My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 169: Overgod Daywalker 2/3
The voice had barely finished echoing through the corridor when Cain vanished.
It was not fast in a way the eye could follow.
It was not a blur.
It was not a dash.
He simply... was no longer there.
One moment he stood by the balcony, relaxed, calm, looking out over the domain like he belonged to it, and in the next, there was nothing. Not even a trace of movement, not even the faintest distortion in the air. It was as if he had dissolved into the space itself, like smoke that had never been held long enough to be seen.
The vampire who had called out froze mid-step.
His hand was still half-raised, his mouth slightly open, his eyes fixed on the place where Cain had been standing.
"...What..."
The word slipped out before he could stop it.
He took a slow step forward, his eyes scanning the area, his senses expanding outward as he searched for any trace of presence, any lingering aura that could tell him where the human had gone.
But there was nothing.
No footsteps.
No breath.
No heartbeat.
Nothing.
His expression slowly changed.
Confusion gave way to realization.
Then realization turned into something much heavier.
"...That wasn’t a human..."
His throat tightened slightly.
He looked toward the balcony again, then toward the corridor, then back again, as if hoping he had missed something obvious.
"...Walking in daylight..."
His pupils shrank.
And then—
His body stiffened.
"...Daywalker."
The word came out as a whisper.
Then louder.
"...Daywalker."
His heart began to beat faster.
His calm broke.
He turned sharply, his voice rising as he shouted toward the guards further down the hall.
"Call the Lord!"
His voice echoed through the vast corridor.
"I spotted a daywalker!"
The nearby vampires froze.
"What?!"
"A daywalker?!"
"Are you sure?!"
"I’m telling you what I saw!"
His voice grew more urgent.
"He vanished! Right in front of me!"
The tension spread instantly, like fire catching dry wood, and within moments, the calm of the palace began to ripple with movement.
But Cain—
Was already gone.
Far from that place.
Far from their reach.
He walked through another corridor entirely, his pace unhurried, his hands resting loosely behind his back as though he were nothing more than a guest exploring unfamiliar surroundings.
"...Daywalker, huh."
His thoughts carried a faint amusement.
"...Interesting title."
He moved deeper into the palace, his steps light but steady, his presence blending seamlessly with the environment. Servants passed by him without question. Guards glanced at him but did not stop him. To them, he was simply a human, and humans were beneath their concern unless told otherwise.
That suited him perfectly.
"...Let’s see what kind of place this really is."
The more he walked, the more something began to feel... off.
At first, it was easy to ignore.
A slight inconsistency.
A faint discomfort.
But as he continued, that feeling grew.
The palace was grand.
Impossibly so.
Everything was in order.
Everything was controlled.
And yet—
There was something beneath it.
Something hidden.
The servants moved too carefully.
The guards watched too closely.
The air, though calm, carried a weight that did not belong to simple authority.
"...This isn’t just a noble residence."
Cain’s eyes moved slightly as he passed another group of demi-humans carrying trays filled with strange food, their heads lowered, their movements practiced.
"...There’s more here."
He slowed his pace just slightly.
Not enough to draw attention.
But enough to listen.
Voices.
Faint.
Carried through the halls, through open doorways, through quiet corners where conversations happened behind half-closed walls.
He did not need to try hard.
He simply walked.
And listened.
"...Did you hear about it?"
A low voice whispered from a side corridor.
Cain’s steps carried him closer, his presence unnoticed as he passed by slowly.
"Hear about what?"
"The one they’re hunting."
A pause.
"...You mean those traitors?"
"Keep your voice down!"
A nervous glance.
"I’m serious. If someone hears—"
"Relax, no one’s around."
Cain’s expression remained calm.
His ears caught every word.
"...So it’s true then?"
"Yeah. They found another one."
"Where?"
"Somewhere near the eastern border, I think. Didn’t last long."
A faint scoff.
"Of course not. Once they’re marked, it’s over."
"They deserve it."
A moment of silence.
"...Still, it’s strange."
"What is?"
"Why would anyone abandon their vampirism like that?"
The other voice lowered.
"...For that power."
A pause.
"...Holy light."
The words carried weight.
Even Cain’s eyes narrowed just slightly.
"They say it burns stronger than anything we have."
"Don’t say that out loud!"
"I’m just saying what I heard!"
Another voice joined in, quieter but tense.
"My cousin saw one once."
Both turned.
"What?"
"No way."
"I’m serious. He said it didn’t even look like a vampire anymore."
"...What do you mean?"
"He said its eyes were different. Its aura... wrong."
A long pause followed.
"...Disgusting."
"Yeah."
"They’re not vampires anymore."
"They’re traitors."
"They abandoned the night."
"For salvation."
The word lingered.
Cain walked past them.
His expression unchanged.
But inside—
"...Holy light."
His thoughts turned slowly.
"...Vampires who gave up their nature for that..."
He continued walking.
The pieces began to connect.
Not fully.
But enough.
"...And now they’re being hunted."
He moved through another hall, his steps echoing softly.
More voices reached him.
More fragments.
"I heard the Lord is personally overseeing the search."
"That serious?"
"You don’t understand. A daywalker with holy light is dangerous."
"Dangerous?"
"They can walk under the sun. They can use that power against us anytime."
"So that’s why they’re killing them all..."
"They have to."
Cain’s lips pressed together slightly.
"...So that’s the truth here."
He stopped briefly near a pillar, his gaze lowering as he considered everything he had heard.
"...Not just a palace."
"...Not just a noble house."
"...This is a hunting ground."
His eyes lifted again.
"...And they’re afraid."
He resumed walking.
Calm.
Unbothered.
Yet aware of everything.
"...That makes things more interesting."
Time passed as he moved through the upper levels, the whispers and conversations forming a clearer picture with each step, until eventually, his attention drifted downward.
Below.
Far below.
Where the polished halls gave way to something deeper.
Something hidden.
Underground.
There, the atmosphere changed completely.
The air was colder.
Heavier.
Less refined.
Demi-humans in uniform moved quickly through narrow corridors, their expressions serious, their steps urgent as they carried messages, weapons, and tools that did not belong to simple service.
Doors opened and closed.
Orders were given.
Voices were sharper.
More controlled.
And in one room—
A figure stood.
A blonde vampire.
Her hair fell neatly over her shoulders, her posture straight, her presence sharp and commanding. Her eyes were focused, her expression calm but alert as she listened to the report being delivered before her.
"...Say that again."
Her voice was steady.
The demi-human in front of her bowed slightly.
"...A sighting has been confirmed."
His voice carried tension.
"...A daywalker has been seen within the upper halls."
Her eyes narrowed.
"...Within the palace itself?"
"Yes."
A pause.
"...It disappeared before it could be captured."
Silence filled the room.
Heavy.
Focused.
Then—
She nodded.
Once.
Her expression hardened.
"...Understood."
She turned, her cloak moving lightly behind her as she reached for her weapon.
"...Prepare the squads."
Her voice carried authority that allowed no hesitation.
"We move immediately."
The demi-human straightened.
"Yes!"
As he rushed out, she stepped forward, her gaze steady, her intent clear.
"...A daywalker..."
Her lips pressed together.
"...Wielder of holy light..."
Her voice lowered.
"...Traitor of the night."
She did not hesitate.
"Let’s go."
Her eyes burned with purpose.
"Let’s capture that daywalker."
