Blood was flowing from Tenuto's arm. His injury seemed serious. Realizing the danger, I reached for the yellow ribbon in my hair. It was probably something important, but right now, his life was my priority. I quickly untied it and wrapped it tightly around his arm to stop the bleeding.

"Aren’t you going to go after that guy? He’s your boyfriend, isn’t he?"

Tenuto wouldn’t meet my gaze. His words stung, but protecting his life was the most important thing at this moment. After a while, the strength drained from Tenuto’s eyes, and he collapsed. This was bad—I had to save him.

I had my tenor saxophone in hand, but it was an instrument for offensive magic, not healing. The best I could do was carry him to the villa and provide traditional first aid.

I raised my saxophone and cast a wind spell, gently lifting both my skirt and Tenuto’s body into the air. I had to be careful to keep his posture stable and avoid worsening his injuries as I transported him. A house that large should at least have a first aid kit.

I flew slowly toward the villa using magic, requiring lung capacity to maintain the spell and concentration to insert breaths at the right rhythm. Hovering about 100 meters above the ground, I carefully maneuvered between the trees, keeping a steady altitude. Too low, and I would crash into the branches; too high, and I’d lose track of my position. I progressed cautiously, maintaining the right height.

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Just as the lights of the villa came into view, I saw something flying toward us. I braced myself for an attack, but as it got closer, I realized it was an elderly man in a tailcoat riding a broom. I exhaled in relief—it was clearly a butler employed by the Tenuto family.

"Master Tenuto! Where have you been? You're injured, this is serious!"

Understanding the situation immediately, the butler guided us to the back entrance, and together we laid Tenuto on a bed.

"I’ve called an ambulance, so rest assured. The bleeding has been controlled, thanks to this young lady's first aid."

The butler gently spoke to the sleeping Tenuto, covering him with a blanket and watching over him with concern. From his demeanor, it was clear that he was more than just a servant—he must have cared for Tenuto with affection for many years.

Not long after, a doctor arrived and began examining Tenuto.

"Thanks to the proper first aid, the blood loss has been kept to a minimum. There seems to be no nerve damage. We’ll know more after further tests, but it’s likely there will be no lasting effects. Let’s administer some painkillers and have him rest."

Hearing those words, we finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As the relief settled in, I suddenly felt the urge to use the restroom. After such a long ordeal outside, it was inevitable. I felt awkward about going to the bathroom in a girl’s body, and though I felt a little guilty toward Forte, there was no avoiding nature's call. Reluctantly, I headed toward the restroom.