Alec wiped the blood from his nose with the back of his sleeve. It wasn’t because it bothered. It was because he didn’t want blood dripping and interfering with his work as he started carving into Old George.

He had already frozen time for longer than he could keep track of while thinking of a way to save Millie. During that time, his desperation propelled him toward a possible solution.

Once he found one, he was furious with himself.

The answer had been with him all this time.

Now, he just needed to confirm whether it worked or not.

Fortunately, he had Old George.

He started by drawing the spell formation on a piece of paper to see whether it would work as intended or not.

It was a disgustingly simple spell formation, after all. It worked.

The next step was the part that would require a lot of technical skill. But Alec had seen Shim do something similar, and he remembered the spells he needed to use.

There was just one thing Alec was worried about, and it was how a spell formation would be affected by being etched onto a human. He needed to perform surgery, engrave a spell formation, and be prepared for any unexpected variables and changes.

He suddenly felt that another mind wouldn’t be bad to have. Unfortunately, it would still take a while until his mind was ready for that.

Alec knocked Old George out and put him flat on his stomach after grabbing a scalpel, pliers, and a razor.

Old George didn’t have much hair left, but the little he had was still in the way, so Alec quickly got rid of it before gently opening up the back of George’s head to access his cranium.

Pliers kept the skinflaps to the side, and spells kept the blood out of the way, giving him free access to the glossy white skull.

There, he used his mana to draw the spell formation he had planned.

He almost smashed George’s head in when it didn’t immediately take effect, but quickly relaxed when it did. However, he still had to make sure it worked, so he haphazardly patched Old George up and awoke him before healing him. He then gave the remaining pieces of monster meat to the ravenous old man.

Old George felt pain, the back of his head hurt, and he was dizzy. Still, he was suspicious of the food before him and the boy who gave it to him.

But there was nothing he could do. His stomach was screaming at him with the voice of a hellhound to devour it. So, he did just that. He threw it down his stomach, which immediately started breaking it down to supply his empty body of the nutrients it craved.

It didn’t take long for the Aether trapped in the meat to be released into Old George’s body, prompting a physical transformation beyond anything Alec had seen.

The fat and muscles on Old George’s limbs and around his torso jiggled and twisted like wire pulled taut before shrinking and disappearing into nothingness. At the same time, Old George’s mouth widened, his jaw growing until it was twice as long as before.

Before long, he was a tall, gangly man of nothing but skin and bones with a jaw and mouth that was half of his head.

Alec narrowed his eyes.

Milo had gotten two little devil horns. Old George had transformed into a ghastly thing that looked like the embodiment of hunger. Rita had grown angel wings.

It looked like he still had a lot to learn about monsterification. But first, he had to find out whether his idea worked.

He put his hand on George’s head and used Mystic Scan. A second later, he sprinted toward Millie’s room.

After a moment, Old George’s gaze rose, and he looked dizzily around the room.

“W-what did you to do me?” He asked, none there to hear, before collapsing again.

While preparing, Alec couldn’t help but worry. It might have worked on Old George, and it probably would work on Millie. But what if it didn’t? What if it did, but she transformed into a hideous monster that ruined any chances of ever having a normal life again?

However, those were things he did not have the room to worry about.

He had promised that he would save Millie. He was not one to break his promises.

Regardless of what she transformed into, it was a matter for later. It shouldn’t be something a little plastic surgery couldn’t fix. Hopefully.

Alec set those thoughts aside and focused both parts of his mind on Millie. He gathered his tools before sanitizing everything, his hands, and Millie.

He gently shaved a square on the back of her head, no bigger than necessary. Then, he laid a precise cut, also no bigger than necessary, which he carefully used pliers to open up, while casting spells to keep the blood out of the way.

Then, he engraved the spell formation into the back of her tiny skull.

His habits made him want to make adjustments for her size and improvements according to what he noticed when he Scanned George, but he did not want to risk anything, not when he was one foot through the door already.

After carving the spell formation and seeing that it activated, he slowly reconnected severed blood vessels by using a slightly modified version of the blood-controlling spell and a hyper-specialized recovery spell that only targeted the tiny little area he wanted.

Then, he sewed the back of her head shut, which was infuriatingly tricky with only one hand, even if he could use magic to support himself. He could use healing magic on that as well, but he didn’t want to burden her body unnecessarily. It was better if he let it take its time for things that didn’t need magic.

When that was done, he lay Millie on her back, her head resting on a pillow with a hole in the middle, so that there wouldn’t be any pressure on the wound.

Then, Alec wiped his brow and allowed himself a moment’s rest to sit down.

He absentmindedly scratched his stump while looking at Millie.

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