My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 79: Cornelia’s Man

Cain looked at Sevette for a long moment.

There was no anger in his eyes, no open mockery, just a quiet, almost tired understanding. Then he slowly shook his head.

What a fool.

He did not speak it aloud, but the meaning was clear in the way his lips pressed into a thin line.

Around them, the laughter began to fade, though the amusement remained in the air like lingering perfume.

One of the noble vampires stepped forward, brushing imaginary dust from his sleeve as he tilted his head toward Sevette.

"You say," he began slowly, his voice smooth and exaggeratedly polite, "that Madam Cornelia took your military token?"

Sevette blinked, still flushed, still confused.

"Yes," she answered stiffly, though her voice lacked the fire from before. "She took it."

She nodded absentmindedly, as if reaffirming her own words.

The noble’s lips curved upward.

"Oh."

Another vampire stepped beside him.

"She took your military token," he repeated, as if savoring the phrase.

"Yes," Sevette insisted, though her brows furrowed now.

The first noble suddenly placed a hand over his heart and bowed deeply toward Cornelia.

"If that is the case," he declared loudly, "then it would be my greatest honor if Madam Cornelia were to take my military token as well."

The hall fell quiet.

Sevette stared at him.

"What?"

The noble did not even glance at her. He turned fully toward Cornelia, his movements theatrical and reverent.

"Madam," he said with a long, respectful bow, "my territory lies along the eastern ridge. It may not be the largest, but its blood mines are stable and its soldiers loyal. If you would accept my military token and my territorial authority, I would gladly offer both to you. In fact, I would consider it a blessing for my name to be recorded under your command."

He dropped to one knee.

From within his coat, he produced a dark metal token etched with the Moonshade crest and placed it on the ground before her.

Sevette’s mouth fell open.

Another vampire stepped forward, laughing lightly.

"My dear cousin," he said mockingly toward Sevette, "you make it sound like a tragedy."

He then turned to Cornelia with shining eyes.

"Madam Cornelia, my western forest territory is yours if you so desire. The beasts there are fierce, but with your lineage, they would kneel without struggle. I would gladly serve as your vanguard commander. My military token, my troops, my estates, all of it."

He knelt as well.

One by one, the nobles began stepping forward.

"If Madam Cornelia wished, she could take the northern frost lands too. I have been managing them for decades, but clearly I was only preserving them for this moment."

"I offer not only my token but also my private blood reserves."

"My cavalry division will swear loyalty immediately."

"My illusion battalion as well."

"If Madam desires, she can have every vampire territory under my name."

"Yes, yes, mine too."

"I would gladly dissolve my title and rebuild it under her banner."

"Madam can even have all our vampire territories."

The declarations grew more ridiculous with each passing second.

"If Madam Cornelia commands, I shall rename my bloodline branch in her honor."

"I will engrave her name upon every fortress wall in my region."

"I will dedicate my next hundred years of service solely to her campaigns."

"I will relinquish my inheritance rights to my eldest son and name Madam Cornelia as supreme overseer."

Each speech grew longer, more dramatic, more absurd than the last.

And each time, the speaker would kneel before her, presenting not just a military token, but also a territorial token, a symbol of governance and authority.

The metallic clinks of tokens hitting the stone floor echoed again and again.

Sevette stood frozen.

Her hands trembled.

She expected outrage.

She expected fairness.

She did not expect this.

What stunned her even more was the reaction of the others.

No one protested.

No one argued.

They nodded.

As if this were natural.

As if this were obvious.

As if this were the only reasonable course of action.

Then—

One of the Blood Ancestors suddenly moved.

The hall quieted instantly.

He stepped forward slowly, his long robe trailing behind him. His bald head reflected the torchlight faintly as his ancient eyes settled on Cornelia.

"I do not possess a military token to offer," he said calmly. "I have long since retired from territorial management."

A few nobles widened their eyes, feeling uneasy.

He continued.

"I am only at the Peak Twelfth Stage of Blood Condensation Realm. Compared to the higher realms, it is insignificant."

Sevette felt her breath hitch.

Insignificant?

That was a realm she could barely comprehend.

The ancestor bowed.

"If Madam Cornelia would allow it, I am willing to serve under her. As advisor, guardian, or even as a simple subordinate."

The hall erupted into gasps.

Even the nobles who had been kneeling looked up in shock.

"Ancestor..."

"What are you saying?"

"You would submit to a descendant?"

Sevette’s mind went blank.

The ancestor’s voice remained steady.

"Do you all truly not understand what it means to possess such a bloodline?"

He turned slowly, sweeping his gaze across the hall.

"A Vampire Prince or Princess level bloodline is not merely talent. It is a symbol. It is destiny. It is the highest form of nobility beneath the royal progenitors."

The nobles fell silent.

"Such blood does not simply command troops. It commands fate."

His words settled heavily.

"Under her banner, our Moonshade family would not merely rise within this realm. We would transcend our current limitations."

Another ancestor stepped forward.

He was at the First Stage of Blood Foundation Realm, his aura deeper and heavier.

"I too am willing," he said quietly.

A third followed, this one at the Second Stage.

"Madam Cornelia’s bloodline surpasses Prince. To resist such destiny would be foolish."

A fourth ancestor at the Third Stage of Blood Foundation lowered himself slowly to one knee.

"If she ascends further, even we will only be stepping stones beneath her."

The highest among them, at the Fourth Stage of Blood Foundation Realm, remained standing for a long moment.

All eyes were on him.

Then, slowly, deliberately, he bent one knee.

"This old one," he said solemnly, "offers loyalty."

The lowest among them, still at Peak Twelfth Stage of Blood Condensation, bowed his head fully to the ground.

Sevette felt the world tilt.

Prince or Princess level bloodline?

Cornelia?

Her mind replayed her earlier words.

I am more talented than her.

This causes her throat to go dry.

The nobles began to understand.

Their expressions shifted from shock to clarity.

Right.

Princess level bloodline.

Such prestige that even ancestors would submit to their own descendants.

One by one, more vampires dropped to their knees.

"My loyalty."

"My service."

"My blade."

"My blood."

Soon, the entire hall was filled with kneeling figures.

The sound of armor and fabric brushing stone echoed softly as they lowered themselves.

Cain stood at the edge, arms crossed, watching with quiet amusement.

Cornelia remained still.

Her expression did not change.

She did not smile.

She did not gloat.

She simply observed.

On the other hand, Sevette stood alone.

The only one not kneeling.

The only one not understanding how everything had turned upside down.

Then Cornelia began to walk towards her.

Slowly.

Each step echoed faintly.

Her armor made soft metallic sounds, subtle yet clear in the quiet hall.

Clink.

Clink.

Clink.

The kneeling vampires lowered their heads further as she passed.

The air felt heavier around her.

Sevette swallowed as Cornelia approached.

Her legs felt weak.

Cornelia stopped before her.

She looked down at Sevette calmly.

"Sevette," she said softly.

Her voice was neither mocking nor cruel.

It was composed.

Measured.

"Next time," she continued, her eyes steady and unyielding, "do not ever have designs on my husband."

Her gaze flicked briefly toward Cain.

Then returned to Sevette.

"Understand?"