My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 180: Ivira’s Heartfelt Message

Cain’s breath caught in his throat.

For a moment, he did not move, did not think, did not even blink as her voice cut into him, sharp and cold, nothing like the quiet presence he had felt from her just seconds before.

"...Ivira..."

Her name came out rough, almost uncertain, as if saying it now carried weight he had not prepared himself for.

He opened his mouth again, trying to gather words, trying to explain, to say something that could reach her, but before anything could form—

She spoke again.

"I don’t like you."

The words landed without hesitation.

No pause.

No doubt.

Just a clean, direct rejection that left no room for misunderstanding.

Cain froze.

"...What?"

Ivira’s eyes narrowed, her gaze hard as she turned more fully toward him now, no longer just half-seen through the mist, but standing there clearly, her expression filled with something he had not expected to face.

"You heard me."

Her voice carried a sharp edge.

"I don’t like you."

Cain stared at her, his mind trying to catch up, trying to find some meaning behind it that did not exist.

"...Ivira, I—"

"I was ignoring you."

She cut him off without waiting.

"Why can’t you understand that?"

Her words came faster now, each one carrying more weight, more frustration, more emotion that had clearly been buried for a long time.

"I ignored you on purpose."

"I avoided you on purpose."

"I rejected you on purpose."

Her voice rose slightly, not into a shout, but into something strained, something that pressed against her control.

"And yet you kept coming."

Her eyes locked onto his.

"Again and again and again."

Cain felt his chest tighten.

"...I thought..."

He stopped.

Because he did not know what he had thought anymore.

Ivira let out a breath, but there was no calm in it.

"All those things you did..."

Her voice lowered slightly, but the weight in it only grew heavier.

"...All those actions, all those sacrifices, all those moments where you acted like you were doing everything for me..."

Her lips pressed together for a brief second.

"...They meant nothing."

The words hit harder than anything before.

Cain’s expression stilled.

"...Nothing?"

Ivira’s gaze did not waver.

"Nothing."

She took a step closer, her presence pressing against him in a way that made it impossible to ignore her.

"You think I didn’t notice?"

Her voice softened slightly, but not in a gentle way. It carried something more painful.

"You think I didn’t see the way you looked at her?"

Cain’s body tensed.

"...Her?"

Ivira’s eyes sharpened.

"My youngest sister."

Her voice dropped.

"Faith."

The name hung between them.

Heavy.

Unavoidable.

"...Everything you did..."

Ivira continued, her tone steady but filled with something that felt like it had been held back for far too long.

"...All those sacrifices you made..."

"...All those times you stood in front of danger..."

"...All those moments where you bled..."

Her gaze hardened further.

"...Were they really for me?"

Cain opened his mouth.

But no words came out.

Because the question itself had already cornered him.

Ivira took another step forward.

"Or were you just using me?"

The accusation came quietly.

But it struck deeper than anything loud could have.

"...Using you?"

Cain repeated, his voice low.

Ivira let out a faint, bitter breath.

"To get closer to her."

Her eyes did not leave his.

"To prove something."

"To show her something."

"To make her see something."

Her lips curved slightly, but there was no warmth in it.

"You wanted us to be with you too, didn’t you?"

Cain’s fingers curled slightly at his side.

"...That’s not—"

"So you could show Faith."

She cut him off again.

"That you did it."

Her voice sharpened.

"That you made us fall for you."

Silence fell.

Heavy.

Unforgiving.

Cain stood there, his mind racing, trying to find a way to answer, trying to deny it, to explain it, to say something that could break through what she was saying—

But nothing came.

Because part of him—

Did not know how to answer.

Ivira watched him.

And in that moment, her expression changed slightly.

Not softer.

But more certain.

"...See?"

Her voice dropped.

"You don’t even know what to say."

Cain’s chest tightened further.

"I—"

The word came out, but it did not lead anywhere.

Ivira shook her head slightly.

"Don’t follow me."

Her tone turned cold again.

"Don’t come after me."

Her eyes held his, unwavering.

"You don’t love me."

The words came out without hesitation.

"You never did."

Cain felt something twist in his chest.

"That’s not true."

His voice was low, but there was a firmness in it now.

Ivira’s gaze did not change.

"You’re just doing this for her."

She took a step back.

"Can’t you understand that?"

Cain took a step forward instinctively.

"Ivira—"

"Go."

Her voice cut him off again.

"Leave."

Her eyes flickered with something for a brief second.

Something that did not match the anger.

But it disappeared just as quickly.

"Stop chasing something that was never yours."

And then—

Her form began to break apart.

Not violently.

Not suddenly.

But slowly.

Like dust being carried away by a wind that did not exist.

Cain’s eyes widened.

"...Wait."

He reached out.

"...Don’t—"

But she was already fading.

Piece by piece.

Her figure dissolving into the mist.

Until—

She was gone.

Completely.

Cain stood there.

His hand still extended.

His mind empty.

"...What..."

The word barely left his lips.

Then—

The world changed.

The mist around him began to move.

Not drifting.

Not wandering.

But forming.

Gathering.

Taking shape.

Cain’s eyes narrowed as the darkness around him twisted into something new.

Not emptiness.

Not silence.

But—

A battlefield.

The ground beneath him turned solid.

Real.

Cracked stone stained with dark red.

The air filled with the smell of blood.

The silence shattered by distant screams.

"...What is this..."

His voice lowered as he turned slowly, taking in the scene around him.

Figures appeared.

Vampires.

Dozens.

Then hundreds.

Clashing.

Fighting.

Dying.

Blades cutting through flesh.

Magic tearing through bodies.

Blood spraying across the battlefield like rain.

"...This..."

His eyes widened slightly.

"...This is..."

He recognized it.

Not from memory.

But from feeling.

"...The Moonshade..."

The name formed in his mind before he even said it.

And then—

He saw it.

The banner.

Torn.

Falling.

Covered in blood.

"...The Moonshade family..."

His breath grew heavier.

"...They’re being wiped out..."

Vampires in dark armor moved through the battlefield, cutting down anyone in their path, their movements precise, ruthless, merciless.

One by one.

The members of the Moonshade family fell.

Some fought.

Some ran.

Some screamed.

None survived.

"...No..."

Cain stepped forward.

"...This didn’t happen like this..."

But the scene did not respond to him.

It continued.

Unstoppable.

Unchangeable.

A massacre.

Pure.

Brutal.

Complete.

"...Stop..."

He moved faster.

"...Stop it!"

But his voice meant nothing here.

No one heard him.

No one saw him.

He was not part of this.

He was only watching.

Forced to see everything.

Then—

He saw her.

Ivira.

Standing amidst the chaos.

Her white hair stained with blood.

Her dress torn.

Her body covered in wounds.

But still standing.

Still breathing.

Still alive.

"...Ivira..."

He moved toward her.

"...I’m here..."

But she did not react.

She did not see him.

Her gaze lifted slightly, looking toward the sky that was filled with nothing but darkness and falling ash.

"...Fortunately..."

Her voice came out weak, but clear.

"...The others not related to the Moonshade family..."

She took a slow breath.

"...Were not included..."

Her lips trembled slightly.

"...In this massacre..."

Cain stopped.

Watching.

Listening.

Unable to do anything else.

Ivira’s gaze remained upward.

"...Faith..."

Her voice softened.

"You’re so lucky."

A faint, fragile smile touched her lips.

"You have Cain as your lover."

Cain’s chest tightened painfully.

"...Meanwhile me..."

Her voice dropped.

"I will die with nothing."

He shook his head.

"...No..."

His voice broke slightly.

"...That’s not true..."

But she continued.

"If only I had more time..."

Her eyes lowered slightly.

"I should have enjoyed his love..."

Her fingers curled weakly at her side.

"But I know..."

Her voice trembled.

"He’s not doing it for me."

Her gaze hardened slightly.

"He was doing it for you."

A faint breath escaped her.

"I am... envious..."

Cain’s entire body felt heavy.

Like something was pressing down on him from every direction.

"...Ivira..."

She looked around the battlefield.

At the bodies.

At the blood.

At the end.

"I’m going to die..."

The words came out calmly.

Like she had already accepted it.

Then—

She closed her eyes briefly.

"...Cain..."

Her voice softened.

"I’m sorry..."

"I treated you badly..."

"I ignored you..."

A faint, broken smile appeared.

"But I only did that..."

Her voice weakened further.

"...Because I didn’t want to claim what wasn’t mine..."

Cain’s hands trembled.

"...Stop..."

She whispered.

"...Goodbye..."

And then—

A figure appeared behind her.

A vampire.

Blade raised.

Ready.

Cain’s eyes widened.

"...NO!"

He moved.

His body surged forward, his power rising instantly as he reached out, casting a spell without hesitation.

"Stop!"

The energy shot forward—

Passed through the attacker—

Like smoke.

Like nothing.

"...What—"

The blade fell.

Clean.

Precise.

Ivira’s head separated from her body.

Time froze.

For a single moment.

Then—

"...NOOOOOOOOO!"

Cain’s scream tore through the battlefield.

Raw. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Broken.

Filled with something he could not hold back.

His body erupted with power.

Blood mana surged violently from him, exploding outward in every direction as he unleashed everything he had without restraint.

"STOP!"

Another wave.

"STOP!"

Another.

"STOP!"

Spell after spell tore through the battlefield, destroying everything in its path, ripping apart the ground, the enemies, the air itself—

But nothing changed.

The scene continued.

Unaffected.

Unmoved.

Unstoppable.

"...Why..."

His voice broke as he kept attacking.

"...Why won’t it change!"

More power.

More destruction.

More rage.

But it was all useless.

Everything he did—

Passed through.

Like it did not exist.

Like he did not exist.

His attacks faded.

His power weakened.

His body stilled.

And the battlefield—

Continued.

Until—

It didn’t.

The mist returned.

Swallowing everything.

The blood.

The bodies.

The screams.

All of it.

Gone.

Like it had never existed.

And Cain was left standing there.

Alone.