My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 173: Time Travel Defect
Pam’s eyes widened the moment his voice reached her, and before the soldiers could even react to the name he had spoken, something far more impossible happened right in front of them.
Cain’s form began to melt.
Not in a grotesque or violent way, but like wax losing shape under quiet heat. The fur of the demonic badger dissolved into thin threads of dark mist, his hunched frame straightening, expanding, reforming into something far more familiar. His limbs stretched, his posture returned, and in the span of a few breaths, the creature that had been dodging and striking among them vanished completely.
In its place—
A man stood.
Tall.
Calm.
Unharmed.
The air seemed to tighten around that reveal, as if the space itself needed a moment to accept what it was seeing.
Pam took a step forward without thinking.
"...You..."
Her voice caught.
The soldiers reacted at once.
"That’s him!"
"Attack!"
Weapons lifted.
Power gathered.
But before anything could be unleashed—
"Don’t attack!"
Her voice cut through them like a blade.
Sharp.
Absolute.
Every movement halted.
The soldiers froze mid-action, their confusion clear as they turned toward her.
"Lady Pam?"
"Why—?"
She did not look at them.
Her eyes remained fixed on Cain, as if everything else had already faded from importance.
"Stand down."
Her tone left no space for argument.
"I said, don’t attack him."
The authority in her voice pressed down hard, forcing obedience even against instinct.
"But—"
"I knew him better than anyone."
Silence followed.
Heavy.
Uncertain.
The soldiers lowered their weapons slowly, though their gazes remained wary, their bodies tense as they watched the man standing before them like a figure pulled out of something they could not understand.
Cain did not move.
He simply stood there, meeting her gaze.
And for a moment—
Time seemed to stretch between them.
Years.
Memories.
Unspoken words.
Then—
Pam turned.
"Follow me."
She did not wait for a response.
She began to walk.
Cain tilted his head slightly, as if considering the situation for just a second, then his feet left the ground, his body lifting with quiet ease as he drifted forward behind her.
The soldiers watched in stunned silence.
"...He’s floating..."
"...What is he...?"
No one dared to stop them.
No one dared to speak further.
The hall slowly returned to movement once they were gone, but the tension remained, lingering like something unresolved.
Not long after—
They reached a quieter place.
An interrogation room.
The difference from the chaos outside was immediate. The space was enclosed, dimly lit, the walls lined with dark stone that seemed to absorb sound. A single table stood in the center, with chairs placed across from each other, the atmosphere heavy but controlled.
Pam stepped inside first.
Cain followed, lowering himself gently back onto the ground as the door closed behind them with a dull sound that sealed them away from everything else.
For a moment—
Neither of them spoke.
She turned slowly.
He was already looking at her.
"...Sit."
Her voice was quieter now.
Less commanding.
More... careful.
Cain did not argue.
He pulled a chair back and sat, leaning slightly as if the entire situation was nothing more than mild curiosity to him.
Pam remained standing for a moment longer before taking her seat across from him.
She looked at him.
Not like a superior.
Not like a hunter.
But like someone trying to confirm something that should not exist.
"...Let me ask you something."
Her fingers rested lightly on the table.
"...What do you like to do?"
Cain blinked once.
"...That’s your first question?"
Her gaze did not waver.
"Yes."
A pause.
"...Answer it."
Cain leaned back slightly.
"...I enjoy breathing."
She frowned faintly.
"I’m serious."
"So am I."
He shrugged lightly.
"It’s a habit I’ve grown quite fond of."
Her lips pressed together.
"...Fine."
She tried again.
"...What are your hobbies?"
Cain tilted his head.
"...Surviving."
"That’s not—"
"It takes a lot of effort."
His tone remained calm.
Almost amused.
"...You should try it sometime."
Her brows furrowed.
"You’re avoiding the question."
"No."
He looked at her directly.
"I’m answering it in a way you don’t like."
She exhaled slowly.
"...Then your dreams."
"What do you want?"
Cain’s gaze held hers.
"...To not die."
Silence followed.
Her expression tightened slightly.
"...You always say things like that."
He smiled faintly.
"And you always ask questions like that."
Her fingers curled slightly on the table.
"...This isn’t a joke."
"I didn’t say it was."
He leaned forward just a little.
"...You’re the one asking questions that don’t matter."
Her breath caught for a moment.
"...Then what matters?"
He looked at her.
Really looked.
"...You tell me."
The room grew quiet again.
The tension between them changed.
Less sharp.
More... personal.
She studied his face, as if trying to find something that confirmed what she was feeling, something that proved she was not mistaken.
"...You’re really him..."
Her voice softened.
"...You didn’t change..."
Cain’s expression remained calm.
"...Should I have?"
Her lips trembled slightly.
"...You disappeared..."
Her voice grew quieter.
"...You died..."
He said nothing.
Her eyes began to fill.
"...I saw it..."
Her hands tightened.
"...I saw you fall..."
The words came slower now.
Heavier.
"...I thought..."
Her voice broke.
"...I thought that was the end..."
Tears slipped down her face before she could stop them.
She covered her mouth, trying to control it, trying to hold it back, but the more she tried, the harder it became.
"...You idiot..."
Her shoulders shook.
"...You said we’d survive..."
A broken laugh escaped her.
"...You said we’d try..."
Cain watched her.
Silent.
Still.
"...And then you just..."
She lowered her hand, her face wet with tears.
"...You just disappeared..."
The room felt smaller.
Heavier.
Her emotions filled it completely, raw and unfiltered, breaking through the strong exterior she had shown before.
"I thought I was alone..."
Her voice trembled.
"...After that..."
She wiped at her eyes, but the tears kept coming.
"...Everything changed..."
She looked at him again, her gaze desperate and relieved at the same time.
"...But you’re here..."
Her voice softened.
"...You’re really here..."
She let out a shaky breath.
"...You came back..."
The words lingered between them.
And in that moment—
Cain’s thoughts turned inward.
"...So it’s not just me."
Something had gone wrong.
Or perhaps—
Something had gone too far.
His spell.
The one that sent him back.
It had not simply rewound time.
It had done something else. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
Something deeper.
"...She remembers."
Not everything.
Not perfectly.
But enough.
Enough to feel it.
Enough to react like this.
"...Then what about..."
His mind moved.
"...The others."
Faith.
Ivira.
Cornelia.
Their behavior.
The way they leaned toward him.
The way they reacted.
"...Was it the same?"
A flaw.
A hidden effect.
"...Did I drag them back too?"
The thought settled heavily.
"...Or did I change them?"
Pam’s quiet crying continued, her emotions slowly calming as she tried to regain control, though her eyes remained red, her breathing uneven.
She wiped her face again, forcing herself to steady.
"...I’m sorry..."
Her voice was softer now.
"...I didn’t expect..."
She looked at him.
"...I didn’t expect to see you again."
Cain did not respond immediately.
His gaze remained on her, but his thoughts were still turning, still piecing together the truth behind what had happened.
"...This isn’t simple."
Nothing about this was simple.
And yet—
Here she was.
Alive.
Remembering.
Feeling.
It made things more complicated.
Far more than he had planned.
Pam took a deeper breath, finally regaining enough control to sit properly again, though her eyes still lingered on him as if afraid he might disappear again if she looked away.
"...There’s something else..."
Her tone changed slightly.
More focused.
More cautious.
She studied him carefully.
"...How are you walking in daylight?"
The question hung in the air.
Her eyes narrowed just slightly.
"...You don’t seem to be the same as Holy Daywalkers."
