Veilbreaker! Oops I Bleed Again
Chapter 40: The Healer

Chapter 40: The Healer

Naisha stood outside Draven’s tent, watching two figures running.

One was Tiara, her face red as fire.

The other?

A mystery figure wrapped in a brown blanket bolted from Draven’s tent.

Naisha’s eyes narrowed.

She followed the blanket-covered figure, but the moment she caught sight of pointed ears, she froze.

Then she quickly stormed to her original destination.

Inside the tent, Draven was rushing to put on his clothes.

As he did so, he felt something.

A pressure.

A pressure from a presence so strong, it sent a chill down his spine.

He turned around, and to his shock, there stood Naisha.

Her eyes were burning with rage.

Draven let out a nervous chuckle.

"Now, babe, before you say anything..."

Naisha cracked her knuckles.

"Better to tell me everything. If not, this is the end for you."

Draven gulped.

"This is not what you think, babe."

Naisha’s gaze lowered.

Her eyes landed on the clothes that Draven was wearing.

Those were the same clothes he had given Yena the previous day.

A dark realization dawned on her.

"So... she was here the whole night?"

Draven’s brows twitched.

"Wait, how did you jump to that conclusion?!"

Naisha folded her arms.

"So, did you enjoy yourself?"

Draven felt like his life expectancy had just dropped.

"No! Listen to me first!"

Outside, the villagers whispered.

"What’s the commotion?"

"Oh, it’s just the couple fighting again."

Back to the tent, Naisha’s rage faded.

Her expression gradually softened.

She exhaled, her voice calm and collected.

"I’ll go calm Tiara and call Mother Venice."

Draven blinked.

"Huh? That’s it?"

Naisha turned and walked away.

Draven stood frozen.

His gut told him something was very, very wrong.

His hands trembled slightly.

’Wait... why is she calm? Why didn’t she punch me?’

A terrifying thought crossed his mind.

’Is she going to kill me in my sleep? Or poison my food?’

Draven gulped.

For the first time, he truly feared for his life.

---

Inside the tent of Mother Venice, the silence was unbearable.

Tiara refused to look at Draven.

Every time her eyes drifted toward him, she remembered.

His Junior.

Her face turned red, and she quickly looked away.

Draven, on the other hand, kept glancing at Naisha.

But she was calm.

Too calm.

She didn’t look at him once.

She didn’t even acknowledge him.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Draven felt a chill.

Mother Venice eyed them suspiciously.

"Is there something that happened here that I don’t know about?"

Draven saw an opening. He quickly spoke up.

"When I woke up, Yena was already..."

"Can we proceed?" Naisha interrupted, her tone sharp but casual.

"We still need to hunt."

Draven’s mouth hung open.

She cut him off.

Completely ignored him.

"Alright," he muttered, slumping slightly.

Then, turning to Tiara, he placed his hand on her shoulder.

Tiara squeezed her eyes shut.

A system prompt flashed before Draven’s vision.

He chose yes without hesitation.

The curse shattered.

Tiara’s body trembled as a sudden warmth flooded her veins.

The change was instant.

She gasped, feeling the same awakening that Naisha and Gil had.

At the same time, Draven vomited blood.

A thick splatter hit the ground as he coughed violently.

Without a word, Naisha handed him a cloth.

Then, without waiting for a response, she turned and left.

Draven froze mid-wipe.

She didn’t even look back.

’Shit, I’m dead.’

"Are you ok?" Tiara asked with concern.

"Its fine; this is just a little blood."

Tiara looked at the blood he vomited.

"This is not a little blood you vomit; you’re losing blood too much."

Tiara helps Draven sit.

"This is the price for lifting the curses on Verdants."

Mother Venice turned to Tiara.

"How do you feel? Can you check your status?"

Tiara nodded nervously. Then she took a deep breath.

"Status!"

A glowing screen flashed before her.

[ Tiara Born, 19, Female

Identification: Verdant

Race: 60% Human and 40% Feyborn

Class: Spirit Mender (Healer), Rank D

Abilities: Fey-Touched Restoration (Healing)

Skil:

Spirit Heal C

Protective Veil C

Guardian Blessing C ]

Tiara’s eyes widened as she stared at her status screen.

"I... I can really heal a person with this skill like other I.D.s?" She said, her voice filled with excitement.

Draven leaned closer, checking her skills while wiping the last bit of blood from his mouth.

"This is nice," he said, grinning. "Looks like you’re not useless anymore, huh? Just like you said."

Tiara lowered her head, embarrassed but smiled softly.

Mother Venice stepped forward.

"Tiara, look at me."

"This must remain a secret. For now. You saw what happened to Draven. If people find out Verdants can use skills, it will cause trouble to him and for the Verdant."

Tiara’s excitement faded slightly, but she nodded in understanding.

"I understand, Mother Venice."

Still, she wanted to try.

She turned back to Draven.

"Let me heal you!"

Draven raised an eyebrow but shrugged.

"Let’s try it."

Tiara extended her hands, focusing.

[Spirit Heal!]

A soft green glow formed in her palms, radiating warmth.

But the moment it touched Draven...

"CRACK!"

The light shattered like glass.

The spell failed.

Tiara gasped, then tried again.

And again.

Each time, the healing spell collapsed before it could take effect.

Suddenly, a small drop of blood rolled down Tiara’s nose.

Draven caught her wrist.

"That’s enough."

She clenched her fist. "But..."

"It’s not working. Must be a side effect of my skill," Draven smirked. "Besides, I don’t want you passing out before breakfast."

Tiara hesitated.

"One more try."

"I’m already okay anyway."

Draven stood up abruptly.

"That’s enough. And also..."

He grinned.

"Forget what you saw in me."

Tiara’s face turned bright red.

She quickly bowed to Mother Venice.

"I-I will leave now!"

Then she scrambled out of the tent.

---

Twenty minutes later...

It was still not time for breakfast when Gil arrived.

He was carrying a wooden bowl.

"Naisha asked me to give this to you," he said, setting it down.

"It’s soup with liver. She said to make sure you eat it to replenish your blood."

Draven blinked.

’So that’s why she was in such a rush earlier.’

He smirked.

"She went hunting just to make this, huh? So, she already forgave me?"

"What happened?" Gil asked.

Draven shook his head.

"Nothing."

Then, picking up his bowl, he took a sip.

---

As the day continued, the group resumed their journey through Riftwater Forest.

And days passed, they had finally reached their destination.