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

The kitchen was filled with the rich, comforting scent of hot stew, roasted potatoes, and sweet cinnamon pastries.

Light from the hanging woven lamp over the dining table cast a soft yellow glow over the wooden floorboards, making the whole room feel completely detached from the cold, violent dust of Sector B-4.

I set the heavy steel briefcase carrying the twenty million credits on the floor right beside my seat, letting it slide under the table where it was out of sight.

The small silver memory drive stayed safe in my pocket, but for tonight, I didn’t even want to look at it.

"Go wash your hands before you touch those pastries," Carmilla said gently, tapping Leo’s shoulder as he tried to sneak a cinnamon roll off the side plate.

"Aww, but I washed them ten minutes ago!" Leo complained, hanging his head dramatically.

"Ten minutes ago you were dragging a wooden sword across the entryway rug," Viora remarked calmly, setting down a large ceramic bowl filled with steaming beef stew in the center of the table. "Listen to Carmilla."

Leo sighed, but there was a bright grin on his face as he grabbed Mia by the hand and raced toward the hallway bathroom. The sound of running water and splashing echoed down the hall a few seconds later.

Carmilla unzipped her dark hoodie, draping it neatly over the coat rack near the door.

Without her heavy cloak and dark sunglasses, she looked far more like a quiet older sister than a high-tier royal blood vampire who could slice through stone beasts with red lightning. She pulled her dark hair back into a simple ponytail and sat down across from me.

"You look tired, Woo Jin," Carmilla noted, leaning her elbows on the polished wood. Her red eyes were soft, completely free of the cold, sharp gaze she used in the gray zones.

"Just a long day of walking through ash," I smiled, ladling a generous portion of hot stew into her bowl. "And using my brain too much on old vampiric word puzzles."

"You solved it quickly enough," Carmilla chuckled softly, accepting the bowl. "Though I still wonder how you guessed the final word so easily."

"It was basic logic," I said, serving myself next. "When a family motto talks about night, blood, and crowns, the only thing left that actually gives a crown any meaning is the people it protects. It had to be ’Loyalty’."

"Logic or not, you both came back in one piece," Viora said, her deadpan tone carrying a rare note of genuine contentment. "That is what matters most."

The bathroom door clicked open, and Leo and Mia came marching back into the kitchen, wiping their wet hands on their pants. They scrambled onto their wooden chairs, their eyes locked firmly on the spread of food sitting in front of them.

"Can we eat now?" Mia asked, resting her chin on the edge of the table. "My stomach is making noise."

"Dig in," I laughed.

For the next half hour, the room was filled with the cozy sounds of clinking spoons, laughter, and chatter.

Leo spent ten solid minutes explaining to Carmilla how he had practiced his sword swings all afternoon in the backyard, demonstrating his footwork right from his chair while holding a spoon like a dagger.

Carmilla listened attentively, nodding along with serious respect and love.

"Your form is getting better, Leo," Carmilla praised smoothly, taking a quiet sip of her broth. "But you need to keep your left guard up when you step forward. Otherwise, a opponent can easily strike your side."

"See! I told you!" Mia chimed in, pointing a piece of bread at her brother. "I hit his side three times today!"

"That’s because you cheated and threw a shoe at me first!" Leo shot back, his cheeks turning slightly red.

"Throwing objects to create an opening is a valid tactical choice," Viora stated flatly from the head of the table, taking a quiet bite of her roasted potatoes. "Though throwing shoes indoors is prohibited."

I let out a loud laugh, taking a bite of the warm pastry Carmilla had brought back from the city bakery. The sweet cinnamon flavor was amazing, easily wiping away the lingering metallic taste of gate dust from my mouth.

"How was the city while we were out?" I asked Viora, leaning back in my chair.

"Quiet," Viora replied smoothly. "I took the kids to the market near the lower square around noon. We bought fresh vegetables and extra milk. No strange signatures were trailing us. The neighborhood remains completely peaceful."

"Good," I nodded, feeling a quiet sense of relief settle over my chest.

That was the whole reason Carmilla and I went into the underground hub and faced those C-rank beasts in Sector B-4 in the first place. We took the risk so that this small, quiet villa could stay safe and hidden from the chaotic world outside.

After everyone finished their food, Mia let out a long, dramatic yawn, resting her heavy head against Carmilla’s arm. Her eyes were barely staying open.

"Someone is sleepy," Carmilla murmured gently, brushing a stray lock of hair away from Mia’s forehead.

"I’m not sleepy," Mia mumbled weakly, her eyelids fluttering closed anyway. "I can stay up until midnight..."

"Right," I smiled, standing up from my seat and stacking the empty dishes together. "Time for bed, little ones. You’ve got sword practice again tomorrow."

Leo groaned playfully, but he didn’t argue. He wiped his mouth with a napkin, gave Viora a quick hug outta nowhere, and let Carmilla guide him and his sleepy sister down the hallway toward their bedroom.

Viora stood up to help me clear the table. As I carried the stack of ceramic plates over to the sink, she stepped up right beside me, taking the bowls from my hands and setting them under the tap.

"You did well today, Woo Jin," Viora spoke softly, her voice dropping into a low, private tone as the tap water began to hum.

"Carmilla did most of the heavy lifting," I said truthfully, turning on the faucet to wash the plates. "Her black blade technique is crazy fast. I just handled the talking and the puzzle."

"It does not matter who dealt the final blow," Viora said, her head turning slightly toward me. I could feel the warm focus of her gaze. "You kept her safe, and you brought back what you needed without bringing any trouble to our doorstep. That shows leadership."

I looked at her side profile in the dim light of the kitchen, feeling a quiet warmth bloom in my chest.

"Thanks, Viora," I said softly.

A few minutes later, Carmilla walked back into the kitchen, closing the hallway door softly behind her. She walked over to the counter, leaning her back against the wooden edge with a long, relaxed sigh.

"Are they asleep?" Viora asked.

"Mia fell asleep before her head even hit the pillow," Carmilla chuckled quietly. "Leo tried to negotiate for ten more minutes of reading time, but he fell asleep three sentences into his book."

"Classic type Leo," I grinned, drying my hands on a hand towel.

Carmilla looked down at her hands, flexing her fingers slowly. The faint red lightning that usually flickered around her skin was completely gone, replaced by the soft glow of the kitchen light.

"It feels strange," Carmilla admitted softly, her voice dropping into a quiet reflective tone. "This morning, I was thinking about the fall of my kingdom and the dead ruins of my home. But sitting at this table... eating warm food with all of you... the weight doesn’t feel as heavy anymore."

"That’s because you’re not carrying it alone anymore," I said, walking over and leaning against the counter beside her. "We’re a team now."

"A family," Viora added simply, stepping away from the sink and wiping her hands dry.

Carmilla looked between the two of us. A soft, genuine smile spread across her face, making her look younger and far happier than she ever did during our mercenary contract.

"Yes," Carmilla agreed, her dark red eyes shining warmly. "A family."

We spent another half hour standing in the quiet kitchen, talking about simple things—the price of groceries in the city, the garden beds I wanted to fix up in the backyard over the weekend, and how Leo needed a new pair of shoes because his feet were growing too fast.

There was no talk of Black, no mention of Manager Vane, and no discussion about the twenty million credits sitting in the briefcase under the table.

By 10:30 PM, the lights in the kitchen were turned off, leaving only the soft nightlight burning in the hallway.

I walked into my room, pulling open my desk drawer. I set the heavy steel briefcase into the bottom compartment and placed the small silver memory drive right beside my iron dagger on the desk shelf.

Tomorrow, I would plug that drive into my laptop and analyze Black’s movement logs. Tomorrow, we would plan our next strategic move against The Black Faction.

But tonight, as I pulled the warm blanket over my shoulders and listened to the peaceful quiet of the villa, I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy the quiet safety of home.

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!