My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 80: Overgod’s Time

The words fell into the hall like a blade that had been quietly drawn and then suddenly pressed against the throat of reality itself.

For a moment, nobody breathed.

The vampires of the Moonshade family, the ordinary ones and not the ancestors, stood frozen where they were, their bodies still bent in kneeling positions or halfway through rising, their hands still clutching their military tokens or pressed against the cold stone floor.

Their crimson eyes widened, and their expressions shifted from reverence to pure disbelief so quickly that it almost looked painful.

"What...?"

One of them spoke first, his voice cracking.

"What did she just say...?"

Another vampire turned his head stiffly toward the one beside him, as if hoping he had misheard.

"Design... on her husband...?"

"Cain...?"

The name itself felt strange in their mouths.

Cain.

For so long, that name had meant nothing.

For so long, that name had been nothing more than an empty title attached to an empty existence.

A puppet husband.

A symbol.

A decoration.

A political necessity.

Nothing more.

Nothing less.

They began murmuring, their voices quiet at first, but growing louder as confusion and disbelief spread through them like fire creeping through dry grass.

"Wait..."

"Did she just warn Sevette not to approach him?"

"Did she just claim him... like he was actually important?"

"That makes no sense..."

"He’s just a paper husband..."

"He doesn’t even hold military authority..."

"He doesn’t command troops..."

"He has never led a single campaign..."

"He has never shown any outstanding combat ability..."

"He has always stood behind Madam Cornelia..."

"He has always been silent..."

"He has always been ignored..."

Their eyes slowly turned toward Cain.

He stood where he always stood.

Still.

Calm.

Unmoving.

He had not reacted.

He had not spoken.

He had not even bothered to change his expression.

His posture was straight, his shoulders relaxed, his hands resting naturally at his sides. His face remained composed, almost indifferent, as if none of this concerned him at all.

Which only made everything worse.

Which only made everything more unsettling.

Because now that they were actually looking at him...

Really looking at him...

They began to notice things they had never noticed before.

Things that had always been there.

Things they had simply never paid attention to.

Sevette stood frozen before Cornelia, her body trembling slightly.

She lifted her eyes slowly.

Cornelia’s gaze met hers.

Those red eyes.

Deep.

Cold.

Beautiful.

Terrifying.

Her long, naturally curly brown hair framed her face, the rich color creating a sharp and striking contrast against the crimson glow of her eyes. The faint light of the hall reflected off her knight armor, making her look both noble and dangerous at the same time.

Sevette’s throat tightened.

Her heart pounded.

She could not breathe properly.

She had never felt this kind of pressure before.

Not even from the ancestors.

Not even from the battlefield.

This was different.

This was absolute.

She swallowed.

Her lips trembled slightly before she forced them to move.

"Yes..."

Her voice was quiet.

Weak.

"I understand..."

Her fingers curled against her thighs.

"I will no longer try to flirt with your husband, Madam."

Her voice cracked slightly on the last word.

Her eyes lowered.

Her shoulders slumped.

She looked defeated.

Not just physically.

But emotionally.

As if something inside her had been crushed completely.

The confirmation sent another wave of shock through the hall.

The vampires stared at her in disbelief.

"She admitted it..."

"She really admitted it..."

"She was trying to seduce him..."

"But why...?"

Their eyes slowly turned back toward Cain.

This time, they looked at him differently.

Not with indifference.

Not with dismissal.

But with curiosity.

And uncertainty.

And something else.

Something they did not want to admit.

"...Why him?"

One vampire whispered.

"He’s just a puppet husband..."

Another spoke quietly.

"But Madam Cornelia warned Sevette personally..."

"And Sevette obeyed immediately..."

"That means..."

Their thoughts began to spiral.

Their assumptions began to crack.

Their understanding of reality began to shift.

They had always believed Cain was nothing.

But now...

Cornelia, who possessed Prince or Princess level bloodline lineage...

Cornelia, who had just forced even the ancestors to kneel before her...

Cornelia, who now stood at the absolute center of their family’s future...

Had personally claimed him.

Protected him.

Warned others away from him.

That meant something.

It had to mean something.

Their eyes lingered on him longer now.

Studying him.

Observing him.

Trying to understand what they had failed to see before.

One of the ancestors suddenly spoke.

His voice was calm, but sharp.

"Sevette."

She flinched immediately and looked up.

"Why," the ancestor asked slowly, "were you trying to seduce Cornelia’s husband?"

The question echoed through the hall.

Sevette froze.

Her fingers tightened.

She hesitated.

She could not answer truthfully.

She could not say that she had been drawn to his bloodline talent. The Duke level talent.

She could not say that something inside her had reacted instinctively to his presence.

She could not say that his bloodline had called to her in ways she did not understand.

She could not explain that terrifying and irresistible pull.

So she chose the simplest lie.

She lowered her eyes and spoke quietly.

"I..."

She hesitated again.

"I found him handsome."

Silence.

Complete silence.

Every head turned toward Cain.

Slowly.

Carefully.

As if seeing him for the first time.

And this time...

They really saw him.

His face.

Sharp.

Refined.

Perfectly balanced.

His pale skin carried a faint, almost unreal smoothness, like marble touched by moonlight.

His eyes were calm, deep, and distant, holding an ancient stillness that did not belong to someone of his apparent age.

His black hair fell naturally around his face, framing it in a way that made his features stand out even more.

But it was not just his face.

It was his presence.

The way he stood.

Relaxed.

Unbothered.

Untouched by the chaos around him.

He did not seek attention.

He did not demand authority.

He simply existed.

And yet...

That existence alone felt heavy.

Oppressive.

Like standing before something vast and endless.

The female vampires began whispering among themselves.

Quietly at first.

Then more urgently.

"...He is handsome..."

"I did not notice before..."

"His face..."

"And his eyes..."

"They feel..."

"...dangerous..."

"And his posture..."

"He stands like someone who has never bowed to anyone..."

"And his aura..."

"It feels strange..."

"Cold..."

"Ancient..."

"Like..."

They hesitated.

"...Like an ancestor."

That word lingered in the air.

The ancestors themselves stiffened.

They stared at Cain.

Really stared.

Their senses sharpened.

Their instincts screamed.

Their blood reacted.

One ancestor’s eyes widened slightly.

"...Wait."

Another leaned forward slightly.

"...That feeling..."

"...His blood..."

"...It feels..."

The realization struck them all at once.

Their eyes widened in shock.

"...Don’t tell me..."

One ancestor whispered.

"...You upgraded your bloodline lineage too?"

The words hit the hall like thunder.

Every vampire froze.

Their hearts pounded.

Their eyes locked onto Cain.

Cornelia watched them.

And she smiled.

It was soft.

Beautiful.

Proud.

"My husband," she whispered quietly.

The words carried warmth.

Possession.

Devotion.

The vampires trembled.

Because now that they were paying attention...

Now that they were truly sensing him...

They felt it.

That presence.

That pressure.

It was not explosive like Cornelia’s.

It was deeper.

Older.

Heavier.

Like an endless ocean beneath a calm surface.

Their instincts screamed submission.

Their blood trembled.

Their souls reacted.

Their whispers filled the hall.

"...His presence..."

"...It feels like Madam Cornelia’s..."

"...No..."

"...It feels..."

"...even deeper..."

"...What is he...?"

"...What kind of bloodline is that...?"

"...Why have we never noticed before...?"

"...How could we not notice before...?"

Their voices trembled with awe.

With fear.

With hope.

One ancestor stepped forward slowly.

His body trembled slightly.

But his eyes burned with determination.

He lowered himself.

Carefully.

Respectfully.

He bowed his head.

And spoke.

"...Would you allow us..."

His voice was quiet.

Reverent.

"...to test your bloodline lineage?"

The hall fell silent.

Every vampire waited.

Holding their breath.

Hoping.

Praying.

Because if it was true...

If their family now possessed two beings of such bloodline...

Then their rise would no longer be a dream.

It would be inevitable.