My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 40: Removing evidence

Cain stood in the air as if the sky itself were a marble floor built for him alone. His posture was straight, calm, almost ceremonial, his long coat drifting like a royal banner behind him while his crimson eyes looked down on the Moonshade Family military camp.

From above, the scene was chaos painted in blood and holy light. Cornelia was still roaring, her voice raw and feral, shaking the tents and shattered ground as she tore through the space between her and the seven remaining humans again and again.

Cain watched in silence for a moment.

She hasn’t calmed down yet, he thought, his gaze softening despite the carnage. She’s still starving. Still lost in the blood haze.

Below him, the humans were barely standing.

Their armor was cracked and scorched. Their breathing was ragged. Sweat mixed with blood on their faces as they staggered back, weapons trembling in their hands. One of them fell to a knee, gasping, his shield clattering to the ground.

"This doesn’t make sense," a paladin shouted hoarsely, lifting his sword again. "She’s only at the ninth stage. She should have fallen already."

"We’ve sealed her movement," another yelled, desperation leaking into his voice. "We’ve suppressed her blood. We’ve cast every holy restraint we know."

A mage coughed, blood on his lips, eyes wide as he stared at Cornelia charging again. "Then why won’t she stop?"

Cornelia slammed into their formation with a roar that sounded more like a beast than a woman. Holy chains snapped around her arms and legs, glowing white as they tightened, yet she kept moving, dragging them across the ground, her nails digging deep into stone as she snarled and thrashed.

"I’m telling you," one of the humans screamed, panic breaking through discipline. "This thing isn’t normal."

Above them, Cain finally moved.

He descended smoothly, without wind or sound, his boots touching the ground behind Cornelia as lightly as falling ash. None of the humans noticed. Their eyes were locked on the raging vampire before them.

Cornelia twisted, her mouth open in a snarl, fangs bared, saliva and blood dripping from her lips as she tried to break free of the restraints again.

Then a hand appeared behind her jaw.

Time seemed to freeze.

Cain’s fingers wrapped firmly around Cornelia’s face, his grip gentle but absolute. Her roar cut off mid-sound as she thrashed violently, her claws scraping against his arm, her body bucking with wild strength.

"Cornelia," Cain said quietly, his voice low and steady, carrying a strange authority that cut through the madness.

She didn’t hear him. Or maybe she did, but the hunger drowned everything else.

She fought harder, twisting her head, trying to bite, trying to break free. Cain sighed softly.

With his other hand, he tilted her head back and forced her mouth open. At the same time, he leaned down and opened his own.

Dark red blood dripped from his lips.

The scent hit her instantly.

Cornelia froze.

Her body stopped fighting as if someone had flipped a switch. Her red eyes widened, then softened, her breathing hitching as a low sound escaped her throat, something between a whimper and a sigh.

Cain let a drop fall onto her tongue.

Cornelia shuddered.

Her restraints shattered as her body leaned forward on its own, her hands gripping Cain’s coat as she drank greedily, her hunger turning into desperate need. She pressed closer, her mouth chasing his, her movements losing their violence and becoming something instinctive and yearning.

The humans stared in disbelief.

"What... what is happening?" one of them whispered.

"She stopped," another said, voice shaking. "She stopped attacking."

Cornelia leaned closer, her lips almost touching Cain’s, her breath hot and uneven, her eyes half-lidded as her instincts pulled her toward him.

Cain allowed it for a heartbeat.

Then his expression hardened.

In a single sharp motion, he snapped her neck.

There was a soft, sickening crack.

Cornelia’s body stiffened instantly, her eyes going blank as all movement ceased. Her grip loosened, her strength vanishing as she went limp.

Cain caught her effortlessly with one arm, cradling her against his chest.

Silence fell over the battlefield. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

The humans stood frozen, staring at the scene with wide eyes and pale faces.

Cain slowly lifted his gaze to them.

"You’re no longer needed," he said calmly.

One of the humans took a step back, fear flooding his face. "W-What do you mean?"

Cain’s eyes flicked over them, cold and dismissive. "I only used all of you so she wouldn’t eat her comrades," he continued. "After all, I still have use for them."

The humans raised their weapons in panic.

"Shields up!"

"Form defensive circle!"

"Holy barrier, now!"

Light flared as they chanted desperately, layers of glowing shields snapping into place around them. Cain watched with mild interest.

Then he swept his cape.

The fabric rippled, and from it erupted countless blood bullets, dense and fast, tearing through the air with sharp, wet sounds. They slammed into the holy shields again and again, cracking them instantly.

"No!" a mage screamed. "The barrier’s collapsing!"

The shields shattered like glass.

The blood bullets tore through the humans, piercing armor, flesh, bone, until screams filled the air. Their bodies dissolved rapidly, flesh melting into red mist, their forms breaking apart as if they were never solid to begin with.

Within seconds, there were no bodies left.

Only drifting clouds of blood mist hung in the air.

Cain raised his hand, fingers curling slowly.

The mist responded, swirling obediently, moving as one. He guided it across the battlefield, toward the fallen Moonshade Vampire Vanguard Blood Knights. They lay scattered, unconscious, broken, their armor crushed, their bodies torn from the backlash of earlier battles and Cain’s own brutal beating to them.

The blood mist flowed into their mouths, noses, wounds.

One by one, the knights shuddered.

Color returned to their faces. Cracked armor repaired itself slowly. Broken bones knit together. Ragged breathing steadied.

Cain watched until he was satisfied.

Then he released his hold on Cornelia gently, lowering her to the ground.

His posture changed.

He staggered slightly, placing a hand against his chest as if in pain. Blood stained his coat where he pressed his fingers, his breathing growing uneven. He took a step back, then another, his shoulders slumping.

He wiped his mouth, smearing blood across his cheek, and let his knees buckle.

Cain collapsed to the ground beside Cornelia, his body still, his eyes closed, his aura dimmed until he looked weak and barely conscious.

Moments passed.

Cornelia’s fingers twitched.

Her body stirred, small movements at first, her brows knitting together as confusion crept in. She groaned softly, her head lolling to the side as she slowly pushed herself up.

Her vision swam.

The world felt heavy. Her mouth was no longer dry. Instead, it felt warm, full, strangely satisfied.

She blinked, her red eyes fading back to their usual color.

Cornelia looked around, her head spinning.

"What... happened?" she asked weakly as she struggled to stand.