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

Chapter 127: Father and Daughter

"Dead? What are you talking about, Carmilla?"

King Val let out a soft, hesitant sound that was half-laughter and half-bewilderment.

An awkward smile pulled at the corners of his lips, a stark contrast to the absolute, suffocating majesty he had radiated just moments before. He adjusted his grip on her shoulder, his thumb lightly brushing against her cheek as if to convince himself that his daughter was truly standing there in the flesh.

"You’re speaking in riddles, child," he murmured, his golden eyes scanning her tattered hunter gear, the grease stains on her cheeks, and the strange, dark blade in her hands. "Look at you. You look like you’ve marched through a battlefield in the outer provinces. Did the Dragon ambush affect your mind? The royal physicians are right inside, we can—"

"No," Carmilla cut him off, her voice cracking under a weight he couldn’t possibly comprehend. She stared at his pristine armor, at the way the sunlight caught the perfect, unbroken lines of his face. "No physicians. You... you don’t understand."

"Then make me understand," Val said, his tone softening into that of a worried father, completely ignoring the rest of us as if we were nothing more than decorative pillars on his balcony. "The Grand Elder told me the worst had happened. He said the northern border was lost."

Carmilla’s breath hitched at the mention of the Grand Elder. A flash of pure, agonizing recognition crossed her face—the memory of Cadvic’s words about the palace coup, the fabricated reports, the Blood Fire that had consumed her entire lineage.

"He lied to you," she whispered. "They all lied to you."

Hearing it, Val’s smile faded completely, "What are you saying, Carmilla?"

She didn’t answer.

Suddenly, the cold, stoic girl who had dismantled an Vampire Duke in less than three seconds completely vanished.

With a low, broken sob, Carmilla lunged forward and threw her arms around her father’s neck, burying her face into the deep crimson silk of his royal cloak. Her entire body shook violently as she clung to him, her fingers clutching the steel of his chest plate as if she were holding onto a ghost that might dissolve if she let go.

Val froze for a fraction of a second, his golden eyes widening in surprise. Then, slowly, his expression softened back into that profound, paternal warmth. He wrapped his massive arms around her, pulling her close against his chest, letting his crimson cloak drape over her tattered clothes like a protective shield.

"It’s alright," the King whispered into her hair, his deep voice vibrating through the balcony. "You’re home now. You’re safe."

While that emotional reunion was playing out right in front of us, I was standing completely frozen, my mind spinning into a spiral of pure panic.

I was confused. Really. Confused.

’Three hundred years into the past.’

The blue system window was still hovering at the edge of my vision, its violet borders crackling with a mocking serenity.

[Current Status: Before The Great Fall]

’This is wrong,’ I thought, my chest tightening until it felt like my ribs were going to crack. ’This wasn’t in the novel. This wasn’t in any Chapter, or any side story. The protagonist never faced a temporal inversion. He never walked into a thriving, living fantasy empire.’

I looked down at the vibrant plaza below, watching the thousands of living, breathing vampires laughing and drinking from silver chalices. This was the city that was supposed to be a graveyard. These were the people who were supposed to be dust.

’If the timeline can just bend and fracture like this, then what else is wrong?’ The thought tasted like copper in the back of my mouth. ’Did my presence trigger this? Did hiring Carmilla change the parameters of the Gate? Or was this anomaly always waiting here, a hidden trap that the original story simply skipped because the protagonist was smart enough to destroy the heart instead of touching it?’

I was flying blind in a world where a single mistake didn’t just mean a failed raid—it meant getting erased from history entirely.

The scale of this variable was too massive to calculate. I couldn’t overthink a timeline. I couldn’t manipulate the past. I was just an insect standing on a balcony, watching a tragedy that had already happened three centuries ago play out in real-time.

"Woo Jin."

A soft, sweet murmur cut through the frantic rushing of blood in my ears.

I blinked, my focus snapping back to the reality in my arms. Vera was still resting against my chest, her short hair brushing against my collarbone. But as I looked down, I noticed her sightless eyes weren’t closed anymore. She was staring straight up at the underside of my paper bag mask, and a tiny, elegant smile was at the corners of her lips.

She wasn’t unconscious.

"You’re awake," I whispered, my voice muffled by the paper.

"I’ve been awake since the vortex stopped spinning," Viora murmured back, her voice completely calm, devoid of the panic that was currently consuming the rest of the party. She slowly slid out of my arms, her boots hitting the polished marble with absolute grace. "I just wanted to see what you would do. You looked so beautifully pathetic when you were carrying me, like the entire world had caved in on your head."

I let out a short, helpless chuckle, the crushing weight in my chest lifting just a fraction of an inch at her familiar, teasing tone. "You’re a terrible person, you know that?"

King Val slowly stepped back from the hug, his hands resting on Carmilla’s shoulders as he wiped a stray tear from her cheek with his thumb. He let out a soft sigh, his golden eyes finally drifting away from his daughter to scan the rest of our bizarre group.

His gaze lingered on my paper bag, paused on Seok’s cartoonish lunch bag mask, and finally settled on Black, who was still standing near the rear pillar with his hands buried deep in his pockets.

"Well," King Val said, a faint, amused smile returning to his noble features. "Won’t you introduce your friends, Carmilla? I must admit, I have never seen such... eclectic attire among the northern beings."

Carmilla blinked, her emotional expression instantly freezing as she turned her head toward us. She looked at my brown paper bag, then at Seok’s bright blue spear, as if she had completely forgotten we were even standing there in the first place.

"Friends?" Carmilla muttered, her voice sounding entirely confused.

"Oh. Them!" she suddenly let out, gesturing vaguely toward our group. "They are... they are the ones who brought me back, Father. They are independent travelers."

"Travelers," Val repeated, his golden eyes narrowing slightly as he assessed the dense mana signatures radiating from Seok and Black. He could clearly feel the high-ranking strength hidden beneath our ridiculous masks, but he didn’t draw his weapon. "Any soul who ensures the safety of my daughter is a honored guest of the Crimson Lineage. Come inside. The grand banquet is about to begin, and I believe we have much to discuss regarding the northern borders."

The King turned around, his massive crimson cloak snapping in the wind as he began to walk back toward the grand marble staircase leading into the inner palace.

"Follow me," Val called out over his shoulder.

The remaining hunters let out a collective, ragged breath. Hana practically collapsed against her staff, her knees shaking so badly she could barely stand, while Jisu adjusted her rings, her eyes darting toward the thousands of vampires cheering in the plaza below.

"Are we... are we seriously going inside?" Grog rumbled, his deep voice cracking as he gripped his broadsword. "Kid, that guy.... If he decides we look like food, we’re done for."

’You think I don’t know that?’

I stepped forward, guiding Viora beside me as we followed the King’s heavy steel footsteps into the dark, luxurious hallway of the palace. The rest of the party fell into a tight formation behind us, their boots clicking softly against the pristine marble.

As we crossed the threshold, away from the roaring crowd outside, I leaned my head slightly back toward the group, my voice dropping into a cold, absolute tone.

"Listen to me very carefully," I whispered into the chilly air. "From this moment on, nobody touches anything. Nobody fights. And most importantly... nobody tries to save anyone."

Hana blinked, her wide eyes staring at the back of my paper bag mask through the dim light of the golden chandeliers. "What? Why? Brian, Carmilla’s family is right there! If we know what happens to this kingdom, shouldn’t we—"

"No," I shot her down instantly, my teeth grinding together beneath my mask.

"Think about the logic for just one second," I continued, my mind frantically piecing together the baseline rules of temporal mechanics from the progression theories I knew. "If what I think is right, this isn’t an illusion. If we interfere—if we save a single noble, kill a different catalyst, or alter the trajectory of the Great Fall—the future we came from will cease to exist."

Seok shifted his blue spear, his cartoon mask tilting slightly as his analytical mind picked up on the hidden implication. "A temporal paradox."

"Exactly," I muttered. "If the timeline changes, the Gate sector we entered back in 2026 won’t exist anymore. And if the timeline that birthed us disappears... we will be erased right along with it. We will be trapped in a paradox, dissolving into nothingness because our past was never written."

A heavy silence fell over the party. Jisu swallowed hard, her knuckles turning white around her rings, while Grog lowered his broadsword entirely, his face settling into a look of profound, terrified realization.

To them, the world had just transformed from a dangerous monster hunt into a literal minefield where a single stray footprint could remove their entire existence.

"So we just watch?" Hana whispered, her voice trembling. "We just sit there and watch her family die tomorrow?"

"We survive," I replied, my voice carrying a sharp, absolute certainty as I locked my fingers with Viora’s. "We find the ’something’ that triggered the inversion, we secure the core, and we go home. Let the past bury its own dead."