My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 126: Overgod’s Mercy

Cain’s raised hand trembled in the air, not from fear, but from something he had just sensed.

The killing intent that had burned so fiercely in his eyes slowly cooled as he narrowed his gaze at Elder Fang. Instead of striking, he let his blood mana sink inward, spreading through his senses like an invisible net.

He pushed a thin stream of mana outward, brushing lightly against the old man’s aura.

And then he felt it.

A thread.

A faint yet undeniable thread of blood energy that did not belong solely to Elder Fang.

It stretched from him... to Faith.

Cain’s eyes widened slightly.

What is this?

He focused harder, allowing his awareness to sharpen. The thread became clearer, forming a mist like connection between Elder Fang and Faith. It was not thick like a master servant bond. It was not binding like the marriage pact between him and Faith.

It was different.

Cain murmured in his mind, analyzing it quickly.

This old man formed a blood contract with Faith.

He understood the structure almost instantly. It was a one time protection oath. If Faith’s life were ever in absolute danger, Elder Fang would be forced to intervene once. Only once.

After that, the contract would dissolve.

Cain’s breath slowed.

In his past life, he had researched the fall of the Moonshade family extensively. He had read through ancient fragments and broken records, piecing together what he could about that tragic annihilation.

Faith had not died immediately when the Moonshade estate was destroyed.

She had escaped.

For a few weeks, she survived while being hunted.

He had always wondered how.

Now it made sense.

No wonder she survived that time.

It should be this old man.

Elder Fang must have used that one protection to shield her during the initial collapse.

Cain closed his eyes briefly.

The burning urge to kill faded, replaced by something more complicated.

In his head, he spoke coldly.

Since you protected her even for a few weeks in my past life, I will spare you.

His fingers relaxed slightly.

Even if I want to, I cannot.

He let out a faint sigh.

Only if you did not form a blood contract with her, I could have slit your throat without hesitation.

The oppressive killing intent that had suffocated the courtyard slowly withdrew.

Cain thought.

A pity.

The Moonshade vampires, who had been bracing for a massacre, blinked in confusion.

"What is happening?"

"Why did he stop?"

Elder Fang stood stiffly, sweat forming on his forehead. He had clearly felt death looming over him moments ago.

Cain lowered his hand completely and looked at him calmly.

"Elder," he said evenly, "do you believe me now?"

Elder Fang stared at him, stunned. For several seconds, he could not respond.

His pride screamed at him to deny it. His instincts screamed at him that this young man before him was far beyond his reach.

Finally, he swallowed and nodded slowly.

"Yes... yes. You are stronger than me."

Cain shook his head slightly.

"Not that."

Elder Fang frowned. "Huh?"

"I am asking if you believe that the Seer chose me."

The word struck the courtyard like another wave of shock.

The Seer.

Elder Fang’s eyes widened.

Memories surfaced in his mind. The Seer, an existence that rarely involved itself in family matters, had indeed expressed interest in this young man.

At the time, it had been confusing.

Now, standing before Cain’s overwhelming strength, it suddenly seemed logical.

No wonder the Seer seeks him.

He must be special.

Perhaps powerful beyond measure even at a young age.

Elder Fang nodded more firmly this time.

"Yes. Yes, yes. I believe it."

The surrounding vampires exchanged glances.

"If Elder Fang acknowledges him..."

"Then maybe it is true."

"But how can we be certain?"

Elder Fang raised a hand to quiet them.

"I believe you," he said to Cain. "But if you want everyone to stand with you, you must prove your connection to the Seer."

Cain paused.

Seer?

He had only a rough understanding. In his previous life, seers were beings who could glimpse fragments of the future. Rare, dangerous, and difficult to control.

If the Moonshade family had a Seer, then that entity was likely hidden nearby.

Cain closed his eyes slowly.

Fine.

He began circulating blood mana through his fingertips. Dark crimson light gathered, forming delicate lines in the air before him.

He started writing symbols in midair.

The vampires stared in confusion.

"What is he doing?"

Elder Fang frowned. "What are you doing?"

Cain did not open his eyes.

"I can connect to the Seer using this," he replied calmly.

His voice carried confidence.

In truth, he had a different intention.

He would summon the nearest Seer.

Then enslave it.

If he controlled a Seer, he would control information about the future of this backward vampire family. It would become a powerful tool.

The blood symbols grew brighter as he finished the final stroke.

For a brief moment, the air grew eerily quiet.

Then—

The grass beneath their feet began to tremble.

At first it was faint, like distant thunder.

Then stronger.

Boom.

Boom.

The ground shook violently, cracks spreading across the courtyard once more.

The vampires stumbled, grabbing onto pillars and each other.

"What is happening?"

"Is this his doing?"

"Did he summon something?"

The blood symbols in the air flickered wildly.

Cain’s eyes snapped open.

His expression changed instantly.

"Oh no."

He felt it.

Something massive had reacted.

Something far larger than a simple Seer.

The ground roared again, deeper this time, like an enormous beast awakening beneath the earth.

Cain clenched his teeth.

This is not a Seer’s response.

This is something else.

He turned to the others sharply.

"We need to leave. Now."

Faith blinked, still seated on the ground. "What?"

"Move!" Cain snapped, urgency in his voice for the first time.

"I will show proof later. This is not the place."

Another tremor shook the estate, stronger than before.

Tiles fell from rooftops. Walls cracked.

"Let’s go!" Cain shouted.

Before anyone could question him further, he grabbed Faith’s arm and pulled her to her feet.

The courtyard was descending into chaos.

...

Meanwhile, deep inside the Blood Tower at the heart of the Moonshade estate, a heated discussion was underway.

The tower’s grand hall was lit by floating crimson crystals that cast a solemn glow over the assembled nobles.

Rivik, the former Baron and long time leader of the family, sat at the head of the long obsidian table. His expression was stern, lines of age marking his pale face.

Around him sat ten ancestors in spectral projection, their forms flickering faintly with ancient power.

Other nobles filled the chamber, their robes adorned with intricate patterns representing their branches.

They were discussing Cornelia.

"She is too young," one noble said firmly. "To appoint her as Baron now is reckless."

Another nodded. "The position requires experience. Authority. She lacks both."

Rivik folded his hands calmly. "She possesses talent."

"Talent is not enough," a gray haired noble replied. "The family stands at a fragile point. External territories watch us closely."

An ancestor’s spectral form leaned forward.

"The Seer showed signs of interest in the younger generation. That may not be coincidence."

Another ancestor countered, "Interest does not equal endorsement."

Voices overlapped.

"We must think of stability."

"We must think of the future."

"Cornelia may grow into the role, but now is not the time."

Rivik’s gaze hardened slightly.

"She has potential beyond what you see."

"Potential will not stop rival territories," someone retorted.

The debate grew louder.

Then—

The tower trembled.

The long table rattled violently.

Chandeliers swayed overhead.

The nobles froze.

"What was that?"

Another tremor struck, stronger.

Dust fell from the ceiling.

Rivik stood abruptly. "What is going on?"

One noble rushed toward the door. "The halflings went out earlier to investigate disturbances in the courtyard."

"Yes," another added anxiously. "Where are they? They should have returned by now."

The ancestors’ spectral forms flickered with concern.

"This shaking is not normal," one of them said gravely.

A third tremor hit, causing cracks to form along the grand hall walls.

"What is happening outside?" someone shouted.

"Why have the halflings not reported back?"

"Is it an attack?"

"From which territory?"

The ground roared once more, louder than before.

The massive doors at the entrance of the Blood Tower suddenly bulged inward as if struck by an enormous force from outside.

Rivik’s eyes narrowed.

"Prepare yourselves," he ordered sharply.

Before anyone could move—

The doors exploded inward.

Bang!