My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 58: Newfound Confidence

Vance stood off to the side, chest lifted, chin raised despite the swelling on his face.

Watching Sevette release her mana filled him with a fierce pride that drowned out the lingering pain.

This was his fiancée.

This was the woman everyone whispered about in the capital.

Even among nobles, even among geniuses, she surely stood at the top. Peak twelfth stage of the Blood Infusion realm. At her age, at her background, this was nothing short of brilliance.

He clenched his fists, eyes shining.

Of course she’s like this, he thought. Of course she’s strong. Father always said she was born from a Marquis Vampire mother that’s why he chose her as his fiance. Anyone who dares challenge her is just asking to be humiliated.

He glanced toward Cornelia with thinly veiled contempt. A Moonshade daughter, but only a weak Baron’s blood. How could she possibly compare?

Yet even as pride surged through him, something felt wrong.

Sevette did not look back at him.

Not even once.

It was as if he wasn’t there at all. As if the man who had just been beaten bloody, the man who was supposed to be her future husband, had faded into nothing more than background noise.

Vance opened his mouth, wanting to say something, wanting to remind her that he was still here, still important, still worthy of her attention.

But Sevette’s eyes were fixed elsewhere.

On Cain.

Cain, for his part, appeared calm, almost bored.

His posture was relaxed, shoulders loose, hands resting at his sides. To anyone else, he looked like a weak fledgling caught in the middle of a clash between two powerful women.

Inside, his thoughts moved quickly.

This Sevette girl... her talent is not bad.

He assessed her calmly, the way a god might observe a promising mortal. Her mana control was sharp. Her foundation was stable. Her aura did not leak, which meant she had trained carefully, not recklessly. Her demeanor was confident without being frantic, and even her arrogance was polished rather than crude.

Compared to the three sisters, Cain admitted silently, her talent was far above... Far above the three of them.

She has a good temperament too, he added, amused. Even if she’s clearly a vixen.

That single thought made Cornelia’s heart jolt.

She stiffened slightly, her expression unchanged to the outside world, but inside her chest something tightened painfully. She could hear his thoughts.

Every stray comment.

Every casual judgment.

Far above.

Those words echoed.

Cornelia knew her own level better than anyone. Tenth stage of the Blood Infusion realm. Two stages below Sevette. In a realm where each stage was a steep climb, two stages might as well be a wall.

If they truly fought... she would lose.

Her fingers trembled slightly before she clenched them into fists.

Should I accept? she asked herself.

Jealousy crept in before she could stop it, bitter and sharp. The Moonshade sisters had grown up with more resources than most. Their father was a Baron, after all. From a young age, she had access to blood crystals, instructors, techniques that ordinary nobles could only dream of.

And yet...

Cornelia remembered the nights she trained until her limbs shook. The mornings she woke up coughing blood because she had pushed her circulation too hard. She remembered collapsing in practice halls, teeth clenched so tightly her jaw ached, forcing herself to stand again because she refused to fall behind her sisters.

She remembered the long years it took just to reach the seventh stage.

Each breakthrough had come with pain. Each advancement had been paid for with sweat and fear and stubborn pride.

I worked so hard, she thought, her chest tightening. I really did.

And still, Sevette stood above her.

The insecurity gnawed at her, whispering cruel things. Maybe you’re not enough. Maybe you never were.

Then Cain sighed.

It was soft, barely audible, but to Cornelia it rang loudly.

What a pity, Cain thought. This vixen Sevette may be talented, but she chose the wrong challenge.

Cornelia’s breath caught.

Cain’s gaze slid toward her, just a fraction, enough for her to feel it. His thoughts continued, calm and almost indifferent.

Challenging a vampire who is being nourished by a blood pact connected to an Overgod like me... isn’t that stupid?

Cornelia’s eyes widened.

For a split second, everything else disappeared.

The noise. The pressure. Sevette’s overwhelming aura.

She almost forgot.

He’s an Overgod.

Her blood.

Her body.

Her very foundation was tied to him.

Nourished by his power, strengthened by a pact far above mortal understanding.

Even if you reached the peak of the Blood Condensation realm, Cain’s thoughts continued, you wouldn’t be able to hurt one of my wives. And worse, even if one of them released a bit of blood mana, you would collapse in a second.

He sighed again, as if genuinely disappointed.

Cornelia’s heart began to pound.

Confidence flooded back in a rush so sudden it made her dizzy.

Not arrogance.

Something deeper.

Something steadier.

She straightened.

At that moment, Sevette spoke again, her voice cutting through the heavy air.

"You look hesitant," Sevette said, eyes sharp as she studied Cornelia. "Let me tell you something."

She took a step forward, her mana pulsing steadily, controlled yet overwhelming.

"I didn’t reach this level by luck," Sevette said. "I trained until my veins burned. I fought opponents stronger than me and learned to survive. I broke through barriers people said were impossible."

Her voice carried conviction, pride forged through hardship.

"I was mocked. Tested. Pushed aside because of my background. Because I was a woman. Because people thought I relied on talent alone."

She laughed softly, but there was no humor in it.

"Every stage I climbed was earned."

The pressure around her intensified slightly, making the guards grit their teeth.

"So tell me," Sevette continued, eyes gleaming.

"Do you dare fight me?"

Her lips curled upward, confidence dripping from every word.

"You can refuse," she added calmly. "But it won’t change anything. With my talent, my father will rise. Our house will rise. And when that happens, I will take Cain anyway."

Her gaze flicked briefly to him, possessive, unapologetic.

"It’s inevitable."

Cain blinked.

Ah... shit!

I hope they change the way they compete, and not strength. Suddenly, he shook his head..i shouldn’t think negatively. My wife doesn’t know yet that she’s far above this vixen. She can get scared with the level of mana mastery Sevette displayed.

He almost sighed aloud. He had thought this might finally be his way out. A clean break. A scandal big enough to shatter the marriage.

Who knew this girl would be this foolish.

Helplessness crept in, rare and unwelcome. Not because he feared Sevette, but because he could already see the direction this was going.

Cornelia lifted her chin.

The insecurity was gone now, burned away by something fiercer. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"Oooh?" Cornelia said softly, a slow smile forming. "Is that so?"

Sevette frowned slightly, sensing the unknown change.

Cornelia took a step forward.

"Let’s fight then," she said clearly. "I accept your challenge."

The corridor seemed to freeze.

Vance stared, eyes bulging. "What?"

The guards exchanged panicked looks.

Cain felt something twist inside him.

Fuck! Fuck! This girl is battle hardened. She never says no to a challenge.

Cornelia’s aura began to stir, not explosively, not wildly, but with a deep, steady rhythm. It felt different from before. Denser. Sharper.

Sevette’s eyes narrowed.

"So you really think you stand a chance?" Sevette asked.

Cornelia met her gaze without flinching. "You talk a lot for someone who hasn’t even started."

Cain watched them, his expression unreadable.

Inside, his thoughts were helpless.

Damn it!