My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 99: Beautiful Music

Danielle and Rica stared at Cain as if they had just seen a ghost.

"He... he doesn’t remember?" Rica whispered, her voice trembling.

Danielle slowly shook her head, her fingers clutching the hem of her sleeve. "He really doesn’t." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Albert, still leaning through the small hatch of the carriage, looked between them, confusion and fear mixing in his eyes.

For a brief moment, the three of them locked gazes.

They can read his mind, and he doesn’t remember?

They were shocked.

Something strange was happening here.

Suddenly, their locked gazes deepened.

Should they tell him?

Tell him that they can read his mind and that he doesn’t remember.

No words were spoken;

they did not need to speak.

Something was wrong in this situation,

and they all felt it.

But they knew what to do.

Should they tell him?

Suddenly, Danielle gave a faint nod.

Rica swallowed and nodded back.

Albert’s jaw tightened before he also nodded once.

And then—

All three of them felt a choking sensation on their throats.

What’s going on?

Why can’t we speak?

What’s this?

Suddenly, their vision blurred.

They felt the world was going in circles and they had no idea what’s going on with them.

Not long after, all three of them collapsed at the same time.

Their bodies went limp as if their strings had been cut.

Meanwhile, Cain felt his own thoughts go blank.

The world turned white for an instant.

When his eyes opened again, he was still sitting in the carriage, his hand half-raised as if he had been about to gesture.

"...What?"

Danielle lay slumped against the seat.

Rica had fallen sideways, her head resting awkwardly near Cain’s knee.

Albert’s upper body hung inside the carriage, unconscious.

Cain blinked several times.

"What happened?"

He searched his memory.

Nothing.

There was no sound of struggle.

No attack.

No presence.

He only remembered them sitting, talking, laughing, being touched by their compliments and then suddenly they were like this.

The carriage had stopped.

The orcs stood still, red eyes dull, waiting for orders that would not come.

Cain moved quickly.

He reached for Danielle’s wrist.

Her pulse was steady.

He leaned toward Rica.

Also steady.

Albert was breathing normally.

They were not poisoned.

They were not injured.

There was no trace of curse or foreign mana clinging to them.

"They just... fainted?" Cain muttered under his breath.

That made no sense.

All three at once?

His gaze narrowed.

He could not feel any external force nearby.

But something was wrong.

He could feel it.

Not outside.

Inside.

His body felt like it had just used blood magic.

The faint exhaustion that followed the weaving of high-level spells lingered in his veins.

Yet he could not remember casting anything.

He closed his eyes briefly.

Did I do something?

He replayed the last few minutes in his mind.

It was empty.

Blank.

A hole where something should have been.

His brows knit together.

He disliked this feeling.

After confirming again that the three were safe, he gently adjusted their positions so they would not hurt their necks, then stepped out of the carriage.

The night air greeted him with a cool breeze.

The forest around the path was quiet, only the distant chirping of insects breaking the silence.

Cain exhaled slowly.

"I need to check myself."

Without another word, his body dissolved into a swarm of dark red bats, their wings fluttering in near silence as they rose into the night sky.

The swarm moved swiftly, cutting through the darkness like living shadows until they reached a giant tree deep within the forest.

The tree was ancient, its trunk wide and twisted, its branches spreading like the arms of an old guardian. Few dared to approach this place. It was quiet, almost sacred in its isolation.

Cain reformed beneath the tree.

This place was familiar.

A resting place he had used before.

He lowered himself to the ground and crossed his legs in a lotus position.

His breathing slowed.

Then he raised both hands.

Crimson magic circles formed in the air around him, spinning slowly with ancient symbols carved in light.

From each circle, a floating bloody eye emerged, round and unblinking, its pupil like a vertical slit glowing faintly.

One.

Two.

Five.

Ten.

More circles opened until a ring of hovering crimson eyes surrounded him in every direction.

They turned toward him as one.

Cain’s own eyes glowed faintly in response.

"Scan."

The floating eyes began to rotate, beams of red light passing over his body.

Cain spoke softly as the inspection began.

"No damage to meridians."

"No foreign curse marks."

"No foreign mana residue."

"Blood flow is stable."

"Soul stable."

"Core intact."

He raised his hand and formed another seal.

A larger circle appeared beneath him, spinning slowly.

"Check memory stream."

The bloody eyes brightened.

Images flickered around him like fragments of glass.

The carriage.

Danielle laughing.

Rica smiling.

Albert leaning in.

Then—

Nothing.

Blank.

Cain’s lips tightened.

"There is a gap," he murmured.

He extended his senses deeper.

"Check for implanted spell."

The eyes pulsed.

Nothing.

"Check for divine interference."

Nothing.

"Check for law restriction."

Nothing.

He let out a slow breath.

"I cannot find any abnormalities."

Yet his body told him otherwise.

His veins felt slightly heavy, as if he had drawn deeply from his blood mana.

He placed a hand over his chest.

"Something was used."

His head throbbed faintly.

Dizziness brushed against his awareness.

He frowned.

"Is this the side effect of being attacked by a God Above All?"

He had only been struck once before, and that blow had killed him outright. He had no experience with lingering effects.

He exhaled again.

"This is annoying. Could it be my presence as an Overgod made them faint? Is it because I am not feeling well?"

The bloody eyes continued scanning until he waved his hand, dismissing them one by one.

The circles faded.

The forest grew quiet again.

Cain closed his eyes.

"I need to calm down."

He raised his right hand and formed a delicate seal.

From the air before him, a magic circle appeared and when it’s gone, a blood harp took shape, its frame formed from crystallized crimson energy, its strings shimmering like threads of liquid light.

When it’s done, it dropped and Cain caught it.

Gently, he placed it on his lap.

At first, when his fingers touched the strings, the sound that emerged was rough.

Sharp.

Unsteady.

He frowned slightly and adjusted his breathing.

He plucked again.

This time, the sound was softer.

Still uneven.

He continued.

Slowly.

Patiently.

The melody began to form.

It was not a song known to mortals.

It was not something he had learned from anyone.

It was the rhythm of his own blood.

Each note carried warmth.

Each vibration traveled through his fingers into his chest.

The tension in his shoulders loosened little by little.

He kept playing.

The melody flowed like a quiet river.

His breathing matched the rhythm.

His mind, which had been tangled with questions, began to settle.

He let the music continue, his fingers moving with growing ease.

The dizziness faded.

The heaviness in his veins lightened.

The forest responded.

Leaves rustled softly.

A breeze passed through the branches.

Then, from the darkness, a pair of round eyes appeared.

An owl perched on a branch, tilting its head as it listened.

Another joined.

Then another.

Soon several night owls gathered in the tree above him, their feathers blending with the shadows as they listened quietly.

Cain did not stop playing.

He did not even open his eyes.

The melody grew richer, deeper.

The harp’s strings glowed brighter.

Time passed.

The forest seemed to breathe with him.

And then—

A sharp whistle cut through the air.

Before Cain could react, one of the owls above him jerked violently.

A blood arrow pierced its body.

The owl fell from the branch, hitting the ground with a dull thud.

The melody snapped.

Cain’s fingers froze over the strings.

His eyes opened slowly.

He turned his head toward the direction the arrow had come from.

Through the trees, a group of figures emerged.

At their front stood a young man dressed in fine clothes, his expression arrogant, a bow still faintly glowing in his hand.

Several servants followed behind him, carrying goods and chests.

The man smirked.

"Yo, isn’t that Cain?" he called out loudly. "The lucky bastard who married the three beauties of our Moonshade family?"

Suddenly, the man placed both hands to his mouth and shouted, "Yo! Are you getting kicked again on this important day?"

He laughed and looked at his servants, who began laughing along with him.

Suddenly, the young man said, "Let me accompany you, Brother Cain!"

Cain’s gaze dropped briefly to the fallen owl.

The small creature twitched once before going still.

"Annoying," he muttered.

Without a word, Cain raised his hand and formed a seal.

A magic circle appeared beneath the dead owl.

Crimson light erupted upward.

The owl’s body lifted from the ground.

Its feathers darkened.

Its size expanded rapidly.

Bones cracked and reshaped.

Within seconds, a massive red owl towered above the trees, its wings stretching wide as it released a thunderous squawk that shook the forest.

The arrogant young man’s smirk faltered.

"What the—"

The giant owl’s eyes locked onto him.

With a powerful flap of its wings, it launched forward.

The wind pressure alone bent the trees around them.

"Kill it!" the young man shouted.

Too late.

Cain’s eyes widened.

Wait.

I am not allowed to hurt the Moonshade family.

The rule.

The blood pact.

If he harmed a direct member—

"Shit—"

The giant owl slammed into the young man, its talons striking his stomach with crushing force.

Bang!