Yandere Monster Evolution: My Blind Wife Will Become a Demonic Queen
Chapter 109: Black’s Family
A few hours later, the two of us were sitting at a small, secluded outdoor café near the daycare district.
The sky overhead was still covered in a thick layer of gray clouds, but the rain had held off for now. The outdoor seating gave us a perfectly clear, unobstructed view of the road leading directly away from the Morning Star Initiative.
Viora was sitting across from me, wearing the casual cap I had bought her to hide her features. Her hands were wrapped around a warm mug of hot chocolate, while I slowly sipped on black coffee.
If anything, I was thankful that she was sitting there quietly without saying anything. Because for the last few hours while we were home, she just kept mocking me and asking weird questions.
"Was Black’s wife taller than me?"
"Did she smell nice?"
"Would you have looked twice?"
These were just a few of the many questions and comments she had randomly thrown at me. Even after I ignored her the entire time, she didn’t stop. She just kept running her mouth.
I didn’t know why she was doing that. Maybe she wanted to irritate me, or maybe she was jealous? Whatever the reason was, I had gotten irritated by her continuously asking me the same things over and over again.
So, for now, I didn’t want her to speak up again.
Slowly, I moved my gaze away from Viora and looked at the metal gate of the daycare.
If Black ever decided to show up personally to pick up his child, I wanted to be right here to witness it. I needed to see his face in a normal environment to understand his movements.
But if it was his wife instead, that would be even better.
....
Time passed slowly.
The hands of the clock inside the café crawled forward, minute by minute.
Around us, the world moved in a normal rhythm. Regular parents—ordinary civilians without a single drop of mana in their bodies—came and went. Little children ran out of the gates, laughing and shouting as they showed off drawings to their mothers. Teachers stood near the entrance, smiling and waving goodbye to the toddlers.
It looked so peaceful. So incredibly ordinary.
It felt strangely unreal to think that just a few miles away, terrifying monsters were clawing at the boundaries of reality inside isolated Gates.
Eventually, the heavy wooden gates of the daycare opened wide for the final afternoon release.
A small stream of children began walking out in an orderly line.
My attention sharpened immediately. My eyes narrowed behind my bangs as I scanned every single face crossing the threshold.
"There," I whispered to myself.
A little girl had just stepped through the gates.
She couldn’t have been older than six or seven years old. She had short, dark hair and was wearing a bright yellow raincoat despite the rain having already stopped. But the thing that caught my eye wasn’t her coat.
Clutched tightly around her small arm was a familiar object. It was a hand-carved wooden bracelet, painted in faded blue ink.
The exact same design as the artifact Viora had sensed near the fence.
Watching it, my entire body tensed up.
"That’s her," I murmured.
Beside me, Viora shifted her weight slightly as her head turned toward the road.
"The daughter?" she asked in a low voice.
"Yeah."
The little girl happily skipped down the sidewalk, and her small boots made faint tapping sounds against the ground.
Holding her right hand was a woman carrying two heavy plastic grocery bags.
I focused all of my attention on the woman to analyze her from head to toe.
She looked exactly like the type of person who would complain about rising grocery prices, spend her weekends cleaning the kitchen, and worry about her child catching a cold.
She didn’t look like the wife of a monster capable of distorting gravity itself. But she was still his wife.
For several minutes, I simply sat there and watched them walk down the street.
The woman stopped for a brief second to adjust the little girl’s red scarf, tucking it gently under her chin. The girl laughed at something her mother said, her bright eyes crinkling with pure joy. The woman smiled back, patting the top of her head with a gentle, loving hand.
A completely normal family scene.
It felt so detached from the blood, the violence, and the terrifying stakes of the Hunter world. Looking at them, it was almost impossible to view Black as a cold-blooded villain anymore. A man who kept such a gentle gaze over his family couldn’t be entirely hollow inside.
But then, just as they were about to pass the edge of our café, something completely unexpected happened.
The little girl suddenly stopped walking.
Her boots skidded slightly on the damp pavement. Her head turned slowly, moving away from the path ahead...
...and her eyes locked directly onto our position.
My entire body went stiff. Every single muscle in my frame froze as my breath caught in my throat.
Slowly, the little girl raised her free left hand.
And she began to wave at us.
"Mister!" her innocent voice cut through the ambient noise of the street.
My eyes widened in absolute shock. My plan was as simple as showing up here and meeting them ’coincidentally’ to learn more about Black, but I was exposed before even making a move?
The mother blinked in confusion, stopping a few steps ahead. She looked around the empty sidewalk, her brow furrowing as she tried to see who her daughter was interacting with.
When she saw my face, she tilted her head for a second until she recognized me. Then she gave me a small nod.
Meanwhile, the child continued to smile brightly, her hand still waving through the air as she looked straight into my eyes.
"Daddy’s friend, see you!" she shouted happily.
The entire world seemed to freeze around me.
The sounds of the passing cars, the murmurs of the café patrons, the rustle of the wind through the trees—all of it vanished, replaced by the heavy, erratic thudding of my own heart.
The little girl gave one last cheerful wave, then turned back around and happily skipped away, her hand firmly holding onto her mother’s as they disappeared around the corner of the street.
They left me sitting there, staring blankly at the empty sidewalk where they had just been standing.
"Daddy’s friend...?"