Chapter 231: Overgod of Seduction
Lord Vord’s brows lifted ever so slightly as he stared at Pam, his expression caught somewhere between surprise and disbelief, as if he was trying to confirm whether what he had just heard was truly real or simply a moment of reckless emotion.
"...You like him that much?"
His voice was calm, but there was a weight behind it, the kind of weight that came from someone who did not ask questions lightly, someone who expected answers that carried truth rather than impulse.
Pam froze for a brief moment.
Not because she did not know the answer.
But because now that it had been said out loud, now that every gaze in the arena had turned toward her, the reality of her feelings stood naked before everyone, without cover, without protection, without any place to hide.
Her eyes shifted.
Slowly.
Almost unwillingly.
Toward Cain.
And in that instant, everything she had been holding inside, everything she had convinced herself to suppress, everything she had tried to keep under control, broke free all at once.
Her lips trembled.
Her breath hitched.
And then—
"...I do..."
The words came out soft at first.
Barely above a whisper.
But they did not stop there.
They rose.
They grew stronger.
Filled with something raw, something unfiltered.
"I do!"
Her voice cracked as tears welled up in her eyes, her entire body trembling as she finally let it out without restraint.
"I like him!"
The declaration echoed across the arena, clear and undeniable, carrying with it an emotional force that left no room for doubt, no space for questioning, no way to dismiss it as anything less than genuine.
"I like him so much that I can’t stand it!"
Her tears began to fall freely now, her voice breaking as she spoke, yet refusing to stop.
"I can’t accept it!"
"I can’t accept that he’s bound like that!"
"I can’t accept that he’s trapped!"
Her hands clenched tightly at her sides, her entire figure shaking as she poured everything out.
"I want him to be free!"
"I want him to choose!"
"I want him to look at me and feel something!"
The last words came out almost like a plea, her voice softening, her strength faltering just for a moment as her emotions overwhelmed her.
"...I don’t care what anyone says..."
"...I like him..."
And with that—
She fell silent.
The arena followed.
Not immediately.
But gradually.
As if the weight of her confession pressed down on everyone at once, forcing them into stillness.
No one spoke.
No one moved.
The silence stretched.
Long.
Heavy.
Almost suffocating.
Then—
A voice broke it.
"...How long have they been here...?"
It came from somewhere among the crowd, uncertain, almost hesitant, as if the one asking was trying to piece together something that did not quite make sense.
Another voice answered.
"...Yesterday..."
A pause.
"...They arrived just last night..."
The words settled.
And then—
The realization hit.
"...Just last night...?"
"...You’re saying..."
"...In one day...?"
"...He..."
The murmurs began to rise again, not loud, not chaotic, but filled with disbelief that spread from one vampire to another like a growing ripple.
"...He caught the princess’s heart... in one night...?"
"...That’s impossible..."
"...That’s not normal..."
"...That’s..."
Their voices trailed off as their gazes slowly turned.
Toward Cain.
All of them.
At once.
The attention fell on him like a spotlight, sharp and unrelenting, every eye studying him, analyzing him, trying to understand what they had just learned.
Cain stood there.
Still.
Unmoving.
His expression calm, almost indifferent, as if he had nothing to do with the storm that was now centered on him.
But the vampires were not satisfied with a glance.
They observed.
Carefully.
They examined every detail.
"...He’s handsome..."
One of them muttered.
"...But not overwhelmingly so..."
"...There are better looking ones..."
Another added, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"...His aura..."
"...It’s not particularly dominant..."
"...Not weak... but not outstanding..."
"...His presence..."
"...Nothing too special..."
The longer they looked, the more confused they became.
Because nothing about him, at least on the surface, explained what had just happened.
"...Then how...?"
"...How did he do it...?"
A long silence followed.
Not empty.
But filled with thought.
And then—
Someone spoke.
"...It must be his skill..."
The words were simple.
But they struck.
"...His seduction skills..."
"...They must be on another level..."
The idea spread quickly.
Too quickly.
Because it made sense.
Or at least—
It made more sense than anything else they could come up with.
"...Yes..."
"...That’s the only explanation..."
"...He’s a master..."
"...A true master..."
The murmurs grew louder, confidence building within them as they latched onto the conclusion that felt most logical in the absence of anything else.
And then—
The reaction changed.
Again.
"...Woah..."
"...So that’s the kind of man he is..."
"...No wonder..."
"...Even the princess..."
"...Even those three..."
Their voices began to rise, filled now with admiration, curiosity, and something dangerously close to envy.
"...That’s incredible..."
"...In just one day..."
"...He conquered them all..."
The words spread like wildfire.
And then—
It exploded.
"TEACH ME!"
"I WANT TO LEARN THAT!"
"HOW DID YOU DO IT?!"
The voices rose, loud and unrestrained, no longer caring about dignity or composure, their earlier restraint completely shattered as they rushed forward, their eyes locked onto Cain with an intensity that bordered on desperation.
"I’M HIDING MY WIFE FROM YOU!"
"I’M HIDING MY GIRLFRIEND TOO!"
"STAY AWAY FROM MY FAMILY!"
A few even shouted in panic, half joking, half serious, their reactions drawing laughter from others, yet none of them truly dismissed the possibility.
"NO, WAIT!"
"DON’T HIDE THEM!"
"LET HIM TEACH US FIRST!"
"THEN HIDE THEM!"
The absurdity of the situation grew, spiraling into something completely unexpected, completely chaotic, yet strangely unified.
"I’LL GIVE YOU A TERRITORY!"
One vampire shouted, pushing forward.
"A WHOLE REGION!"
"FULL OF PREY!"
"YOU CAN HUNT ALL YOU WANT!"
"JUST TEACH ME!"
Another stepped forward immediately after.
"I’LL GIVE YOU BLOOD RESOURCES!"
"RARE BLOODLINES!"
"ANCIENT STOCKS!"
"JUST ONE LESSON!"
"I DON’T NEED EVERYTHING!"
"JUST THE BASICS!"
"HOW DO YOU START?!"
"WHAT DO YOU SAY?!"
"WHAT DO YOU DO?!"
The offers piled up, one after another, each more ridiculous than the last, each more desperate, each more eager, as if they had all collectively decided that this was a skill worth more than power itself.
"PLEASE!"
"I’LL DO ANYTHING!"
"I’LL EVEN SIGN A CONTRACT!"
"JUST TEACH ME!"
The crowd surged closer, not aggressively, but eagerly, their eyes filled with burning curiosity and desire to learn, their voices overlapping into a chaotic storm of requests, offers, and praises.
"...A legend..."
"...He’s a legend..."
"...In one night..."
"...He did what we couldn’t do in centuries..."
The whispers turned into declarations.
The declarations turned into belief.
And the belief—
Turned into something dangerously real.
At the center of it all—
Cain stood.
Still.
Silent.
And completely, utterly—
Speechless.