My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 130: Assasination

The moment the Leprechaun whispered those two playful words into the air, the atmosphere changed.

Cain felt it instantly.

The tentacles that had been tearing through monsters with brutal ease suddenly tightened, as if they had found a true target.

They grew thicker.

Sharper.

Their movements became more violent, lashing through the forest in wide arcs that shattered trees and pulverized anything unfortunate enough to be in the way.

The crimson limbs no longer struck with simple force. They struck with focus.

With hunger.

Across the broken ground, the Leprechaun burst forward.

His body blurred into streaks of green light as he dashed from rock to rock, tree to tree, never staying in one place longer than a heartbeat. His grin stretched wide across his small, sharp featured face, eyes glowing with delight that bordered on madness.

"Oh?" he laughed as a tentacle split the air beside him, close enough that he felt the wind scrape across his cheek. "Is that all you have for me?"

Another tentacle lunged from below, tearing through the earth.

He leapt upward, spinning in midair, boots barely brushing the crimson whip as it snapped past him.

His speed increased.

Each step covered dozens of meters.

Each blink seemed to move him farther than the eye could follow.

The blood tentacles responded in kind.

They no longer attacked one at a time.

Five shot forward.

Ten.

Twenty.

They moved like a storm of blades, carving the ground, crushing monsters that strayed too near, chasing the small figure with relentless fury.

The Leprechaun laughed louder.

"Yes, yes! That’s more like it!"

He twisted sideways as two tentacles crossed in front of him, the edges of his coat tearing from the pressure alone. He landed on a shattered trunk, crouched, and kicked off again before another crimson limb obliterated the spot.

The forest around them became a battlefield carved into chaos.

Cain stood at the center, eyes cold, arms slightly spread as the blood limbs extended from his back like the limbs of a demonic god.

His gaze locked onto the green streak darting toward him.

He had already sensed it.

This opponent was not like the others.

Not heavy and slow like the Minotaur.

Not brute and straightforward like the ogres.

This one was sharp.

Fast.

Dangerous.

The Leprechaun came into full view at last, skidding to a halt on a rock some distance away.

For a split second, their eyes met.

And then the Leprechaun’s smile faltered.

"Huh?"

He tilted his head, squinting.

Cain’s mana signature rolled outward, dense and powerful, but—

The surface level felt low.

Too low.

"A Mana Infusion realm fledgling?" he muttered in disbelief. "You?"

His voice carried genuine confusion.

Cain did not respond. His tentacles lashed forward again, tearing the rock beneath the Leprechaun into rubble.

The Leprechaun vanished.

He reappeared above, knife flashing downward toward Cain’s head, but three tentacles intercepted at once, forcing him to twist away mid strike.

He landed lightly on another rock, grin returning slowly.

"No," he said softly, eyes narrowing. "You must be hiding your strength."

His voice grew excited again.

"Yes. Yes, that must be it."

He bounced on the balls of his feet.

"You’re suppressing it. That’s why the surface feels so thin."

Cain’s eyes sharpened.

The Leprechaun’s speed increased again.

This time it was not just fast.

It was blinding.

He blinked—

And vanished completely.

Cain’s tentacles struck the empty space where he had stood.

A faint chuckle sounded from behind.

"So let me tell you something," the Leprechaun’s voice echoed playfully as he darted sideways, avoiding another strike. "I come from the Assassin Plane."

He twisted between two crossing tentacles, body bending in ways that seemed impossible.

"In my world," he continued casually, "no one could compete with me."

A tentacle sliced downward like a guillotine.

He leaned back, the crimson blade brushing across his chest without touching him.

"No one could beat me in a one on one assassination battle."

He vanished again, reappearing at Cain’s left flank, knife flickering toward his ribs.

A tentacle intercepted, forcing him back.

"It gets lonely," he admitted with a soft laugh, dodging another series of strikes. "When everyone fears you."

He darted upward, using a tentacle itself as a stepping stone before leaping off.

"When no one dares to challenge you."

Cain increased the pressure.

The tentacles no longer chased casually.

They formed a cage around the Leprechaun, stabbing inward from all directions at once.

The air filled with crimson streaks.

But the Leprechaun did not panic.

Instead, he smiled wider.

"You’re the first in a long time to make my heart race."

He blinked again.

This time, something changed.

He did not merely move.

He faded.

His body became translucent, almost unreal.

The blood tentacles pierced through him—

And passed through empty air.

Cain’s eyes widened slightly.

The tentacles sliced through the space where the Leprechaun stood, yet there was no resistance, no blood, no impact.

The Leprechaun reformed a few meters away, grinning like a child who had just played a clever trick.

"I’m not just fast," he said cheerfully. "I can become a ghost."

He placed a hand over his chest, bowing slightly.

"It’s a little ability I picked up after cutting down my entire clan."

His tone was light, almost casual.

"They tried to assassinate me, you see. So I killed them all. One by one."

He darted forward again, this time phasing through three tentacles as if they were mist.

"They thought numbers would help," he added with a small laugh. "They were wrong."

Cain’s tentacles increased their speed again, whipping faster, striking from unpredictable angles.

The forest was nearly gone now, reduced to shattered earth and floating debris.

But each time a blade like limb struck—

It passed through.

The Leprechaun moved like a phantom, his body flickering between solid and intangible, laughing as he wove through the crimson storm.

"You’re strong," he admitted honestly. "Very strong."

He appeared briefly in front of Cain, close enough that their faces were only a few meters apart.

"But strength alone is not enough."

Cain thrust a claw forward.

The Leprechaun leaned slightly to the side, the claw sliding through his ghost like body.

He whispered softly, almost kindly.

"You can’t cut what isn’t there."

Then he vanished again.

This time, his presence disappeared completely from Cain’s senses.

Not masked.

Gone.

Cain’s pupils contracted.

Where—

A whisper brushed past his ear.

"You know," the Leprechaun’s voice murmured behind him, "I always wanted someone who could force me to use this."

Cain began to turn.

But he did not have time.

A cold sensation touched his neck.

So light.

So clean.

He did not even feel pain at first.

Only pressure.

Then warmth.

The world slowed.

Cain’s eyes widened as he saw, from the corner of his vision, a thin line of red form in the air.

The blood tentacles froze mid strike.

For the first time since entering this plane, Cain did not have time to blink.

His head tilted slightly.

Then slowly—

Very slowly—

It separated.

His body remained standing for a fraction of a second as his head began to fall.

The world turned sideways.

The crimson sky rotated.

And Cain’s head dropped toward the shattered ground.