My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 159: Overgod as Sacrifice

For a moment, no one spoke.

The words hung in the air like a blade that had already been swung but had not yet landed.

Then slowly, almost as if pulled by an unseen force, every head in the clearing turned toward Cain.

One by one.

First the younger members of the Moonshade family, their faces pale and confused as their eyes searched for the man that had just been pointed out.

Then the elders.

Elder Rivik’s brows slowly furrowed as his gaze moved across the group until it found Cain standing quietly near the back. His expression changed, not into anger, not into fear, but into something deeper, something that carried weight and thought.

Elder Zenaya turned next.

Her hand still rested lightly on the fallen blood owl, yet her eyes lifted and locked onto Cain. For a brief second, something flickered across her face, a mix of confusion and disbelief that did not quite form into words.

Ancestor Ghurn turned as well.

His old body remained kneeling, yet his head lifted slowly, his aged eyes narrowing as they landed on Cain’s calm figure. The nine other ancient vampires beside him, each one bald, each one carrying the heavy air of long years and countless battles, followed his gaze.

All of them looked at Cain.

The clearing grew quiet again.

Cain blinked once.

Then he slowly raised his hand and pointed at himself.

"...Me?"

His tone carried just the right amount of confusion.

It was almost convincing.

Across the clearing, the princesses watched him carefully.

For a brief moment, something unusual passed across their faces.

Their eyes tightened.

Their posture grew tense.

Even Princess Aurelia, who had carried herself with calm authority from the beginning, showed the faintest trace of caution as her gaze lingered on Cain.

Still, they nodded.

"Yes."

Princess Valeria spoke again, her voice steady even though something in her eyes remained alert.

"You."

The Moonshade vampires reacted instantly.

"What?"

"You want him?"

Several of the normal family members stepped forward in disbelief.

"That useless trash?"

"He’s just a paper husband!"

"He doesn’t even fight!"

Their voices overlapped with confusion and disbelief, each one louder than the last as they tried to make sense of what they were hearing.

"Why him?"

"What’s so special about him?"

"He’s just dead weight!"

None of the elders spoke.

But the younger vampires did not hold back.

They looked at Cain with open doubt, some even shaking their heads as if the idea itself was ridiculous.

Then suddenly—

The air changed.

It did not explode.

It did not roar.

But it pressed down.

A heavy, suffocating presence filled the clearing.

The younger vampires froze.

Their voices died instantly.

Cold ran through their veins as their bodies stiffened without their control.

Their eyes widened.

They turned slowly.

Ivira stood there.

Beside her were Cornelia and Faith.

The three sisters did not move.

They did not speak.

Yet the pressure coming from them alone felt like standing beneath a collapsing sky.

Ivira’s gaze was cold.

Cornelia’s expression was calm but firm.

Faith’s eyes held something deeper, something quiet but heavy.

The vampires who had just spoken felt their legs weaken.

"I..."

One of them tried to speak but his voice broke.

"We didn’t mean—"

He could not finish.

The pressure alone was enough to silence them completely.

Cain stood there, watching.

His eyes widened slightly.

"They became stronger too?"

The words slipped out under his breath before he could stop them.

The three sisters heard him.

Of course they did.

Their eyes moved toward him for a brief moment.

But none of them said anything.

They simply remained where they stood.

Then suddenly—

"Enough!"

Elder Zenaya’s voice cut through the tension like a sharp blade.

She rose to her feet in one swift motion.

Her eyes burned with anger as she turned toward the members of her family.

"Have you all lost your minds?"

Her voice carried authority that forced everyone to look at her.

"You dare speak of him like that?"

Her gaze moved across each of them.

"You call him useless?"

"You call him trash?"

Her voice grew louder with each word.

"After everything that has happened tonight?"

The younger vampires lowered their heads.

No one dared to answer.

Zenaya took a step forward.

"Do you think strength is the only thing that matters?"

Her eyes hardened.

"Do you think the only value a person has is how well they fight?"

Silence answered her.

She pointed toward Cain.

"That man is part of our family."

Her voice trembled slightly, not from weakness, but from anger that she refused to hide.

"He is bound to us."

"He is one of us."

Her gaze swept across the group again.

"And yet you insult him in front of outsiders?"

Her hands clenched at her sides.

"Have you no pride?"

No one spoke.

Even the wind seemed to have stopped.

Zenaya took a slow breath.

Then she turned slightly toward Cain.

Her expression softened just a little.

"...I apologize."

Before she could say more—

Cain stepped forward.

"Thank you."

His voice was calm.

It carried warmth that seemed almost out of place in the tense atmosphere.

Zenaya blinked.

Cain smiled faintly.

"I appreciate it."

He placed a hand over his chest as if acknowledging her words.

Then his gaze slowly moved.

Toward Faith.

His expression changed.

Something softer appeared in his eyes.

"You know..."

He spoke slowly, as if choosing each word with care.

"I’ve never really said this out loud."

Faith froze.

Her black hair fell straight down her back, unmoving in the still air.

Her eyes met his.

Cain smiled gently.

"When we were younger..."

His voice grew quieter.

"...you used to follow me everywhere."

Faith’s fingers tightened slightly at her side.

"You would always hold onto my sleeve."

His smile deepened just a little.

"You were afraid I would leave you behind."

A faint memory surfaced in her mind.

A younger version of herself.

A small hand gripping his clothes tightly.

"I never forgot that."

Cain’s gaze lingered on her.

"You were always honest."

"You never hid how you felt."

He paused.

"...That’s what I love about you."

Faith’s breath caught for a moment.

She did not speak.

She could not.

Cain turned next.

Ivira.

His expression shifted again.

"You were always different."

Ivira’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"You were strict."

"You were always busy."

He let out a soft breath.

"Sometimes I thought you didn’t even care."

Ivira’s fingers clenched slightly.

But Cain shook his head.

"I was wrong."

His voice softened.

"I know now."

"You carried everything on your shoulders."

"Responsibility."

"Pressure."

"You never complained."

His gaze met hers directly.

"You acted cold..."

"...but you were just tired."

Ivira’s eyes trembled slightly.

Cain smiled faintly.

"I understand that now."

He paused.

"...And I love that about you too."

Ivira said nothing.

But her silence spoke louder than any words.

Finally, Cain looked at Cornelia.

His expression grew calm.

"You..."

He exhaled softly.

"You were always steady."

Cornelia’s gaze remained firm as she watched him.

"You never panicked."

"You never lost control."

He smiled.

"You were always a leader."

His voice carried quiet admiration.

"Even when things were falling apart..."

"...you stayed strong."

Cornelia’s lips parted slightly.

Cain nodded.

"That’s something I could never ignore."

He took a slow breath.

"You’re amazing."

His eyes softened.

"...All of you are."

Silence filled the clearing again.

The weight of his words settled over everyone present.

Cain looked at them one last time.

Then he smiled.

"I’m grateful."

His voice was calm.

"...to be your husband."

The three sisters stood frozen.

Their hearts beat loudly in their chests.

Before any of them could speak—

Cain turned away.

His gaze moved toward the princesses.

"Well then."

His tone changed.

It became lighter.

Almost casual.

"You want me, right?"

The Moonshade vampires froze.

"Wait—"

Ancestor Ghurn tried to speak.

But Cain raised his hand slightly.

"It’s fine."

He took a step forward.

"They asked for me."

His voice remained steady.

"In exchange for the two sorcerers."

He continued walking.

"So I’ll go."

Zenaya’s eyes widened.

"...What?"

Cain did not stop.

"It’s a fair trade."

His tone carried no hesitation.

The distance between him and the princesses grew smaller with each step.

Behind him, the Moonshade family stood in stunned silence.

Zenaya took a step forward.

"Wait!"

Her voice broke.

"What are you doing?"