Yandere Monster Evolution: My Blind Wife Will Become a Demonic Queen

"The air here smells better," Viora noted quietly, holding her mask in her slender fingers.

I let out a low, breathless laugh, resting my head back against the cool brick wall of the alleyway. "Yeah. Gate air is always terrible, but that dragon’s breath made it ten times worse."

My body felt completely drained. Every muscle in my legs throbbed with a dull. Leaning against the wall was the only thing keeping me upright.

I looked over toward the corner of the alley.

Carmilla was kneeling on the wet concrete in the shadows, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees. Her two young cousins were curled up beside her on the ground, holding onto her dress, their small faces stained with dried tears.

Carmilla hadn’t moved a single inch since we returned to Earth. Her eyes were completely hollow, staring blankly at the dark pavement as if her mind was still trapped inside that collapsing, burning vault.

I pushed myself off the wall with a quiet groan and looked at Viora.

"Shall we go home, Viora?" I asked softly.

"Yeah, we should," Viora replied without missing a beat, her purple eyes turning to meet mine.

I paused for a second, shifting my weight onto my good leg, and pointed my thumb toward Carmilla and the two sleeping kids in the corner.

"What about them?" I asked.

Viora looked over at the three shivering vampires.

"We take them with us, of course," Viora said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I couldn’t help but smile slightly. "Fine. But carrying them isn’t going to be easy."

I limped over to the corner where the two kids were lying. The little boy and girl were tiny, and they were fast asleep from pure mental and physical exhaustion. I carefully leaned down, wincing at the sharp pain in my thigh, and picked up the little boy under one arm and the girl under the other. They were surprisingly light, their small hands instinctively clutching at my torn jacket as they rested their heads against my chest.

While I held the kids, Viora walked over to Carmilla.

Viora didn’t hesitate or show any awkwardness. She quietly knelt down on the hard concrete right in front of Carmilla, her dark shadow falling over the kneeling vampire princess.

"Stand up," Viora said, her voice flat but firm. "We are going home."

Carmilla didn’t move. She didn’t look up.

"Go away..." Carmilla whispered, her voice so thin and weak it was almost swallowed by the quiet night breeze. "Leave us here..."

Viora didn’t get angry. She just stayed on her knees, staring directly into Carmilla’s pale, motionless face.

"You cannot stay in a dirty alley," Viora said. "Woo Jin is tired. The children are cold. Get up."

Carmilla’s lower lip trembled, but she kept her head lowered, her fists gripping her knees so tightly her knuckles turned paper-white.

Watching her parents die once during the fall of her kingdom was already enough to destroy her mind. But having to stand there in that lower vault and watch a dragon crush her father and murder her mother right in front of her eyes... it had completely broken her spirit. There was nothing left inside her. No anger, no fight, no will to live.

"Why..." Carmilla sobbed quietly, a single tear dropping onto the concrete between her boots. "Why did you save me? My father is dead. My mother is dead. My home is gone. I have nothing... I am nothing..."

I stood a few feet back, holding the two sleeping children quietly, watching Viora.

Viora reached out her right hand. She didn’t use any physical force. She simply placed her cool palm on top of Carmilla’s shoulder.

"You have your cousins," Viora said softly, her purple eyes narrowing slightly under the brim of her cap. "They are alive because your mother protected them. If you die here in this alley, their deaths were for nothing."

Carmilla flinched as if she had been hit.

"Your mother gave her life so you could walk out of that gate," Viora continued, her tone steady and clear. "So stand up. Walk with us."

Carmilla sat frozen for three long seconds. Slowly and painfully, she lifted her head. Her blood-red eyes were raw, swollen, and filled with unbearable grief, but as she looked at Viora’s calm face and then over at her two sleeping cousins in my arms, a tiny spark of life returned to her eyes.

Without another word, Carmilla weakly pushed herself off the ground. Her legs shook violently, almost giving out beneath her, but she forced herself to stand upright.

"Good," Viora said, standing up right beside her.

After burying Carmilla’s mother’s body in there, we quietly slipped out of the dark alleyway and stepped onto the quiet city street.

The night was late, and the roads were almost completely deserted. Viora walked in the front. Carmilla walked right behind her, her feet dragging silently against the ground like a ghost. I trailed behind them, carrying the two sleeping kids against my chest and using a small amount of my remaining mana to keep my limp from slowing us down too much.

It took us nearly twenty minutes of careful walking through dark side streets to reach the quiet residential neighborhood where our villa was located.

As we reached the front iron gate of the villa, I suddenly stopped in my tracks.

’Wait a second...’ I thought in pure panic. ’Is Elena home?!’

If she was inside the villa right now and saw me sneaking in at 10:00 PM with an injured leg, Viora wearing a suspicious cap, a traumatized vampire princess, two sleeping children... she would completely lose her mind!

"Hold on," I whispered urgently to Viora, motioning for her to stop. "Stay here in the shadow of the wall. Let me check first."

I carefully set the two kids down on a wooden bench inside the front yard, telling Carmilla to watch them for a second. Then, I tiptoed up the stone steps toward the main entrance of the villa.

I leaned my ear against the front door, holding my breath and listening as hard as I could.

Silence.

CLICK.

I slowly opened the door and peeked inside.

The lights in the living room were completely off. The kitchen was pitch black.

"Thank God she isn’t home!" I let out a quiet sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from my forehead.

I quickly waved my hand back toward the gate. "Okay! The coast is clear! Get inside, fast!"

Viora quickly ushered Carmilla and the two kids through the front door. I picked the children back up, brought them inside, and kicked the door shut behind us, locking it tightly.

The warm, clean scent of the villa immediately replaced the cold night air.

"Follow me upstairs," I whispered, leading the way up the carpeted staircase to the second floor.

The second floor had several guest bedrooms that were rarely used. I pushed open the door to the largest guest room at the end of the hallway. The room was clean, spacious, and furnished with a large double bed, soft blankets, and a big window overlooking the back garden.

I gently laid the two sleeping vampire cousins down onto the soft mattress, pulling the thick, warm duvet over their shoulders. The little boy let out a soft sigh in his sleep, curling up against his sister.

Carmilla stood near the doorway, looking at the clean, quiet room as if she was stepping into an alien world.

"You three can sleep here tonight," I said softly, turning to face her. "No one will bother you here. The doors are locked, and you are safe."

Carmilla didn’t say anything. She slowly walked over to the side of the bed, sitting down on the edge and pulling her knees to her chest as she watched her sleeping cousins.

"If you need anything, Viora and I are just down the hall," I added, gently pulling the bedroom door almost completely shut, leaving only a tiny crack open so they wouldn’t feel trapped.

Viora and I walked quietly down the hallway toward our own rooms.

My body was finally reaching its absolute limit. The adrenaline from the gate battle had completely worn off, leaving my entire frame feeling like it was made of lead. My vision was getting slightly blurry from raw fatigue.

Viora stopped outside her bedroom door, turning around to look at me. She reached up and pulled off her cap, letting her long purple hair fall back over her shoulders. Her small horns peeked back out from her hair.

"You fought well today, Woo Jin," Viora said, her voice soft in the quiet hallway.

"I barely survived, Viora," I chuckled weakly, leaning against my own doorframe. "If you weren’t there to punch that dragon, we’d all be ash right now."

"I am always here," Viora said simply, her purple eyes looking steadily into mine.

A gentle warmth spread through my chest despite my sheer exhaustion. "Thanks, Viora. Go get some sleep. You must be tired too."

"Goodnight, Woo Jin."

"Goodnight, Viora."

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