noticed that except for the cut on his wrist his injured shoulder had been healed. He grabbed on his supposed to be crippled limb only to see it healed for good.     

Blake helps his father stop putting pressure on his injured wrist.     

"F-Father please don't use too much force on your left wrist. Lady Night says it still needs a few days before the wound closes up," said Blake.     

"Lady Night? Who is this person? Did she cure my shoulder?!" he asked as he looked around but aside from his family, there was no one else in the room. His wife and son had told him everything about Lady Night's identity, capabilities, and uniqueness.     

Then his wife hit him on his head once again when she saw his husband wanting to leave the bed.     

"Stop moving around. Lady Night says you lost too much bad and need to rest in bed for at least 2 more days. Don't look around anymore. They had left to treat Kris's mother next. Lady Night had even treated you for free, you should be thankful as if not for him coming over we would have definitely lost you."     

Seeing his wife's crying face, the blacksmith immensely regrets his action of taking his life just now. He would have never expected how much grief his wife and son would have to suffer if he truly died.     

"I... I will thank Lady Night in the future. He is... our family's savior!"     

[A/n: For those who might have forgotten Hei Anjing's skills please refer to the chapters to check.]