Chapter 375: The Last Quiet Day
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The crimson-black cocoon stood in the dim stillness of the Void Land like a sealed heart pulled out of some ancient beast and left to pulse in the dark.
Sekhmet remained in front of it for a while after the transformation ended, his eyes fixed on the layered surface as faint lines of deep red moved beneath the shell. Mira’s body was hidden now. Only the shape of change remained. The cocoon was not smooth like Lily’s had been. It looked denser. Harder. Veined with scale-like ridges that caught the low light of the strange sky above and gave back almost nothing.
That meant the system had been right.
Crimson Gorgon.
Not merely another true vampire.
Something narrower. Sharper. More personal to the bloodline she came from.
Auri landed lightly near him with a small rustle sound and tilted her head at the cocoon. She had come from the direction of her little house, where she had probably been pretending not to watch from a distance until curiosity became stronger than restraint.
Her red eyes narrowed.
"She feels different."
Sekhmet glanced at her. "Different how."
Auri took two small steps closer, then stopped before the shell. Smart decision. Even without full understanding, she knew when a thing inside the Void Land was changing in a way that deserved caution.
"..." Auri searched for the shape of it, then made a faint circling motion. "Bright and sharp together. She feels colder. Heavier." Her gaze stayed on the cocoon. "Like something with patience."
That was a good answer.
Very good.
Sekhmet let his own senses press outward again, feeling the pulse under the shell.
It was stable. Hungry in a sleeping way.
He said, "Mira stays here until she wakes."
Auri puffed her chest slightly, making it clear she had already guessed that much and resented being told obvious things.
"I know."
"I am saying it anyway."
She just nods.
He looked back at the cocoon. "Nothing disturbs her. Not bats. Not ghouls. Not prisoners. If Bat Bat comes to play with leaf. Don’t let her near Mira."
Auri’s month opened very slightly, "She can’t come without you opening the gate."
Sekhmet replied, "She will ask me to do it. So when she comes don’t let her."
"Yes."
Auri settled back and looked proud at being entrusted with something serious. "I will watch."
Sekhmet gave one short nod.
Then he turned and let the Void Land open for him again.
The gate peeled apart the dark like a wound in quiet cloth, and Dawn House waited on the other side.
Morning had already moved properly through the estate by then.
The air inside the house carried the smell of hot water, lamp oil, paper, polished wood, and tension. Servants moved quickly, but not wildly. The difference mattered. Panic broke houses. Discipline sharpened them. The maids of Dawn House were not panicking.
They were preparing.
Sekhmet crossed the side corridor and went directly toward the inner strategy room. Two maids bowed as he passed. One carried folded cloth. The other carried a tray of sharpened metal pieces hidden under linen so that any ordinary visitor would mistake them for kitchen tools instead of cleaned blades.
The house was learning.
Or perhaps more accurately, the house was remembering what Elena had always meant it to be.
Inside the strategy room, Elena was already there.
Of course she was.
She stood over a table crowded now not only with route sketches, but with supply counts, hidden storage notes, message slips, and stacked ledgers that Mira would normally have been handling herself. Kess stood at the opposite end holding two papers and looking deeply uncomfortable with how much work had been placed in his hands.
Also good.
Useful men should be uncomfortable at least some of the time. It kept them awake.
Elena looked up first. "Where is Mira? I heard she came to meet you."
"In the Void Land," Sekhmet said. "She is changing."
Kess’s eyes sharpened. Elena’s expression barely moved, but the room listened more closely at once. She knew what changing meant. So she did ask any unnecessary questions. Instead she asked what needed.
"How long," she asked.
"Sixteen to twenty-four hours."
That made Elena glance once at the ledgers on the table, recalculating the work weight immediately.
"Then she is unavailable for the day."
"Yes."
Elena nodded once. "Fine."
No wasted drama. No worry for worry’s sake. Just adjustment.
Sekhmet stepped closer to the table. "You take house-side control fully until she wakes."
Elena inclined her head. "Already done."
He believed her.
Of course he did.
He looked at Kess next. "Records. Family names. Route notes. Anything connected to Dawn lands or Mihos’s likely support lines."
Kess answered quickly. "I have already begun sorting what I know."
"Good."
Kess hesitated for half a breath, then added, "I can also review any merchant names Mira considered sensitive. Main houses often hide pressure through third-line trade channels."
Useful answer.
Sekhmet gave a short nod. "Do it."
Kess bowed his head slightly and looked both burdened and pleased to be needed. Strange creature. But useful.
Elena pushed one ledger slightly across the table. "Mira had already marked emergency labor groups and reserve contract purchases. The maids are moving what can be moved without drawing attention. I have also shifted two inner-house girls to record support and one older servant to message discipline."
Sekhmet looked down the list and found no flaw in the immediate logic.
The house side would hold.
"What about Lily," Elena asked.
"She trains. She stays close. She moves only where I allow."
Elena approved of that. He saw it in the smallest stillness at the corner of her mouth.
Outside the room, somewhere deeper in the hall, Bat Bat’s voice rose in protest.
"That is not stealth. That is injustice with footwork."
Then Vera’s voice, calm and flat. "Again."
Then Bat Bat again, much fainter now, because she was clearly moving quickly whether she wished to or not. "I am naturally elegant. You are destroying my artistic process."
Kess blinked once.
Sekhmet did not.
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