Reborn into Beast Tamer Clan with Monsters-Only Affinity-Chapter 41: Badly injured

Vivienne soared through the air, cradling Axelius in her arms, her eyes scanning the battlefield below. Lifeless bodies of wyverns and goblins were scattered across the grounds like broken toys, their twisted forms unmoving. Smoke curled from the places they crashed, and the guards stood around in stunned silence, their weapons still raised as if expecting another attack.

"What just happened...?" Vivienne murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Her phoenix screeched softly from her shoulder, its flames dimmed now, feathers ruffled from the battle.

With a gentle descent, they landed on the ground, the wind swirling dust around them. Vivienne stepped off, her grip still firm on Axelius as she looked around. The phoenix flapped its wings once, then shrank down with a flash of light, perching neatly on Vivienne’s shoulder. Its eyes glowed with a flicker of fire, watching the scene warily.

"Young Master!" Millie cried out, rushing toward them with panic in her eyes. She reached out, hands trembling, but Vivienne held Axelius tightly. "He’s hurt badly..."

Vivienne’s expression hardened. She turned to the nearest guard. "Call the physician immediately!" she ordered, her voice sharp and unyielding. The guard snapped out of his stupor, nodding quickly before dashing off toward the mansion.

Without another word, they hurried inside, Millie following closely, her hands clasped nervously. As they moved through the halls, the maids and butlers gasped, whispering amongst themselves as they saw Axelius limp in Vivienne’s arms, blood staining his clothes.

"Young Master..." Millie whispered, eyes glimmering with tears.

A soft groan escaped Axelius’s lips. His eyelids fluttered, and with effort, they cracked open. The first thing he saw was a familiar blue blob sitting right on his chest, practically bouncing in worry. "Axel! Don’t you dare die!" Owen shouted, his slimy form jiggling anxiously.

Axelius gave a weak chuckle but immediately winced, a sharp pain flaring in his ribs. "I-I’m not...gonna die, idiot..." he muttered, his voice barely a whisper.

Vivienne’s eyes flickered with relief upon hearing his voice, but before she could say anything, Axelius’s eyes rolled back, and he slumped back into unconsciousness. "Axelius?" she called softly, but he did not respond.

"Out of the way!" came a gruff voice from the hallway, and Andrius appeared, his expression darkening as he saw Axelius motionless in Vivienne’s arms.

"What happened to him?!" he demanded, stepping forward with urgency.

Andrius’s brows furrowed, his jaw clenched. "Damn it..." he cursed under his breath, then turned to the guards who had followed behind him. "Secure the perimeter! Make sure there are no more of those monsters lurking around."

The guards saluted and rushed off, their armor clanking loudly as they ran.

"We need to get him to the physician. Now," Andrius said, stepping forward to help. His arms reached out, but Vivienne shook her head. "I’ve got him. Just clear the way."

"Understood," Andrius nodded, turning sharply and barking orders to the remaining guards to clear the halls. The path to the medical wing was long, but with Andrius shouting orders and Vivienne moving with purpose, there was no hesitation.

"Young Master...he’s gonna be okay, right?" Millie asked softly, her voice shaking.

Vivienne didn’t answer immediately. Her eyes were fixed forward, her grip on Axelius gentle but firm. "He’s stronger than he looks," she finally said, her voice softening. "He’ll be fine."

Owen, still bouncing on Axelius’s chest, quivered. "You better not die, Axel," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "I won’t forgive you if you do."

As they neared the double doors leading to the physician’s quarters, Vivienne turned to Andrius. "I want a full report later," she said firmly. "Everything."

Andrius nodded. They reached a room, Vivienne gently laid Axelius down on the bed, His face was pale, but his chest rose and fell steadily.

Andrius burst into the bathroom, yanking open the cabinets and grabbing clean towels, a basin of water, and a small vial of medicinal herbs. He hurried back to the room, his footsteps echoing down the hallway. When he returned, Vivienne was already by Axelius’s side, her hands working quickly to peel away the tattered remains of his clothes.

As the fabric slipped away, both Andrius and Vivienne paused. Axelius’s shoulders were marred with deep gashes from the wyvern’s claws, angry and red, still bleeding slightly. His skin was marked with violet bruises spreading across his ribs and stomach, and there were thin, jagged scratches from his fall through the branches.

"Damn..." Andrius muttered, setting the water and supplies down.

"The physician is taking too long," Vivienne said, her voice steady but sharp. "We have to clean these wounds now."

Without hesitation, she dipped a cloth into the water and began wiping away the dirt and dried blood. Axelius flinched in his unconscious state, a low groan slipping past his lips. His breathing grew ragged, his chest rising and falling unevenly. Sweat beaded along his forehead, and his hands clenched into weak fists.

"He’s getting worse..." Andrius gritted his teeth, grabbing another cloth and helping Vivienne clean the wounds. But as they worked, Axelius’s breathing grew more shallow, his skin turning pale.

"Where’s the physician?!" Vivienne shouted, panic slipping into her voice.

Andrius stood and yelled toward the door, "Someone get the physician now!"

A guard hurried in, breathing heavily. "The physician...he’s occupied, my lady. Lady Ellory and Young master Cyruz...they were also injured in the attack."

Vivienne’s hands shook as she tried to slow the bleeding, her gaze flickering to Axelius’s pale face.

Suddenly, Millie stepped forward, her eyes brimming with determination. She reached out and grabbed Vivienne’s arm, surprising everyone in the room. "Lady Vivienne...I-I can help," she stammered, her voice shaking but firm.

Vivienne blinked at her, eyes sharp. "You?"

Millie nodded, raising her hands. A soft, green light shimmered from her fingertips, swirling gently around her palms. It pulsed with warmth, delicate but strong.

"Please...let me, Lady Vivienne," Millie begged, her eyes shining with desperation. "Before it’s too late!"

For a moment, there was only silence, the flickering of green light casting long shadows across the walls. Then Vivienne set her jaw and nodded firmly. "Fine. Do it," she ordered, voice strong. "But listen carefully—don’t fully heal him. Just enough to pull him back from danger. Understand?"

Millie swallowed hard, nodding quickly. Vivienne glanced around the room, eyes sharp. "Everyone, out. Now."

The maids and servants hesitated for only a moment before rushing out, closing the door behind them.