'I Reincarnated But Have No System? You Must Be Kidding Me!'-Chapter 42: The Perfect Healing Potion Is...

Another battle was brewing.

While the Kardel and Rhiki faced the remnants of the Dark Fate above them, Auren knelt beside the crater, opening his worn satchel with steady hands. There was no panic in his eyes—only resolve. The gaze that stared down at Queen Elarya was not that of a boy, but a hardened warrior. Sharp, calm, and unwavering.

"Kardel. Rhiki..." Auren called quietly.

His voice, though low, carried authority. Something in it made both elven warriors freeze. Their fury stilled—not from force, but confusion. The child they had accompanied to this place had vanished. In his place is the presence of someone else. Something else.

Someone... older. Sharper. Unexplainable.

Without hesitation and fear from the unknown enemies, Auren reached into his pack and pulled out a single, glowing vial—the high-grade healing potion he’d been saving for himself. The silvery liquid shimmered faintly, like moonlight dancing in a bottle.

"Give me a little time," he said firmly. "I promise you—I’ll heal the Queen."

There wasn’t a tremble in his tone. Not a crack. Just certainty.

Both Kardel and Rhiki immediately recognized the bottle. Then their eyes narrowed in surprise. It was the same human-made potion of the highest grade. Exactly the one that Robert showed to them before. Extremely rare, potent, and coveted.

And Auren—this strange, fearless boy—was offering it freely, his own healing potion. His time. His focus. His hands, all of it, just to save their fallen queen.

Kardel stared at him for a heartbeat longer, sensing something deeper than courage—something rooted in destiny.

"Very well," he finally nodded, his voice low with approval.

[AETHERVEIL WARD]

With a swift gesture, Kardel slammed the butt of his staff onto the ground. Mana surged outward in a brilliant spiral, wrapping around them like a dome of living crystal. A shield of shimmering light burst into existence, enveloping Auren and Queen Elarya in a translucent veil of protection. It shimmered with pale greens and blues, pulsating with the energy of ancient groves and whispered spells long lost to most.

It wasn’t just a shield.It was a vow—a promise that nothing would touch them under his watch.

Kardel turned with silent resolve and moved to guard the perimeter, his staff humming faintly as roots began to stir beneath the cracked earth.

Rhiki stepped beside him, his usually foul-mouthed expression replaced with a rare solemnity. His hands glowed as mana flared around his twin daggers, coating them in a gleaming silver sheen that danced like liquid moonlight.

His gaze flickered back to Auren. And for once—it held no mockery, no suspicion, only fierce respect.

"If you succeed..." Rhiki said, his voice firm but steady, "I swear on my name, as a warrior of the Vhelka Dar tribe... Runewood will remember. You’ll be honored not just as an ally—but as kin."

Then he took a breath, eyes narrowing with fiery purpose." And until my final breath, I will protect you—and your family. That’s a promise."

Then—like a storm cloud sensing its lightning—his eyes snapped to the far end of the battlefield.

Towards a certain familiar figure.

Kael’thus.

The betrayer. The brother. The coward cloaked in ambition.

Recognition struck him like a javelin to the chest. There was no need for words now.

It all made sense.

The Oracle hadn’t brought them here on a whim.

It had brought them to stop this betrayal. To witness truth. To act.

To protect the Queen. To protect Runewood.

Rhiki’s grip on his daggers tightened.

This wasn’t just a rescue anymore.

It was war. And the reckoning had just begun.

The tension in Rhiki’s body surged again. His aura thickened, his posture sharp. No longer just a tracker or scout, Rhiki now moved with the rage of a guardian—an avenger.

Meanwhile, the remaining members of the Dark Fate suddenly vanished from their positions atop the crater. They’d sensed the tide turning. They were retreating.

"Don’t let them escape!" Rhiki roared, his body vanishing into a blur of motion.

He didn’t care who they were anymore. Titles, affiliations, power levels—it was all meaningless now. The Queen had been brought down, and someone would answer for it. His blood pounded with fury, every step an oath. If he had to give his life today, so be it.

His rage demanded nothing less.

Today, those traitors would feel the wrath of Runewood’s deadliest hunter. They would learn why his name made shadows tremble in the wilds.

"Don’t drop your guard! " Kardel shouted, dashing after him, his cloak whipping in the wind. "They managed to take down Queen Mother—don’t think for a second they can’t do the same to us."

His eyes scanned the surroundings, sharp and calculating.

"We face monsters in cloaks, not cowards in armor."

"Didn’t you see the state they’re in?" Rhiki barked. "Some of them are still drinking mana potions just to stay standing! This is our chance to end them. The Oracle didn’t bring us here to hesitate—it brought us here to finish this!"

Truthfully, Rhiki was both right... and wrong.

Yes, they had come to save the Queen.

But the one who would truly bring judgment... was still at the crater.

Back at the crater’s heart, Auren gently raised Elarya’s battered head onto his lap.

She felt light. Too light.

He wiped her face with a trembling cloth, brushing away dust, debris, and blood. Her once-flowing silver hair was now scorched and tangled, charred in places. Her armor—torn, stained, and cracked. Her once-pristine skin, covered in bruises, burns, and open wounds. Her body—mangled with broken bones and dislocated joints.

The strongest warrior in Runewood now looked more like a fallen statue than a queen.

Auren swallowed hard. "Please hang in there..."

With practiced care, he brought the vial of potion to her lips. Her breathing was shallow. Her mouth barely parted. The liquid dripped between her red, bruised lips, slow and steady.

But it didn’t flow.

She coughed weakly. A soft sound—but enough for him to notice something was wrong.

He leaned in, gently opening her mouth. Inside, clumps of dust and dried blood clogged her throat. She couldn’t swallow.

"Please forgive me, Queen Mother..." he muttered while looking at the queen’s life bar which is barely at 1%.

With delicate fingers, Auren reached into her mouth and cleared the blockage, carefully removing the debris.

Only then did he resume pouring the potion—slowly, gently, making sure none was wasted. When the bottle was finally empty, he watched.

One second. Two. Five.

Nothing.

No change. No glow. No pulse spike. Just stillness.

"Damn it..." he whispered, his voice shaking. He clenched his fists, rage and helplessness flooding him.

He stared down at her broken body, a tide of emotion swelling in his chest. Not even the strongest healing potion he had could undo what had been done.

Her mana circuits were shattered. Her life force is fading. Her elven constitution was stronger than a normal being’s—but that also meant her wounds required greater healing magic to mend.

And Auren... wasn’t enough. Not yet.

He looked at her again, really looked.

Even unconscious, she had the presence of royalty. There was strength in her stillness. But her time was running out. And he was losing her.

His heart pounded.

That’s when he turned to the tiny green creature at his side.

"Bonbon..."

The creature blinked up at him with wide, innocent eyes. As if it hadn’t just radiated godlike energy seconds ago.

Auren glanced around for Bigbird, his usual voice of guidance.

"Bigbird? Any ideas?" he whispered.

Silence.

"Bigbird?"

Still nothing.

For the first time, Bigbird was gone—his presence buried deep, hiding. No snarky comment, no smug wisdom. Just absence - and fear of something, or someone.

Auren’s jaw tensed. He turned back to Bonbon, the supposed "ordinary" Punto who had just made Rhiki and Kardel bow on sight.

"Uhm... hey. Bon," Auren said awkwardly, unsure how to address a creature that had made even Kardel and Rhiki bow down with its mere presence. He knew that this beast is something else more than it is showing.

"You got... like... a healing spell for the queen?" he asked, hopefully trying his luck.

Bonbon blinked again. Auren made vague gestures—mimicking spellcasting, motioning to Elarya’s body, and raising his eyebrows in the universal language of "Please help."

For a moment, Bonbon did nothing.

Then—flash.

The creature darted forward, a blur of green fur. It zipped beneath Auren’s wrist faster than lightning.

A sharp sting followed.

Auren jerked back, hissing. "Wha—Ow!"

He clutched his wrist, where a thin, clean cut now bled freely. A paper-thin slice left by nothing but Bonbon’s soft fur.

Or was it soft?

A drop of blood fell.

Then another.

Auren stared at the wound, confused—until the Whisper Oracle’s voice echoed inside his mind like a breath across his soul.

"Feed her blood."

His heart stopped.

He looked at Bonbon. Then at the Queen. Then at the blood in his hand.

"What?" he whispered.

But deep inside, he already knew.

He didn’t understand how he knew—but it was there. A truth whispered in his bones.

His blood could save her.

Something ancient had stirred the moment Bonbon touched him. Something more than human. More than elf. A thread of fate tangled in his veins—perhaps from his past life, perhaps from something else entirely.

He didn’t hesitate anymore.

From the distance, he can already hear spells and explosions echoing. Rhiki and Kardel are now getting busy. He can’t waste any time!

Gently, he brought his bleeding wrist to Elarya’s lips, letting the crimson drip between them. while trusting the voice of the Whisker Oracle.

His heart pounded louder than the battlefield behind him. Each drop felt like a gamble—like an offering to something divine and dangerous.

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A tremble.

Elarya’s lips twitched.

A faint glow pulsed beneath her skin—soft, but growing.

And Auren knew.

This was just the beginning of the queen’s return.

Meanwhile, back in Mathes’ situation, the tide had turned for the worse. The elves now stood on the brink of extinction, facing a being whose power could erase them all from existence.

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