My Wives Are Seven Beautiful Demonesses-Chapter 130 - No. Only I Am Allowed?!

[Location: Dungeon—Vampire King’s Castle]

"Before you go," Carmilla said, raising one finger. "There is one more thing you should know."

"Mm?" I murmured, turning my head slightly toward her.

Carmilla’s raised finger hovered in the air for a heartbeat longer than necessary, as though she were weighing how much truth could be given without shattering something fragile.

Then she lowered it.

Her expression changed—not into sorrow, not into anger—but into something colder and far more dangerous.

"On the hundredth floor," she said softly, "Only one person can go."

"!!!"

The words did not echo.

They sank.

The ballroom seemed to constrict around us, walls drawing a fraction closer, chandeliers dimming as if listening. Even the illusionary city beyond the windows stilled, frozen mid-laughter, mid-toast, mid-eternity.

Astra blinked. Once. Twice.

"...Only one?" she repeated, unusually quiet.

Paimon’s brow furrowed. Vael’s hand tightened on his weapon. Erebus remained motionless—but I felt him, a subtle shift in pressure at my back, like a blade being turned just enough to be noticed.

I said nothing.

Carmilla watched my face closely, eyes sharp, measuring not my reaction—but the absence of one.

"Yes," she continued, tone calm, almost conversational. First gesturing toward my shadow soldiers, then toward Eris. "They can, as they are not alive. But she cannot. It’s Alucard’s paranoia after being sealed by Helel that has reached a new level of absurdity," Carmilla finished softly. "He rewrote the floor’s law after the seal weakened. Living beings—those with beating hearts, evolving souls, or futures—are rejected."

Her gaze slid to Eris.

"She would be torn apart before she ever reached him."

The words were not cruel.

They were clinical.

The silence that followed was heavier than any shout.

Astra’s playful levity evaporated entirely. She floated lower, shadowy wings folding in close to her frame. Draugr’s usual dumbness was gone, replaced by a flat, dangerous stillness. Vael exhaled once, slow and controlled, the sound of a man adjusting expectations.

Erebus did not move.

But the shadows around his feet thickened, reacting not to rage—but to resolve.

I felt Eris stir in my arms.

Not awake.

Just... sensing.

Her small fingers curled tighter into the fabric of my coat, wings twitching faintly as if instinctively seeking reassurance.

I adjusted my hold on her, one arm firm around her back, the other supporting her legs. The motion was automatic. Protective. Final.

"Explain," I said.

My voice was even.

Carmilla inclined her head slightly, acknowledging the command without offense.

"The Hundredth Floor is not a battlefield," she said. "It is a sanctum. Alucard’s coffin-chamber. His core. The place where the seal binds him most tightly—and where it is weakest."

She gestured upward, toward a ceiling that did not exist beyond illusion.

"He feared armies. He feared rebellions. He feared gods."

Her lips curved faintly, humourless.

"So he made a rule only paranoia could love."

Her gaze returned to Eris.

"Only one living will may enter. No companions. No bonds. No witnesses."

Astra’s voice cut in, sharp. "That’s bullshit. You’re telling me the sealed dimension itself enforces this?"

"Yes," Carmilla replied calmly. "The law is embedded into the floor. It rejects life signatures beyond one. Anyone else will be... expelled."

"Expelled?" Paimon echoed.

Carmilla’s eyes flicked to him. "Violently."

I closed my eyes for half a second.

When I opened them again, the ballroom felt distant. Smaller. As if my attention had narrowed to a single point.

Eris.

I looked down at her.

She was still asleep, lashes fluttering once as she shifted against my chest, cheek warm, breath steady. Completely unaware of rules, seals, Vampire Kings, or gods who learned how to bleed.

Good.

She shouldn’t be.

I turned my head slightly. "Erebus."

"Yes, my king," he answered instantly.

"You remain with her."

Not a question.

A directive.

Erebus inclined his head. "At all costs."

Astra opened her mouth. Closed it. Then frowned. "My king, you’re not actually thinking of—"

"Yes," I said calmly.

The word landed like a verdict.

"No," Astra snapped, floating closer. "Absolutely not. This is exactly the kind of situation where you say ’we’ll figure something out’ and then we break the rules."

I looked at her.

Really looked.

She froze mid-air.

"I don’t break rules that endanger my daughter," I said quietly.

"And we don’t know what will happen if we force our way to the top, what if the sealed dimension collapses then? I can’t risk it."

"Except Erebus and Behemoth, everyone else—Come Back."

The entire shadow army, except the ones mentioned, dissolved into a tide of black smoke, streaming toward my feet and disappearing beneath my shadow.

"Neat trick." Carmilla smiled faintly as an old, rolled-up parchment materialized in her hands.

"Here."

Carmilla extended the parchment toward me.

Tti-ring!

[Item: Entry Permit]

Rarity: ??

Type: ??

A permit allowing you to enter the 100th floor of the Vampire King’s Castle. Can only be used on the 99th floor’s floor-transfer magic circle.

Just how much hardship did I have to go through for this thing? Before entering the 100th floor where the Vampire King was waiting for my arrival, I checked out my Status first.

[Status Window]

• Name: Dominic Nocturne von Morningstar

• Race: Demon (Incomplete Primordial Fragment) / ???

• Level: 187 —> 188

• Job: Demiurgic Archon

• Rank: A

• Title: [Dances With Wolves], [The Forsaken Lucifer(Locked)], [He Who Shouldn’t Be Awake(Locked)], [God-Eater], [The One Who Creates in Defiance].]

• HP: 7070/7070—> 7080/7080 (+500)

• MP: 0/5160—> 0/5170

[Stats]

• Strength: 807—> 808 (+50)

• Agility: 626—> 627

• Stamina: 707—> 708 (+50)

• Intelligence: 516—> 517

• Sense: 688—> 689