My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 171: Pam 1/2

Cain did not flinch.

The soldier’s hand remained extended, waiting, demanding, his gaze sharp and fixed on the small demonic badger standing before him. Around them, the tension in the line had grown heavy, the other demi-humans keeping their heads lowered, their breathing controlled, their bodies rigid as they waited for their turn or feared being the next to be questioned.

For a brief moment, everything seemed still.

Then Cain lifted his paw.

It looked clumsy.

Untrained.

Like a creature that barely understood what was being asked of it.

But beneath that appearance—

His control was absolute.

A faint prick formed at the tip of his finger, so small it could not be seen, and from it, a thread of blood emerged, thin and precise, weaving itself into shape in a way that no ordinary being could ever manage. It did not drip. It did not fall. It obeyed him completely, forming a small metallic-like token that mirrored the ones he had seen moments ago.

Every line.

Every marking.

Every faint engraving.

Perfect.

He held it out.

The soldier took it without hesitation.

His fingers closed around it as he brought it closer to his face, his eyes narrowing slightly as he inspected it under the dim light.

"...Hmph."

A low sound escaped him.

He turned it once.

Then again.

His expression eased just slightly.

"...Looks fine."

He nodded.

"Move along."

Cain remained still for a fraction of a second.

Then—

He began to turn.

But—

The soldier’s voice came again.

"...Wait."

Cain paused.

Slowly.

The soldier’s eyes narrowed further, his gaze moving up and down Cain’s form, studying him more carefully now.

"...A demi badger?"

His tone changed.

Something clicked in his mind.

"...Since when did we have one of those here?"

The air tightened instantly.

The demi-humans nearby stiffened even more, their fear rising as they felt the change in the soldier’s attitude.

Cain remained still.

Silent.

The soldier’s expression hardened.

"Hold him."

His voice rose sharply.

"Seize him!"

The command cut through the tension like a blade.

The surrounding soldiers reacted immediately.

"Move!"

"That one!"

Hands reached forward.

Weapons shifted.

Their focus locked onto Cain.

And for a brief moment—

Time seemed to stretch.

Cain did not panic.

He did not rush.

Instead—

He smiled.

Not outwardly.

Not in a way anyone could see.

But inside—

"...Impressive."

His thoughts carried a faint hint of approval.

"I thought you’d let it pass."

The moment broke.

He vanished.

Not with speed that could be tracked.

Not with movement that could be followed.

He simply disappeared from where he stood, leaving nothing behind but the faint impression that something had been there a moment ago.

The soldiers froze.

"What?!"

"Where did he—?!"

Their voices overlapped in confusion.

Then—

Another figure appeared several steps away.

A different demi-human.

Taller.

With horns.

Carrying a tray.

Cain.

He walked casually, blending into the flow once more, his form already changed, his presence already erased from their focus.

"...Let’s have some fun."

He continued moving, his body changing again.

And again.

Each step brought a new form.

A beast with long ears.

A thin figure with scaled skin.

A hunched worker carrying tools.

A quiet servant with lowered eyes.

Each transformation was seamless, effortless, perfect.

No hesitation.

No flaw.

The soldiers chased shadows.

"There!"

"No, that’s not him!"

"Spread out!"

Their formation broke further as confusion took hold, their once clean coordination now fractured by the impossible nature of what they were dealing with.

"He’s changing forms!"

"Then watch everyone!"

"How?!"

Their voices grew louder.

More strained.

Cain moved among them like a ghost wearing countless faces, slipping between their focus, always just out of reach, always just beyond their grasp.

He passed by one soldier.

Then another.

Close enough to touch.

Close enough to see the tension in their eyes.

"...Too easy."

He changed again.

A small creature.

Then a large one.

Then something in between.

Each time blending perfectly.

Each time leaving them chasing nothing.

The palace grew louder.

More chaotic.

Demi-humans were pulled from their lines.

"Stop moving!"

"Show your tokens!"

"Don’t run!"

Fear spread quickly, turning the once controlled environment into something unstable.

Cain watched it all.

Enjoyed it.

"...Let’s push it further."

His gaze flicked across the crowd.

Then—

His will moved.

Invisible.

Silent.

It slipped into the minds of several demi-humans nearby, brushing against their thoughts, pressing against their instincts, twisting their fear into something sharper.

One of them lifted his head.

Then another.

Their breathing changed.

Their eyes lost their dullness.

And in the next moment—

They attacked.

A tray flew.

It struck a soldier’s face with a loud crack.

"What—?!"

Another demi-human lunged forward, grabbing at a guard’s weapon, his movements wild and untrained but fueled by something beyond his control.

"Hey! Stop!"

A third joined.

Then a fourth.

Chaos erupted.

"What are you doing?!"

"Control them!"

"They’re attacking!"

The soldiers reacted quickly, trying to subdue them, but the suddenness of the assault broke their rhythm, forcing them into defense rather than pursuit.

Cain stood at the edge of it all.

Watching.

Amused.

"...This is better."

The demi-humans fought without understanding why.

Their fear turned into aggression, their bodies moving against the very beings they had been trained to obey.

The soldiers struggled to contain them.

"Knock them out!"

"Don’t kill them!"

"Restrain them!"

Voices clashed.

Movement collided.

The order of the palace fractured further.

Cain laughed.

Not out loud.

But inside, his thoughts carried a clear, unrestrained enjoyment.

"...Run."

"...Fight."

"...Break."

The scene grew louder.

Messier.

More alive.

Then—

A voice cut through everything.

Deep.

Cold.

Filled with authority that did not need to be raised.

"Who dares to make trouble here?"

The words spread through the hall like a wave, pressing down on everyone present, forcing movement to slow, forcing voices to quiet, forcing attention to turn.

Even the soldiers froze.

Their bodies stiffened.

Their eyes moved toward the source.

Cain turned as well.

Not rushed.

Not startled.

But with calm curiosity.

"...Now this..."

His gaze settled.

A figure stood at the entrance of the hall.

Blonde hair.

Clear eyes.

A presence that carried both control and power.

She did not shout.

She did not move aggressively.

And yet—

Everything bent around her.

The chaos seemed to pause in her presence, as though the world itself recognized her authority.

Cain’s eyes narrowed slightly.

His thoughts slowed.

Then—

A memory surfaced.

Faint.

But unmistakable.

"...That face..."

His lips parted just slightly.

A name formed without effort.

"...Pam?"