Reborn into Beast Tamer Clan with Monsters-Only Affinity-Chapter 42: Millie

Millie stepped closer to the bed, her hands shaking slightly as she hovered them above Axelius’s wounded body. She took a deep breath, her eyes squeezing shut, and the green light brightened, spilling over his skin like flowing water.

The cuts began to knit together slowly, the bruises fading just slightly as the magic worked its way through his body. Axelius’s breathing steadied, his face losing some of its pale, strained look. freēwēbnovel.com

"It’s working...She’s healing him" Andrius whispered, watching in awe.

"Good," Vivienne said, her voice softening just a bit. "Keep going, Millie. But remember...only enough to stabilize him."

Millie nodded, sweat beginning to form on her brow as she concentrated harder, her green mana pulsing steadily.

The cuts began to knit together slowly, the bruises fading just slightly as the magic worked its way through his body. Axelius’s breathing steadied, his face losing some of its pale, strained look.

"It’s working..." Andrius whispered, watching in awe.

"Good," Vivienne said, her voice softening just a bit. "Keep going, Millie. But remember...only enough to stabilize him."

Millie nodded, sweat beginning to form on her brow as she concentrated harder, her green mana pulsing steadily.

Millie’s green aura flickered around her hands, weaving through Axelius’s wounds as she continued to stabilize him. But just as some of the deeper gashes began to close slightly, she suddenly paused, her hands trembling. Her eyes, glowing with that soft green light, scanned over Axelius’s body.

"This isn’t enough..." Millie whispered, her voice shaky. "He’s lost too much blood..."

Vivienne’s eyes widened in alarm. "Then we need to do a transfusion. Now," she declared, already rolling up her sleeve. "Take mine!"

Millie hesitated, turning her glowing gaze toward Vivienne. Her eyes shone brighter, like she was scanning beneath the surface, and after a few seconds, she shook her head. "I’m sorry, Lady Vivienne...but your blood doesn’t match Young Master Axelius," she said regretfully.

Vivienne’s expression faltered, desperation flickering in her eyes. "Then who...who does?"

Millie’s eyes drifted across the room, landing on Andrius. Her eyes pulsed green again, and she nodded firmly. "Master Andrius...it’s you."

Both Andrius and Vivienne turned to her, stunned. Andrius blinked, his expression caught somewhere between disbelief and shock. "Me?"

"Yes, Master" Millie confirmed, her voice steady. "Your blood matches."

Vivienne didn’t waste a second. She turned to Andrius, eyes fierce. "Andrius, give him your blood," she ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Now."

Andrius snapped back to reality, nodding firmly. "Right," he said, rolling up his sleeve. He reached for his belt, but Vivienne was faster. She pulled out a slender knife and pressed it into his hand. "Here," she urged.

Without hesitation, Andrius took the blade and sliced across his palm, crimson blood welling up instantly. He winced but held steady, extending his hand toward Millie.

Millie, her hands still glowing green, gently grabbed his wounded palm with one hand and reached out to touch Axelius’s chest with the other. "Please Hold still," she whispered, and her green aura flared brighter.

The moment her hands connected both of them, something strange happened. Andrius’s blood didn’t drip—it flowed, almost like liquid threads of crimson light. It shimmered in the air, weaving through Millie’s green aura before spiraling toward Axelius’s wounds.

"W-What is this..." Andrius murmured, eyes wide. He could feel it—a pull, like his blood was being gently siphoned away, but without the usual pain or weakness.

"Blood Transference," Vivienne said,

Vivienne watched, amazed as the blood was pulled from Andrius’s hand, weaving through the air, and disappearing into Axelius’s body. His wounds began to flush with color, knitting together bit by bit. Axelius grunted in pain, his fists clenching as the magic did its work. His breathing, though still heavy, grew a little stronger.

"You’re doing good, Andrius," Vivienne said, her voice softening as she saw Axelius’s color returning. "Just a little more..."

"I’m fine," Andrius replied, though his face was pale, beads of sweat forming along his brow. He held firm, determined not to falter.

Millie’s eyes blazed brighter, her concentration unyielding. "Almost...there..." she murmured. The green light flickered one last time, and finally, she released both of their hands.

Andrius stumbled back a step, catching himself against the wall, breathing heavily. Millie collapsed to her knees, panting but relieved. "I...I did it," she whispered, a small smile spreading across her face.

Axelius lay still, his breathing even but his eyes still closed. The wounds were sealed enough to stop the bleeding, the bruises slightly faded. He was still hurt, but out of danger.

Vivienne placed a hand on Millie’s shoulder, her expression full of gratitude and awe. "You saved him, Millie," she whispered.

As the last threads of crimson light disappeared into Axelius’s body, Andrius staggered backward, his knees almost giving out. His face was pale, eyes heavy with exhaustion. Before he could collapse, Vivienne was already there, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and steadying him. "Easy, Andrius... I got you," she murmured, her voice both firm and gentle.

Andrius nodded weakly, leaning some of his weight onto her. "That...was something," he whispered, blinking rapidly to clear the haze from his eyes. His gaze drifted over to Millie, who was still kneeling on the floor, breathing heavily. "Millie...you..."

"He’s safe now..." Millie whispered, a faint smile on her lips. But before she could say another word, her eyes rolled back, and she slumped forward.

"Millie!" Vivienne exclaimed, her eyes wide. She gently lowered Andrius onto a chair and rushed to Millie’s side, catching her just before she hit the floor. "Millie... Hey, wake up..."

Andrius, still regaining his strength, forced himself to sit up straight, watching with worry. "Is she alright?"

Vivienne pressed her fingers to Millie’s neck, feeling the steady thrum of her heartbeat. "She just passed out... I think she overdid it," she said with a sigh of relief.

She gently helped Millie into a sitting position, leaning her against the wall for support. "She’ll be fine. But that magic...it was incredible."

Before they could process what had just happened, a presence loomed near the door. Andrius, his senses still sharp despite his fatigue, noticed it first. His eyes narrowed, and he straightened up. "Someone’s there..."

Vivienne followed his gaze, and her eyes went wide with shock. "F-Father!"

The Duke stood in the doorway, his expression grim and unyielding. His eyes scanned the room, locking onto Axelius’s unconscious form, the blood stains on the floor, and Millie slumped against the wall. Without a word, he moved swiftly to the window, yanking the heavy curtains closed with a sharp swish. The room darkened, casting long shadows across their faces.

"No one must see this," the Duke said, his voice low and commanding. He turned to face them, eyes sharp and unyielding. "Healing... It’s far too rare. We cannot risk the rumors spreading."

Vivienne nodded firmly. "Yes, Father."

Andrius, still catching his breath, managed to sit up straighter. "What do we do now?"

The Duke’s gaze fell upon Millie, who remained unconscious but breathing steadily. "We keep this quiet... No word leaves this estate." He looked back at Axelius, eyes narrowing. "And as for him..."

Vivienne clenched her fists. "He’s out of danger, Father. That’s all that matters."

The Duke’s expression softened just a fraction before hardening again. "For now...but we have much to discuss."