My Vampire Life With My Beautiful Vampire Wives-Chapter 51: Witch

Vampire World.

Territory of the Nadir family, mansion.

"That damn lazy girl..." A black-haired man, holding a crumpled letter in his hand, mutters angrily, "She returns to the vampire world... And she can’t even visit her father!" He shouts and completely tears the letter to shreds.

The servants in the room feel the gravity suddenly increase, but their expressions remain unchanged.

"Koen is causing a scene again," a woman’s voice is heard.

Koen, with black hair and blue eyes, a sturdy build, soft features, and approximately 6’3" tall.

He looks at the woman who has just entered, with dark blue hair and black eyes, a voluptuous body that catches the eye of any creature, F-cup breasts, approximately 1.82 meters tall, dressed in a sensual blue dress that clings to her body.

"Inara, it’s not a fuss; our daughter arrived and didn’t come to see us. How do you expect me to react?" Koen sighed, his eyes tired as he looked at his wife. "She doesn’t know how worried I am about her."

"Of course, she doesn’t want to come if every time she does, you make her train." Inara rolls her eyes and, in part, understands her daughter, Sesha; she doesn’t doubt that training is good, but doing it every day is a pain.

"Honey, you don’t know how much potential Sesha has; she’s a genius that only comes around once in a generation... but... but she spends all her time goofing off and playing those little games." Koen, like his father, can’t let such talent go to waste.

Inara shakes her head; there’s no choice... she’ll have to talk to her husband. She picks up the remains of the letter from the floor and, as she reads them, her expression freezes.

"H-Husband..." she says, her voice trembling, as if she had just seen the devil himself.

"What’s going on?" Koen raises an eyebrow, calm... too calm for what is about to happen.

Inara says nothing. She hands him the letter, as if handing him a bomb about to explode.

Koen takes it without concern and begins to read aloud:

"Father... I’m staying at Scarlet’s house... so we won’t see each other for a while... Oh? Right, I forgot. I got married, so now you’re my father-in-law."

Pause.

Koen blinks.

Then he notices the drawing at the bottom: an anime girl making the peace sign, surrounded by sparkles and hearts.

"...What?"

Absolute silence.

Koen stares at the letter as if it were written in an alien dialect. He reads it a second time. A third. A fourth. He tries to see if, by changing the angle, it says something else. It doesn’t work.

"My daughter... got married?" His voice came out in a trembling whisper.

Suddenly, he smiles. A broad smile. Suspiciously broad.

"Ha... ha... ha, ha, ha..."

His nervous laughter escalated until it sounded like the cackle of an opera villain.

"MY DAUGHTER GOT MARRIED! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT, DEAR? THAT LAZY GIRL! SHE GOT HERSELF A HUSBAND? HAHAHAHAHA!"

Inara takes a step back.

That’s not her husband. That’s a man on the verge of a mental breakdown.

And then...

"DAMN YOU!!!"

The roar echoed so loudly that the paintings shook. The windows rattled. Three vases fell to the floor.

Outside, nearby birds took flight as if a monster had awakened in the mansion.

...

The night sky remained untouched, filled with stars twinkling indifferently. The clouds moved slowly, carried by a gentle wind that seemed out of place in a world where a tragedy had just occurred.

And then...

BOOOOOOOOM!!!!

A brutal blast exploded from the center of the park, uprooting trees, lifting dirt, and sending a wave of dust that covered everything like an uncontrolled storm.

Amidst the brown cloud and chaos, figures descended calmly: the black-haired hunter and his companions. They landed on what little remained of the grass... if it could still be called a park.

The black-haired man frowned.

He had felt the impact.

Something had collided with his attack at the last second.

’Did that demon activate a last-minute power? Impossible. No one survives complete purification.’

"Don’t let your guard down. Get ready," he ordered, this time with a seriousness that made the air tense.

The dust began to clear...

And the landscape was revealed.

All the grass had disappeared, turned into dry, scorched earth. The trees lay scattered like twisted corpses. In the center of the site was a vast crater, at least two kilometers deep, as if a meteorite had fallen in the middle of the city.

But none of that was what made the hunters freeze.

In the middle of the crater...

There was a barrier.

A semi-transparent, glowing structure made of unknown symbols that floated and swirled like broken constellations.

A single symbol stood out in the center, glowing softly:

A crescent moon.

The hunters exchanged uncertain glances.

It was not the power of the vampires.

It was not the powers of the Church.

It was something they had never seen before.

Then they saw her. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

And they instinctively backed away.

Because something that should have been dead...

Was alive!

Standing in front of Nilo was Laura.

But she was no longer the same woman who screamed at the stake.

Her expression was neutral, too serene. Her eyes... her irises were now crescent-shaped, and inside, they seemed to contain an entire galaxy.

A pointed hat rested on her head, tilted back. But it wasn’t made of fabric: it was made of stars, just like the cape that fell over her shoulders.

Every sparkle of the stellar fabric whispered the same word:

Magic.

"H-How... How is it possible that you’re still alive!" cried the black-haired hunter, his eyes filled with fear, because he knew what that woman had become.

She had become a witch!

Beings capable of using magic!

Laura looks at the hunter with a neutral expression. Everything was too new to her. Now she sees the world differently.

She makes a calm movement, and a magic wand made of stars appears in her hand; she waves it.

Suddenly, several magic circles appeared beneath the hunters’ feet.

Then...

Swoosh!

A blue flame engulfed the hunters. Screams pierced the night.

"AHHHHHHH!"

They ran, engulfed in flames, bumping into each other and falling to the ground like headless chickens.

The air was thick with the smell of burning flesh and despair.

Ignoring the hunters’ cries, Laura looked at Nilo, who looked back at her with an expression that said, "Weren’t you dead?"

"Fufufu~ Did you think I was dead, didn’t you?" She looks at him, amused; Nilo’s shock is all too obvious, but she also saw his relief.

Nilo, who had already returned to his normal state, was covered in wounds and burns; however, they were not that serious.

But why wasn’t he seriously injured, on the verge of death? Because he is special: he is neither a vampire nor a complete human; he is a perfect blend of both races.

Because an attack that would be fatal to a vampire would be severe for Nilo, but not to the point of taking his life, he had a strange balance.

Suddenly, the pages of the Bible stuck to some trees and benches fall off as if the magic has worn off, and the barrier disappears.

With the death of the Inquisition hunters, the barrier could no longer be maintained.

Laura turns the magic wand into a broom, flicks her finger, lifts Nilo, and in the blink of an eye, she disappears as if by magic.

...

Back at the apartment.

Laura appears in the living room, enveloped in a flash of silver light. The broom vanishes like stardust, and she gently places Nilo on the sofa.

He lets out a faint groan; his breathing is still uneven. His body smokes slightly, but the wounds begin to close unnaturally, as if each cell remembers how to heal itself.

Laura watches him silently.

Her gaze slides over every detail of his injured body, but not with fear... but with a calmness she doesn’t recognize as her own.

The new information continued to settle in his mind like pieces of a puzzle that had always been there, but which he had never been able to see. Without realizing it, he snapped his fingers.

Clink.

A small silver crescent moon appears floating above her hand, spinning slowly. It illuminates the room with a soft, almost maternal glow.

Laura stares at it, mesmerized.

’Magic... lunar magic.’ The words echo in her mind as if she had always known them. ’I never thought magic was real... and yet... this... this isn’t just magic.’

The silver moon pulses, as if responding to her thoughts.

She takes a deep breath, feeling something deep inside her chest vibrate with an unknown force as if the moon itself were speaking to her, as if it were guiding her... no, awakening her.

"...I can’t believe it," she whispers.

Her gaze returns to Nilo.

His skin, although burned, is healing quickly. His veins glow slightly with a reddish hue; vampire blood mixed with what he truly is. It’s fascinating. Before, it would have caused her panic... but now everything seems to fit into a logic that only her new existence understands.

What really surprises her...

What makes her heart beat a little faster...

Is that she’s not dead.

She remembers.