My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 88: Cornelia’s Personality

The Vampires looked at each other. Yet they could only murmur to themselves..

Meanwhile, for a heartbeat, irritation flared hot and sharp in Cain’s chest.

Hurry up, he snapped inwardly, his thoughts turning sharp as a blade. Say it. Say something convincing. Say any of you will treat me well after the divorce, that I will be protected, respected, given a position suitable to my bloodline. Then once the bond breaks, try to kill me in secret. It’s not that hard, isn’t it?

However, the Vampires and the ancestors are still murmuring to each other.

"What to do to him?"

"His lineage was too low..."

"Yeah, his blood lineage was too low..."

Hearing all these, Cain couldn’t help but get more and more irritated.

Why aren’t you all saying anything? Don’t whisper to each other, say something! Hurry! Hurry! Don’t be a bum! I put all my hopes in all of you yet can even think of a single excuse?

He nearly screamed at them.

Hey! Hey! Hey! Dimwits!

But looking at them, Cain was speechless beyond reason.

Inside his head, his voice rose, scolding not only the kneeling nobles but even the pale ancestors who had once stood above him like mountains.

There’s a lot of reasons, and I even have sven of them. You fucking cave crawlers!

He began to list it out mentally, pacing in the corridors of his own mind as if standing before them in a lecture hall.

"Excuse number one," he muttered inwardly, tone dry and mocking, "say that after the divorce, I will remain an honored member of the Moonshade family. Emphasize the word honored. Say my contributions, however small, will be remembered. That I will be given resources appropriate to my standing."

He clicked his tongue in irritation.

"It’s easy. Make it sound noble. Pretend you value me."

He continued.

"Excuse number two, say that because my bloodline is weak, it is even more reason to keep me close for protection. Frame it as mercy. Say you cannot allow a former member of the Moonshade family to fall into ruin. Appeal to Cornelia’s compassion."

His inner voice grew more sarcastic.

"Excuse number three, promise that I will serve in a position that does not strain me. Something harmless. A scholar, perhaps. Or a steward. Something that sounds dignified but leaves me powerless."

He exhaled sharply.

"Excuse number four, swear upon the ancestors that no harm will come to me. Use your ancient pride. Make a vow that sounds heavy and sincere. Even if you intend to twist it later."

His eyes flickered faintly as he continued constructing their argument for them.

"Excuse number five, say that once divorced, I will be free to seek another path. Maybe even marry elsewhere if I find someone suitable. Make it sound like liberation rather than abandonment."

He almost laughed.

"Excuse number six, tell her that keeping me bound to her will only drag her reputation down further. That divorce is a kindness to both sides."

His irritation sharpened further.

"And excuse number seven," he finished inwardly, voice turning cold, "simply state that you will treat me better than before. Admit past negligence and promise reform. You don’t even have to mean it. Just say it convincingly."

He paused in his mental tirade.

Seven simple paths.

Seven easy lies.

And yet—

Silence.

The ancestors stood quiet.

The vampires avoided Cornelia’s gaze.

Damn it, he hissed in his thoughts. This is easy. You just need to lie properly. Say you will treat me well after the divorce, then deal with me later. Why can’t you even do that?

He almost wanted to facepalm.

How incompetent are you all?

Meanwhile, Cornelia’s lips curved ever so slightly.

It was subtle. A tiny upward twitch at the corner of her mouth.

Because she heard every word.

Through the blood pact, his thoughts flowed faintly into her awareness. Not perfectly, not with crystal clarity, but clear enough for her to grasp the meaning.

Seven excuses.

Seven lies.

And they could not even produce one.

Her heart, which had been knotted in panic moments ago, loosened just a little.

If they cannot even promise to treat him decently after the divorce, then...

She inhaled slowly.

"I repeat..."

"Since you all do not know," she began, her voice calm but carrying a new steadiness, "what will happen to him after our divorce..."

She looked at each kneeling figure in turn.

"Then perhaps we should not divorce at all."

The words fell into the hall like a stone into still water.

Ripples spread instantly.

Cornelia lifted her chin slightly, satisfaction blooming quietly in her chest.

She had always spent time among the blood knights and the blood servants. She trained with them. Spoke to them. Never once had she treated them as dirt beneath her shoes.

She knew how the nobles thought.

She knew how they looked at those with lower bloodline lineage.

And now, Cain’s bloodline had been revealed to be beneath even blood servants and slaves.

If the divorce happened, what would they truly do?

She did not need to hear it spoken aloud.

Looking at their speechless faces now, she felt something warm and fierce rise inside her.

This works.

For the first time since the chaos began, she felt like she had moved a piece on the board rather than being pushed around by his opponent, her husband, Cain.

The ancestors remained silent.

Ghurn’s expression grew complicated, his brows knitting faintly.

The younger vampires began to murmur among themselves.

"No way."

"That cannot be."

"We cannot promise that."

"How could we treat him better after divorce?"

Their whispers grew louder, more heated.

"His bloodline is worse than a blood servant."

"Even blood slaves have stronger lineage."

"How can we elevate someone like that?"

"If he divorces Madam Cornelia, his only proper position would be beneath the lowest ranks."

"We cannot lie about such a thing."

Their voices tangled together, rising in frustrated disbelief.

"We will treat him better? That is impossible."

"He would bring shame."

"We cannot raise him. We would have to demote him."

"Even the blood servants would resent it."

The murmur grew into an open exchange.

"It makes no sense."

"If anything, after divorce, he should be reassigned as a servant to repay the Moonshade family for the disgrace."

Cornelia’s eyes sharpened faintly.

There it is.

They cannot even pretend.

Cain, meanwhile, stared at her in silence.

This girl...

His irritation faded, replaced by something more complex.

Isn’t she getting smart?

For a brief moment, he simply observed her.

Her back was straight now. Her tears had dried. Her crimson eyes were steady and clear.

After a few seconds, understanding dawned fully in his mind.

Ah.

So that’s it.

She knows.

Just like me.

She knows exactly how these nobles think.

She also knows how deeply they look down upon those with weaker bloodlines.

And she used that.

He almost let out a low whistle.

Clever.

I use it for them to hate me and pressure you to divorce but you use it to make them shut their mouths up.

Really really clever.

I thought you were only brawn and war.

Cornelia caught the shift in his thoughts and her lips curved more noticeably this time.

A small, smug expression bloomed across her face.

So you noticed.

Yes, she thought, feeling faint satisfaction. I know how they are.

Meanwhile, Cain could not help the faint admiration rising in his chest.

Really.

I, Cain Moonshade, Overgod of Blood...

He almost chuckled.

...am impressed.

The thought surprised even him.

He studied her again, more carefully now.

The confidence in her eyes. The way she stood firm against both ancestors and nobles. The fact that she had not panicked, but instead used their own arrogance against them.

Then another realization followed close behind.

This is the fruit of her sympathy.

Even in my past life...

His gaze softened slightly without him noticing.

The reason she distanced herself from me was because of how I treated those beneath me.

He remembered clearly.

He had bullied blood slaves. Mocked blood servants. Treated blood knights like disposable shields for his frustration.

She had watched.

She had been disgusted.

Not because he was weak.

But because he kicked downward.

Now, seeing her stand firm for someone with the lowest bloodline in the hall...

He understood something he had not understood before.

Cornelia did not value bloodline alone.

She valued how one treated others.

At that moment, she seemed... brighter.

More radiant.

More beautiful.

Her features appeared sharper, more alive, illuminated not by mana but by conviction.

Just like in Cain’s past life, this was how he admired this side of her.

Suddenly, his heart skipped faintly and he noticed it.

The hell.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

Why does she look more beautiful right now?

He felt something stir within him, something subtle but unmistakable.

The blood pact.

Damn it.

He recognized the sensation instantly.

The pact was reacting to his emotions.

If his feelings tilted toward her, even slightly, the bond would tighten. Influence would deepen. Resonance would grow stronger.

The fuck.

I lost for a second.

That’s why she’s looking more and more beautiful.

He clenched his jaw inwardly.

No.

I will not accept that.

I am the Overgod of Blood.

I will not lose to emotions.

There must be a way.

There must be!

His thoughts sharpened again, seeking an angle, a crack in the situation.

And then—

His gaze shifted across the hall.

It landed on a familiar figure.

Sevette.

Her presence had been quiet so far, almost deliberately so. But now that his attention locked onto her, he suddenly curved his lips, his eyes became calculating.

Ah.

A slow smirk spread across Cain’s face.

Now this...

I can use her.