My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 136: Sorcerer

The road across the strange new plane stretched wide and pale beneath a dim sky that never seemed to decide whether it wanted to be day or night.

Gray clouds drifted slowly overhead, glowing faintly from a distant sun that looked weaker than the one they had known in the Nightmare Realm.

The wind carried the scent of unfamiliar forests and damp soil. The land around them rolled into endless hills covered in tall grass that brushed against the legs of their horses as they traveled.

The Moonshade Vampire family moved together in a long formation.

Elders rode near the center.

Young vampires surrounded them carefully. Vanguards scouted the front while the ancestors kept watch from the rear.

No one spoke loudly.

Even breathing felt heavier in this strange world.

They were not fools.

This realm was not theirs.

And if Elder Fang’s words were true, then this plane was not weak.

Somewhere in this land lived creatures strong enough to rule it. Strong enough to be called emperors.

The group rode slowly, careful not to attract attention.

Among them, three women rode side by side.

Faith.

Ivira.

Cornelia.

Their horses moved quietly along the grassy path as the rest of the Moonshade family advanced through the hills.

Faith sat straight on her horse, her long black hair falling smoothly over her shoulders like dark silk. Her face carried calm elegance, yet her eyes held a quiet storm of thoughts that refused to settle.

For a long time she stayed silent.

Then she finally spoke.

"Sisters."

Her voice was gentle, but it carried weight.

Ivira and Cornelia both gave her a brief glance from the corner of their eyes. Neither of them turned their heads fully toward her.

Faith continued after a short breath.

"I think... we should talk about it."

Ivira rolled her eyes immediately.

Cornelia stayed quiet.

Faith looked ahead at the open plains as she continued speaking, her tone careful.

"We cannot pretend this problem does not exist. Our marriage situation... with him."

Ivira snorted.

"Oh? Now you want to talk about it?"

Faith’s lips pressed together slightly.

"I believe it is better to settle things early. We should... consider speaking to our husband and ending this matter peacefully."

Ivira finally turned her head toward her.

The short haired vampire stared at Faith with an expression that mixed disbelief with sarcasm.

"Ending it peacefully?"

Her voice carried dry amusement.

"You mean divorce."

Faith nodded slowly.

"Yes."

Cornelia’s hands tightened slightly on the reins of her horse.

She still did not speak.

Ivira let out a quiet laugh.

"You were the one who started this whole thing, remember?"

Faith frowned.

Ivira continued casually.

"You were the one who said he should go after us two sisters. You were the one who told us to marry him for her. You were the one who kept saying he was awesome and tried to get along with him."

Faith looked uncomfortable but did not deny it.

Ivira leaned back slightly in her saddle.

"And now you want to take it back."

Faith hesitated.

"I simply think things may have gone too far."

Ivira gave her a long look.

"Too far?"

She laughed again, but this time it carried a strange emotion beneath it.

"You dragged us into the mess. You pushed him exactly like you said. We even mocked him. We threatened him. We forced him into impossible situations so that this won’t happen."

Faith’s expression grew tense.

Ivira’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"And now... after all that... you want to walk back and say ’sorry, let’s just divorce him politely.’"

Faith said quietly,

"I believe it would be best for everyone."

Ivira stared at her for several seconds.

Then she looked away and spoke in a flat tone.

"Too late."

Faith blinked.

Ivira continued while watching the horizon.

"You already pushed the man into our hearts."

Faith asked slowly, 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

"What do you mean?"

Ivira sighed.

"What do you think happens when you chase someone again and again and again until they have nowhere left to run?"

Faith did not answer.

Ivira gave a small smirk that carried a strange bitterness.

"They chase back."

Faith felt her heart tighten slightly.

Cornelia still remained quiet beside them.

Faith turned toward her.

"Cornelia... what do you think?"

Cornelia looked ahead at the road for a long time before speaking.

Her voice was calm and soft.

"It does not matter what we think anymore."

Faith frowned.

Cornelia continued.

"The situation has already changed."

Faith felt something strange in her chest.

Ivira suddenly added with a small grin.

"Besides..."

She glanced sideways at Faith.

"You are the only one thinking about divorce."

Faith froze slightly.

Ivira’s grin grew wider.

"You pushed him to chase us."

Faith’s eyes widened.

Ivira turned her head away again as she muttered quietly,

"And now... both of us already fell for him."

Faith’s breath stopped for a moment.

Cornelia did not deny it.

Ivira did not deny it.

Neither of them looked embarrassed.

Neither of them laughed.

They simply accepted it.

Faith felt the reins of her horse grow heavier in her hands.

Her voice lowered into a whisper.

"...I see."

Silence followed for several seconds.

Then Faith muttered quietly.

"It seems... the two of you hear him as well."

Ivira did not respond.

Cornelia did not react.

But that silence itself answered everything.

Faith slowly closed her eyes.

So it was not only her.

They could hear his thoughts too.

Before she could say anything else—

A voice echoed across the sky.

"Creatures with unknown origin."

The entire Moonshade family stopped moving at once.

Horses halted.

Heads lifted.

Every vampire looked upward.

Floating in the air above them was a man.

He looked young, perhaps in his thirties, wearing long sorcerer robes decorated with glowing runes that moved slowly across the fabric like living symbols.

In his hand he held a tall staff made of white crystal.

His eyes shone with calm confidence as he looked down at the group.

The man spoke clearly.

"I am the Sorcerer of Magnakia."

His gaze swept across the gathered vampires.

"You creatures... do not belong to this plane."

The Moonshade family froze.

Mana.

They could feel it.

A terrifying amount of it.

It poured from the man’s body like a silent ocean pressing down on them.

Several younger vampires felt their knees weaken.

Ancestors stiffened.

Even Elder Fang’s face darkened.

Mana Core Formation.

The man had reached that level.

None of them could match him.

Not one.

Even if they attacked together.

Even the ancestors who had lived for centuries only possessed Blood Foundation middle stage.

This man stood far above that.

The sorcerer looked down calmly.

"I will ask questions."

No one answered.

The man continued.

"But first... a test."

He raised his staff slightly.

"If any one of you attacks me and manages to land even a single scratch on my body... I will allow your group to leave this place."

A few vampires felt hope rise in their chests.

Then the man finished speaking.

"But if you fail..."

His eyes turned cold.

"You will not leave this land alive."

Silence fell across the Moonshade family.

No one moved.

Fear spread slowly through the group.

A Mana Core Formation sorcerer.

Even touching him seemed impossible.

Several young vampires lowered their heads.

One of the former nobles, Baron Rivik, suddenly stepped forward.

His face carried stubborn determination.

"I will try."

Before he could move further—

Ancestor Ghurn shook his head sharply.

"No."

Other ancestors also shook their heads.

They understood the difference in power.

Rivik, biting his teeth, stepped back unwillingly.

Then a tall old vampire slowly stepped forward.

Ancestor Fanthara.

The strongest ancestor among the Moonshade family.

He walked calmly toward the front.

His old eyes looked up at the floating sorcerer.

"I will do it."

Murmurs spread through the vampires.

The sorcerer nodded slightly.

"You may attack."

Then he added calmly,

"But if you fail... you die."

Fear struck the Moonshade family again.

Fanthara felt it too.

His heart beat slowly inside his chest.

Yet he did not step back.

He turned slightly toward his people.

"If my death allows the Moonshade family to live..."

His voice was steady.

"Then it is a worthy gamble."

He raised his hands.

Blood began to flow from his palms.

A glowing crimson magic circle slowly formed in the air before him.

The spell was ancient.

Complicated.

Difficult.

Fanthara remembered the years he spent mastering it.

Eighty long years.

Eighty years of meditation.

Eighty years of blood control.

Failure after failure.

Countless nights where his body collapsed from exhaustion.

Yet he never stopped practicing.

Because this spell was the strongest attack he possessed.

His fingers trembled as he poured blood into the circle.

The magic circle expanded slowly.

Symbols filled its surface.

Runes began rotating around its edge.

Fanthara’s face turned pale.

Still he continued.

The spell demanded precision.

A single mistake would destroy the structure.

Sweat ran down his forehead.

The energy grew larger.

The ground beneath his feet cracked from the pressure.

Some younger vampires stepped back instinctively.

The sorcerer watched quietly from the sky.

He did not interrupt.

He did not move.

Fanthara roared in his heart.

Just one scratch.

That was all he needed.

Just one small wound.

He pushed the spell harder.

The circle grew brighter.

The blood energy condensed into a spear shaped blast.

His body trembled violently now.

Yet his eyes burned with determination.

Finally—

He thrust both hands forward.

"Blood Destruction Lance!"

BOOM!

A massive crimson beam shot toward the sky.

The attack tore through the air like a storm of blood and thunder.

The explosion swallowed the sorcerer completely.

Dust and smoke filled the sky.

The Moonshade vampires held their breath.

Seconds passed.

No one spoke.

Fanthara stared upward desperately.

Please.

Just one scratch.

The smoke slowly cleared.

Then—

The sorcerer stepped out of the air calmly.

Not a single mark on his body.

He looked down at Fanthara with calm eyes.

"Failed."

Before anyone could react—

The sorcerer lifted his staff.

A beam of white light shot down.

BANG!

Ancestor Fanthara’s body exploded.

Blood scattered across the grass.

The Moonshade family froze.

Shock crushed their hearts.

The sorcerer lowered his staff slowly.

Then he spoke again.

"Next."