My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 167: Fake Saviour

The tear in space did not remain quiet for long.

What had begun as a thin, fractured line in the air soon widened with a slow, dragging motion, as though something on the other side was forcing its way through, stretching the very fabric of the world with deliberate strength. The edges of the tear trembled, flickering between existence and collapse, until the darkness within it deepened and grew heavy enough to feel.

Then—

Something stepped out.

It was a vampire.

Not in the way the Moonshade family knew themselves.

Not in the way their elders carried presence or their ancestors held dignity.

This was something else entirely.

The moment his foot touched the ground, the world changed.

The sky turned red.

Not gradually.

Not gently.

It was as if someone had taken a brush dipped in blood and dragged it across the heavens in a single motion, staining everything above with a deep crimson glow that pulsed faintly like a living thing.

The air thickened.

Every breath became heavier.

Every heartbeat louder.

The ground beneath them darkened, the cracks filling with a faint red light that spread outward like veins, crawling across the battlefield in intricate patterns that did not follow any natural order.

A phenomenon had begun.

It was not an attack.

It was not a spell.

It was presence.

Pure and overwhelming.

The Moonshade family felt it instantly.

Their bodies locked.

Their blood reacted.

It surged within them, not in resistance, but in response, as though something far above them had entered the same space and demanded recognition.

Some fell to their knees without realizing it.

Others lowered their heads instinctively.

Even the elders, even Ancestor Ghurn, could not stand completely straight under the weight of it.

"...This..."

Zenaya’s voice came out in a whisper, her throat dry.

"...this pressure..."

It was not like Faith’s.

It was not like the Emperor’s.

It was deeper.

Older.

It carried an authority that did not need to be shown through force because it already existed at a level beyond understanding.

The red sky pulsed once more.

A low hum filled the air, almost like a heartbeat echoing across the world.

The vampire who had stepped out stood there calmly, his long cloak flowing behind him despite the still air. His eyes glowed faintly, reflecting the crimson around him, and his gaze moved slowly across the battlefield, taking in everything without hurry.

He did not speak.

He did not move.

And yet—

Everything reacted to him.

The Moonshade family could not hold their silence.

"...Who... is that..."

One of the younger vampires whispered, his voice trembling despite himself.

"That aura..."

Another swallowed hard.

"I can’t even breathe properly..."

Elder Rivik’s fists tightened as he forced himself to look up.

"...That is not someone from any branch we know..."

Zenaya’s brows pulled together, her mind racing as she tried to recall anything that could match what she was feeling.

"...Is he... from the upper clans..."

Ancestor Ghurn’s voice came out low, filled with something that sounded dangerously close to fear.

"...No..."

He shook his head slowly.

"...Even they should not feel like this..."

The whispers grew.

"...Is he... a pureblood..."

"...No, even purebloods..."

"...Then what is he..."

"...Why is he here..."

The red phenomenon continued to spread, the light intensifying, the ground pulsing as if the world itself was reacting to his presence.

Faith, Ivira, and Cornelia stood still.

They felt it.

Of course they did.

But their reaction was different.

Their bodies did not bend.

Their blood did not tremble.

Instead, their eyes narrowed slightly as they looked at the figure, their connection to Cain grounding them in a way the others did not understand.

Then—

The vampire raised his hand.

Not in aggression.

Not in warning.

Simply a small motion.

And just like that—

The phenomenon stopped.

The red faded.

The sky returned.

The ground stilled.

The heavy air lightened as if a great weight had been lifted from the world.

Silence followed.

Deep.

Relieved.

The Moonshade family exhaled almost at once, as if they had been holding their breath the entire time without realizing it.

Then—

They moved.

One by one, they lowered themselves.

Some bowed.

Some knelt.

Some simply lowered their heads in respect that came naturally in the face of something far above them.

"Thank you!"

Zenaya was the first to speak, her voice filled with genuine emotion.

"Thank you for saving us!"

Elder Rivik followed quickly.

"We would not have survived without your intervention!"

Ancestor Ghurn lowered his head slightly.

"Our gratitude cannot be expressed in simple words..."

The others joined.

"Thank you!"

"You saved us from destruction!"

"We owe you our lives!"

Their voices overlapped, filled with relief, respect, and a lingering fear that had not yet fully left their hearts.

The vampire blinked.

Once.

Slowly.

"...Saved... you?"

His voice was calm, carrying a tone that suggested confusion rather than pride.

He looked around the battlefield again.

The destroyed land.

The absence of enemies.

The lingering traces of power that even he could not fully read.

"...I just arrived."

His brows furrowed slightly.

"Who... saved who?"

The Moonshade family froze for a brief moment.

Their expressions shifted into confusion.

But before any of them could respond—

Behind them, Cain stood quietly.

His face remained composed.

His body still.

But inside—

His thoughts flowed freely.

"Well, well..."

A faint amusement lingered within them.

"I felt someone coming..."

His gaze rested on the newly arrived vampire.

"And here you are..."

A plan began to form again.

Clear.

Simple.

"I guess you’ll be useful..."

His lips almost curved, but he held it back.

"Another pawn."

In front of him, the Moonshade family did not notice.

They were too focused on the figure before them.

Too caught up in their relief.

Too eager to believe in something that made sense.

The vampire let out a small breath, then shook his head slightly as if dismissing whatever confusion he had.

Then—

He smiled.

A calm, confident smile.

"...I see."

He did not argue.

He did not deny it further.

Instead, a low chuckle escaped him.

"Well, since you all think that way..."

His voice carried a light tone now.

"...then I suppose I’ll accept your gratitude."

Some of the Moonshade vampires let out relieved breaths.

Others smiled faintly, their tension easing.

The vampire’s expression grew slightly sharper.

"...But don’t misunderstand."

His gaze moved across them.

"I didn’t come here just to save anyone."

A faint glint appeared in his eyes.

"I have questions."

His tone remained calm.

"But not now."

He turned slightly, his cloak moving with him.

"The sun is about to rise."

His voice carried a note of authority.

"And I don’t think any of you want to be caught out here when it does."

That alone was enough.

The Moonshade family reacted immediately.

"Yes, of course!"

Zenaya nodded quickly.

"We will follow you!"

Elder Rivik stepped forward slightly.

"We are grateful for your guidance!"

Ancestor Ghurn lowered his head once more.

"We will not forget this kindness."

The others echoed the sentiment.

"Thank you!"

"Truly, thank you!"

"We owe you everything!"

Their voices filled the space again, this time with a deeper sense of trust and relief.

The vampire listened.

And for a brief moment—

He looked pleased.

Not overly so.

But enough.

After all, his original purpose had been simple.

Find them.

Invite them.

If they refused—

Kill them.

If they accepted—

Take them.

Now—

They were thanking him.

Following him willingly.

It made things easier.

But still—

Something felt off.

His eyes narrowed just slightly as he glanced over them again.

"There’s something here..."

He did not say it out loud.

But he felt it.

A presence.

Hidden.

Watching.

Someone had done something here.

Something even he could not fully grasp.

And that—

Made him careful.

"...Stay alert," he thought to himself.

"Whoever it is... might still be among them."

He turned fully this time.

His voice rose just enough to carry clearly.

"...Enough talking."

He looked ahead.

"...Let’s move."

The Moonshade family quickly gathered themselves, forming behind him without hesitation, their trust already placed in the one they believed had saved them.

Behind them—

Cain followed.

Quiet.

Unnoticed.

A faint smile finally appeared.

The game had not ended.

It had only changed.

The vampire took one step forward.

Then another.

Without looking back, he spoke.

"Let’s go!"