My Blood Legacy: Bloodlines-Chapter 24: Oyakodon?!

"It’s... kind of complicated." She sighed, running a hand through her now long, red hair. "But... it is." She paused briefly before pointing her thumb over her shoulder, almost reluctantly. "She’s my mother."

"Holy shit..." Victor went completely white.

Carmilla stared at Scarlett as if she were looking at a ghost ripped from a very old memory. And, in a way, that was exactly what it was. That little red-haired girl she had taken in... that she had protected... was there, alive, standing before her. How was that possible?

"Scarlett?" Carmilla asked, her voice low, almost cautious.

Scarlett simply nodded.

She didn’t seem exactly happy to see her mother... and there was a reason for that.

"What... happened?" Carmilla asked, visibly nervous now, her heart pounding in her chest—even harder than when she had awakened again thanks to Victor’s blood.

Scarlett shrugged, as if she were talking about something trivial.

"I kind of... slept a little." She said with a crooked half-smile. "After we fought and I found out you’d been killed... I ran away. I completely isolated myself. I ended up sealing myself inside a coffin and... well... I slept for about seven thousand years." She made a vague gesture with her hand. "I woke up later, saw that you were really dead... got a little annoyed... made a bit of a mess around here... and then I was sealed away by the King’s henchmen."

Carmilla let out a long sigh.

A sigh of genuine relief.

"Ah... thank goodness."

Scarlett blinked, confused.

"Thank goodness?"

Carmilla then glanced quickly at Victor.

"Before you jump to strange conclusions... she’s not my blood daughter," she explained calmly. "I turned her into a vampire when she was five. She had been abandoned." She paused briefly, noticing Victor’s utterly shocked expression.

Then she turned her gaze to Scarlett.

"I’m sorry," Carmilla said, bowing slightly in a sincere reverence. "Our fight caused many consequences... and we were separated for too long." She took a deep breath. "Let’s not ruin this now. Right?"

Scarlett stood still.

In silence.

Her expression was almost one of shock.

The Carmilla she remembered—arrogant, proud, impossible to bend—was now there, calm, direct... even humble. It hit her in a strange way that she clearly wasn’t prepared to process.

Victor coughed. "Cough... cough."

He raised his hand, drawing attention. "That explains some things," he commented, glancing sideways at Scarlett. She had already narrowed her eyes. "You got strange when I said I’d revived Carmilla," he continued calmly. "Then you didn’t trust me... and when I said you looked like someone, you changed the subject."

He tilted his head. "Were you... embarrassed?"

Scarlett turned her face so quickly it almost seemed reflexive. "Shut up."

Carmilla looked at her flushed cheeks and just let out a calm, restrained laugh, "So cute as always."

"M-Mom!" She exclaimed loudly, and Carmilla just smiled. She turned to Victor, "Thank you for bringing her back from the sealing. I believe it was the same for me, right?"

Victor nodded, "Similarly, but I think because she was gone for less time, her situation wasn’t as problematic as yours."

Scarlett looked at her mother, "What do you mean?" she asked Victor.

Victor looked at Carmilla and she nodded, "Your mother lost most of her abilities. She’s just a regular vampire now, like me." Victor pointed to himself.

Carmilla stifled a laugh, "Regular? LOL"

Scarlett nodded, looking at her hand, "I lost 75%, but I’m only 892 years old. My mother, on the other hand..."

"You’re 7892 years old. Using the coffin to sleep for 7,000 years still counts." Carmilla corrected, and Scarlett made a disgusted face, "Don’t call me old like that. I need to look younger for Vic~"

Carmilla then finally realized something... "You really don’t waste any time, do you?" She said coldly, "You married me a week ago and you’re already with someone else?" She questioned coldly, and Victor raised his hand in surrender.

"Hold on! Same scheme, remember? Marrying me to avoid senseless deaths!" He said quickly, defending himself. Scarlett stammered then. "Y-you too~"

"Daughter, you’re a bit slow, aren’t you? It’s part of it, being sealed up for too long lowers your intelligence." She spoke calmly, pseudo-aggressively to her new rival.

"Why you~" She started to speak but was interrupted again.

"Just be friends, okay? I have a lot to do," Victor said smiling, "I’m glad you two know each other. It would be problematic to have two completely strange wives."

Scarlett gritted her teeth, ready to unleash an atrocity, but Carmilla smiled and ran to her, hugging her tightly.

Victor just watched the scene with a mixture of concern and lust; well, who wouldn’t want to have mother and daughter exclusively as their wife, right?

Like, it’s kind of exciting to see Carmilla and Scarlett hugging like that, breasts rubbing against breasts~ Victor quickly shook his head.

"Control yourself!" He slapped his own face.

The two stopped and looked at him, "We know you’re fantasizing about us." Carmilla shrugged, "Well, whatever. We’re family now anyway."

Scarlett simply agreed, "Incest with vampires is as common as werewolves sleeping with their own mothers. Nothing wrong with it, it’s natural around here."

Victor even opened his mouth to reply... but the words simply died before they came out.

Because, technically... They weren’t wrong.

Among humans, the idea of ​​relationships within one’s own family has always been surrounded by taboo, morality, and rigid rules built up over thousands of years of society. The human family structure was shaped to preserve social order, inheritance, lineage, and, above all, clear boundaries between generations.

But vampires weren’t human.

And never were. For races with partial immortality and extreme longevity, the concept of "family" became much more confusing over the centuries.

Vampires weren’t born into families like humans. Most of the time, they were created. Transformed. Recruited. Adopted. A vampire could transform someone they found on the street, a lover, a defeated enemy... or an abandoned child they decided to save from death.

These relationships began as something akin to father and son, master and apprentice, or creator and creation.

But the problem with immortality was simple: Centuries did not respect these roles.

One hundred years passed.

Two hundred.

Five hundred.

One thousand years.

Eventually, the difference between "mother," "daughter," "disciple," "partner," "war companion," or "spouse" began to dissolve. What remained was no longer a human hierarchy... but only ancient bonds between creatures that had traversed eras together.

Among ancient vampires, it was not uncommon for bonds to change form over time.

What began as protection could become partnership.

What began as creation could become equality.

What began as family could eventually become something different.

Not because vampires ignored morality. But because human morality simply didn’t survive intact after thousands of years of existence.

For them, what mattered wasn’t "who created whom."

It was who remained by their side through the ages.

Therefore, within ancient vampire societies, these things were rarely seen as scandalous. They were just another of the many inevitable oddities of a race that didn’t age, didn’t die easily... and lived long enough to see the very meaning of family transform several times.

In the end, for vampires... blood always spoke louder than human rules.

After a few seconds of thinking it over, Victor ignored it; after all, his mother was an example of blatant immorality, and he wasn’t going to argue about it.

He turned to look at the door; he heard footsteps coming. "You... little bats, please," he said, and the two stopped their embrace and nodded.

Carmilla understood first. Scarlett took half a second longer... but soon nodded as well.

Without wasting any time, the two dissolved into a brief cloud of dark mist before transforming into two small bats. The creatures flapped their wings rapidly and flew straight into Victor’s clothes, hiding there without making a sound.

Just then—CLANK.

The enormous iron door of the cell began to open. The sound echoed heavily down the corridor. The figure on the other side was slowly revealed as the opening widened.

It was Sable.

She stepped a few paces into the dark room, her eyes immediately fixing on Victor... There was irritation there.

Not just irritation, a kind of silent anger.

She crossed her arms. "Congratulations," she said, her tone laden with sarcasm. "Your grandmother made complete chaos in the three palaces."

Victor blinked.

Sable continued to stare at him with an arrogant and clearly irritated air.

"Royal guards running everywhere. Hysterical nobles. Councilors shouting." She tilted her head slightly. "She basically turned everything into a spectacle."

Victor scratched his cheek. "...What grandmother?" he questioned, genuinely curious... He had a grandmother?... I mean, he lived about thirty years in bed, but he never knew he had a grandmother... until now.

Sable looked at him, as confused as he was. "You don’t know you have a grandmother?"

Victor looked at her, "Should I know? I’m kind of the Cursed One, you know, apart from my mother, everyone hates me." He shrugged.

Sable looked at him, not knowing what to say. Her red hair had even lost its color just thinking that this sickly force of nature had caused such a commotion without them even knowing each other...

"Chysis Valentine, your grandmother." She said, "The Army Marshal."

Victor blinked, "Who?"...

Carmilla inside his clothes. ’His grandmother is Chysis?! That explains a lot!’