Dawn of light - Reincarnated as a villain

Chapter 19: Conversation

The moonlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow over Zephyx's sleeping face. His features were calm, his breathing steady, and his handsome face looked even more serene in slumber. Unable to resist, Drusilla reached out and gently caressed his cheek, her fingers brushing against his warm skin.

It had been a week since she started teaching him the fundamentals of swordsmanship. Within the third day, he had learned them by heart, something that she had thought would be inevitable. But she insisted on getting him to keep practicing for the remainder of the week, allowing his movements to become automatic. Regardless of how fast he had learned, there was always an opportunity for perfection.

As she sat next to him, observing him sleep, she let out a sigh and created a soundproof shield around him. She couldn't afford for him to hear this conversation. She reached into her storage ring and pulled out a small orb—one she hadn't handled in seven years. It was strange in her hand, a reminder of a life she had left behind.

With a steady breath, she infused the orb with her mana. The artifact hummed to life, glowing faintly before materializing a magical panel in the air. The screen shimmered, and after a moment, the image of a woman appeared.

The woman had long black hair, crimson eyes, and an air of authority that could silence a room. She looked like an older version of Drusilla, but her expression was filled with shock and emotion the moment she saw her.

"Drusilla... is that you?" the woman's voice trembled, the disbelief clear.

"Yes, Mom," Drusilla answered nonchalantly, though she could sense the intensity of her mother's feelings through the panel.

"Where are you?! And why did you leave home seven years ago?! What have you been doing all this time?!" her mother asked in a flurry. Her face was a combination of happiness, relief, and sorrow.

Drusilla shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, I ran away because I was tired of dealing with all the political nonsense. It was too stifling."

Her mother's expression darkened, and she looked ready to launch into another tirade, but Drusilla cut her off. "That's not why I called you," she said firmly.

Her mother blinked, her curiosity replacing her frustration. "Then why?"

Drusilla paused for a second before stating, "I made my first vampire."

A long silence passed before her mother's eyes opened wide, and her voice exploded in a virtual shout. "WHAT?! YOU MADE YOUR FIRST VAMPIRE?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THAT MEANS?!"

Drusilla flushed, averting her gaze. "Yes, Mother. I know what it means."

"You shared blood for the first time! That's not something trivial! That is something you should do with someone you love!" Her mother's tone was of disbelief and anger.

Drusilla glanced at Zephyx, who was still peacefully asleep beside her. Her cheeks burned as she looked at him.

Her mother's gaze followed hers, landing on the sleeping figure. Her crimson eyes narrowed as she studied him intently. Then, as if struck by a realization, she looked back at Drusilla. "Don't tell me... the person you turned has a kid already."

Drusilla stiffened, her blush deepening. "He is the one I turned," she confessed.

Her mother's jaw dropped, and for a moment, she was utterly silent.

"...He's the one?"

"...Yes," Drusilla mumbled, unable to meet her mother's gaze.

The silence hung, thick with unspoken words. At last, her mother let out a deep sigh, her face a combination of fatigue and frustration. "So, let me understand this. You've been away for seven years, and the first time you call me is to inform me that you've created your first vampire. and it's a kid?"

Drusilla nodded hesitantly. "Yeah."

Another long sigh escaped her mother's lips.

"But that's not the only reason I called," Drusilla added quickly, her tone growing serious.

Her mother noticed the shift and leaned closer to the panel. "What is it, then?"

Drusilla breathed deeply before continuing, "When I turned him, the process wasn't typical. Humans tend to die during the transformation and wake up as vampires. But with him. it was different. His body experienced such pain—his skin torn apart, his bones shattered and reformed, and his eyes didn't completely turn red. Instead, his left eye burst and rebuilt itself completely. It was like his very existence was being rewritten."

Her mother's eyes widened as she listened, but Drusilla wasn't finished.

"That's not all," she continued. "When he awakened, his category wasn't one I've ever read about in our entire family library. It's new. His category is as powerful—no, possibly more powerful—than our family's category."

Her mother stared at her, visibly shaken. It took her a moment to compose herself before she asked cautiously, "So, what are you implying?"

"Nothing for now," Drusilla replied. "I just wanted you to know. I'll be bringing him home with me after another month of training."

Her mother's shock turned into a resigned sigh. "Fine. I'll prepare for your arrival. But don't expect a warm reception from your father."

"Understood," Drusilla said, watching as the panel flickered and then dematerialized.

Turning her attention back to Zephyx, she dispelled the barrier around him and leaned closer. He shifted slightly in his sleep, grunting softly as she slid under the blanket beside him. Wrapping her arms around him, she clung to him like a koala, resting her head on his chest.

"Goodnight, Darling~," she whispered with a soft chuckle, though he didn't hear her.