My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 112: Blood Pressure Again

For a long breath that seemed to stretch across centuries, nothing moved.

The word still echoed in the hall, not in sound but in the minds of every vampire present.

Princess.

Then came another silence, deeper than before, heavier than stone.

Every head turned.

Every single pair of eyes, from the oldest elder whose hair had long turned silver to the youngest fledgling barely past his first century, locked onto Cornelia.

Fear and awe rose together like twin flames.

She stood at the center of the hall, beneath the massive crystal chandelier, its pale light cascading over her dark hair and pale skin. For a heartbeat she looked exactly as she always had, the Baron’s daughter, composed, graceful, quiet.

But now that they knew, that image shattered.

"She... she carries Princess blood..."

"Impossible..."

"It has not appeared in our family for how long?"

"Generations... perhaps longer..."

One woman gasped sharply and swayed where she stood, her hand clutching at her chest as though the truth itself had struck her. The vampire beside her barely caught her before she collapsed entirely, her body limp from overwhelming shock.

Another stumbled backward, knocking into a row of seats, his eyes unfocused as he whispered over and over, "Princess... Princess..."

A young noble near the back simply fell to his knees without meaning to, his legs refusing to support him as he stared at Cornelia like he was witnessing a living miracle.

The atmosphere inside the Blood Tower Main Room thickened.

Some trembled.

Some could not blink.

Some pressed their hands to their mouths, tears forming in their eyes without them even realizing it.

A few older vampires, those who had lived through eras of humiliation when Moonshade had been forced to bow before stronger houses, now felt their throats tighten. Memories of ridicule and suppression flashed through their minds. For so long they had endured, believing their bloodline would never again rise above mediocrity.

And now.

Now this young woman stood before them with blood that surpassed Duke.

Princess.

One elder leaned heavily on his cane, his voice barely more than air. "The heavens... have not abandoned us..."

Another sank into his seat, staring up at Cornelia as if afraid she might vanish if he blinked. "We thought Marquis was already fortune beyond measure... and yet..."

A vampire fainted outright, collapsing sideways into the arms of two startled attendants. The sound of his body hitting the polished floor echoed sharply, but even that did not break the trance gripping the hall.

Cornelia felt the weight of their gazes like a physical force.

Her chest tightened.

Her pulse beat loudly in her ears.

Princess.

The word felt distant and unreal, as if it belonged to someone else. She could feel the power in her blood, deep and vast, like a silent ocean beneath her ribs. It had grown since yesterday, expanding far beyond what she once thought possible.

And she knew why.

Her eyes flicked toward the back again.

Cain.

He stood there with his hands folded behind his back, watching everything unfold as if it were a play staged for his amusement. His expression did not show surprise; it showed certainty.

She swallowed.

For some unknown reason, she sensed danger from him, though she didn’t know why. Still, she was prepared, her blood pressure steady.

Meanwhile, Cain found it odd.

"Huh?"

"Did she look at me for two seconds?"

Suddenly, he was in disbelief.

"Don’t tell me she found out it’s me?"

Cain shook his head. "No—impossible! I changed my aura, scent, appearance, and even my blood texture. She shouldn’t have."

The silence finally broke.

It did not crack gently.

It exploded.

"What?!"

"Princess?!"

"Is this truly real?!"

"Ancestor Ghurn, swear it again!"

"Say it clearly!"

"Is our Moonshade Family truly blessed with someone who awakened Princess bloodline talent?"

The hall erupted into noise so loud it shook the banners hanging from the walls.

They could not accept it. They could not comprehend it. They could not remain calm.

"Princess bloodline has not appeared in centuries!"

"Other great houses will kneel before us!"

"We will rise again!"

"Moonshade will dominate the western territories!"

The words tumbled over one another, raw and unfiltered.

Some laughed wildly.

Some cried openly.

Some fell to their knees and began chanting praises to the ancestors again, their foreheads pressed to the ground.

"Blood God has not forsaken us!"

"Moonshade is chosen!"

"We are chosen!"

The sound of weeping mixed with laughter, with shouting, with hysterical disbelief.

They truly could not believe it.

A house that had struggled to maintain its status, that had been pushed and tested by rivals, now held within its blood a Princess lineage.

It was not just power.

It was destiny.

It was legitimacy.

It was the kind of inheritance that could redraw the balance of the entire region.

Cain watched all of this with mild interest.

His lips curved slowly.

Of course they would react like this.

He knew how rare Princess lineage was in this plane. He knew how desperately these vampires craved something that could lift them beyond their current limits.

And he knew this was the perfect moment.

He took a step forward, not enough to draw immediate attention, but enough that his voice would carry.

"If it were me," he said casually, as though commenting on the weather, "I would propose to her on the spot."

His words sliced through the chaos like a blade through silk.

The noise died instantly.

Dead silence fell so suddenly it felt almost violent.

Hundreds of eyes turned toward the source of the voice.

Some recognized him.

Some did not. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

But all understood what he had just said.

Propose.

To the only Princess bloodline of Moonshade.

The air grew heavy again.

Cornelia’s heart skipped.

She knew that tone.

He was enjoying this.

A young vampire near the front swallowed hard. His face flushed a deep crimson as realization dawned on him.

"If... if one were to marry Lady Cornelia..."

He trailed off, unable to finish.

Another stepped forward suddenly, straightening his back, forcing confidence into his posture.

"I request the right to court Lady Cornelia!" he declared loudly.

All heads turned to him.

"I am the eldest son of Elder Varick!" he continued quickly, his voice shaking but determined. "My bloodline purity is among the top within our generation. I have trained in combat and diplomacy. I will devote my entire existence to supporting Lady Cornelia and strengthening Moonshade!"

Before the echoes of his declaration faded, another voice rose.

"Wait!"

A tall man pushed through the crowd, his cloak flowing behind him. "I am the grandson of Elder Harland! Our branch has maintained strong ties with three neighboring houses. I possess rare blood resonance ability. If Lady Cornelia chooses me, I will ensure that Moonshade’s influence expands without resistance!"

Murmurs broke out again.

"Grandson of Elder Harland..."

"He does have connections..."

A third stepped forward, adjusting the fine rings on his fingers.

"I may not hold a direct elder title," he said smoothly, "but I have amassed great wealth outside the Moonshade territory. Trade routes, information networks, private guards. I have rare special blood trait and talent in melody arts that enhance mana control. Lady Cornelia will lack nothing under my protection."

"Protection?" someone scoffed.

"As if she needs yours!"

Another young noble pushed forward, nearly shoving the wealthy one aside.

"I asked first!" he snapped.

"No, I did!"

"You spoke after him!"

"You interrupted!"

Voices rose again, no longer reverent but competitive, sharp, filled with jealousy and ambition.

"I deserve the chance!"

"My branch has served longer!"

"You only want her status!"

"And you do not?"

The proposals multiplied.

Names, titles, achievements, assets, blood traits, combat records, all thrown into the air like currency in a desperate auction.

"I hold dual blood affinity!"

"My combat ranking is highest among my peers!"

"I own lands beyond the eastern border!"

"My branch carries ancient crest lineage!"

The hall that had just been stunned into silence now became a marketplace of ambition.

Cornelia stood in the center, watching them.

Watching how quickly awe turned into hunger.

How quickly reverence became competition.

She felt something rise within her.

It was not fear.

It was not anger alone.

It was power.

The blood inside her veins stirred, vast and commanding. The pressure built behind her sternum like a storm gathering behind closed doors.

They were arguing over her as if she were a trophy.

As if she were an object to claim.

Her eyes darkened.

The air grew heavier.

At first, only those closest to her felt it. A weight pressing down on their shoulders, faint but unmistakable.

One of the young suitors faltered mid sentence.

"Wha..."

The floor beneath Cornelia cracked slightly, thin lines spreading outward like veins of frost.

The crystal chandelier above trembled.

A pulse erupted from her.

Blood mana burst outward in a wave, not wild but overwhelming, vast and absolute.

The nearest vampires dropped instantly.

Not by choice.

Their knees slammed against the stone floor as if forced down by invisible hands.

Gasps filled the room.

"What is this pressure?!"

"I cannot stand!"

"It hurts!"

The wave expanded, rolling through the hall.

Those who had been shouting moments ago now found themselves forced to kneel, their backs bending under a crushing weight that pressed against their very blood.

It was not physical strength.

It was authority.

Pure bloodline authority.

Their veins burned as if fire flowed through them.

They tried to resist.

They failed.

One by one, the self proclaimed suitors collapsed to their knees before her, sweat forming on their foreheads, faces pale with pain.

Cornelia did not move.

She did not shout.

She did not glare.

She simply stood.

And her blood spoke for her.

Silence reclaimed the hall once more, but this time it was different.

It was not disbelief.

It was submission.

At the back of the room, Cain threw his head back in disappointment.

Yesterday she could suppress a portion of Moonshade.

Today, the entire family had gathered.

All those stationed outside, all those who had heard the blood signal and rushed back, were present. The number was easily ten times what it had been before.

And yet.

With a single release of her blood mana, she forced them down.

Cain’s eyes gleamed.

If yesterday she could stop them, what about now?

Today, the Moonshade family stood in full force.

And still, they knelt before her.

Cain looked at her. "Doesn’t matter, I still have Trump card waiting for her!"