My Three Wives Are Beautiful Vampires

Chapter 440: Agnes lost… And determination.

Victor was on a balcony looking at the two moons, the noise of people talking while looking at the two Nightingale moons gave Victor a very contrasting feeling, but he felt surprisingly at peace.

Slowly, his body began to absorb the moonlight, his short black hair began to return to its original length, and his eyes glowed brighter.

It was as if the moon itself was comfortably embracing Victor's entire existence.

"......" A woman with long white hair hugging a red western sword looked at this scene with an indescribable feeling in her heart.

It was such a beautiful image, an image that should be immortalized in a picture or painting.

And that's what she did. She took her cell phone out of her pocket and took Victor's picture, doing it quickly and silently.

A technique she taught her beloved daughter.

"You and Violet really are similar, huh." Victor slowly turned to face Agnes.

"!!!" Agnes' body trembled slightly as she realized that Victor had noticed her movement.

"What are you talking about?" She tried to play dumb.

"Isn't it too late to pretend while you're holding the phone?" Of course, that didn't work with Victor.

"...You're very narcissistic, just because I have my phone in my hand doesn't mean I'm taking a picture of you or anything." She huffed as she put her phone away and continued:

"I could be looking at my social media or the news."

"...Oh? Is the great countess of the Snow Clan interested in social media and news from the human world?"

"Well, my clan is mainly focused on international and domestic politics. It's always good to research new things and know how humans think." She spoke in a convincing tone.

"...." Victor just smiled slightly as he looked at the woman in silence.

Victor and Agnes knew the woman was talking nonsense, but she wasn't going to give up, she didn't know why, but she felt that if she gave in now, she would lose to Victor.

And somehow, she didn't like it.

In this staring contest, the two stood for several minutes staring at each other in silence, and it wasn't until after 30 minutes Agnes averted her eyes, and a hint of embarrassment appeared on her face.

'I won.' Victor's smile grew.

"Tsk." She clicked her tongue in annoyance.

Victor chuckled lightly.

"...." Victor's laugh was like gentle music to Agnes' ears, and it made her feel strange. She had just noticed for the first time that he had changed a lot compared to before.

... In fact, I don't think he ever changed, but I never tried to look at him...

Agnes was a little confused now, wondering which option was correct.

"... You wanted to talk to me..." Victor touched on the previous subject.

And as he touched on this subject, Agnes' confusion disappeared and was replaced by a dark look, as if she was about to say something extremely important and difficult.

"..." Victor remained silent as he waited for Agnes to say something.

"Even though I know what happened through your memories..."

"...I want to hear it from your mouth..."

Agnes bit her lip and looked at Victor seriously, staring into those beautiful violet eyes, eyes that, for over a millennium, she had always been watching and close to.

Eyes that were inherited by his offspring, by his beautiful daughter Violet.

Not only that, his divine beauty that could make any woman spread her legs if he asked, a beauty that was unlike the man she knew who had an androgynous and somewhat fragile beauty.

The man in front of her had a more virile beauty, like a warrior.

"Who are you?"

She wanted to hear the answer from this man's own mouth, an answer so she could accept what had happened. All she wanted was to end her confused state.

"..." A small silence fell around them until Victor spoke in a neutral tone.

"My name is Victor Walker, son of Anna Walker and Leon Walker, a former human turned noble vampire, a vampire who acquired four beautiful wives that I love dearly, a vampire who will do anything for his family."

"...And, the vampire who absorbed the entire existence of the being known as Adonis Snow."

"...." Agnes bit her lip hard. What Victor said was essentially saying that Adonis didn't exist and that Victor had absorbed his existence, thus erasing Adonis' existence.

And that made her furious!

But Victor wasn't finished.

"I am the man Adonis Snow chose to inherit his memories, desires, blessings, and curses... The man he entrusted with the future of his daughter and the protection of the Snow Clan... And-." He slowly lifted his hand and pointed at the woman in front of him.

"You."

"...." Agnes' anger slowly started to fall from her chest, and as she bit her lip, small, crystalline tears began to fall from her eyes.

She lowered her head and tightly gripped the sword she was holding.

Hearing the barely perceptible sobs below from Agnes, Victor remained staring at her, even though his heart ached at the sight, he still remained in place.

Any action, or show of pity, would only be considered an insult to the countess.

Agnes came looking for him, knowing the answers, she knew she was going to get hurt, but... Just like she said at the beginning, she came here to hear it from Victor's own mouth.

She wanted Victor to be the executioner who threw the reality she found herself in at her face.

And upon hearing reality once more, she fell into a sad state...

Just sad...

There was no pity or feeling of denial, just a state of sadness that a person was in when losing a loved one.

And this time, the fall was much greater than the first time she found out Adonis was dead.

Before, she knew but refused to accept.

Now, she knew and accepted... She accepted that the man she'd loved no longer existed, and that hurt more.

His emotions flowed through his body like a Tsunami. He and maybe Natashia, who was closest to the two of them, were the beings who understood Agnes the most now.

And even if he understood all that, even if he understood that he shouldn't show anything to the determined woman in front of him.

...But once Victor's heart failed...

He just couldn't ignore the sight in front of him. He couldn't show mercy or say something like:

"It's gonna be okay."

But... He could give his silent support...

Approaching her with silent steps, Victor just stood in front of her, and that was enough for Agnes.

Agnes relaxed her body when she felt his presence, leaning her head on his chest, as her sword fell to the ground and easily pierced the concrete.

And she held onto Victor's clothes with both hands while the tears in her eyes started to fall faster.

Her heart ached, her face was a mess, her vision had long been filled with only tears, and she was completely helpless.

In all of his memories, Victor had never seen Agnes in this state, such a…fragile state.

Victor bit his trembling lips and fought the urge to hug the woman in front of him. This situation became a nightmare for Victor.

He was feeling everything so much more intensely, and the conversation he'd had with Adonis was playing through his vision like a movie replay, Violet's vision sad, and now… Agnes.

A heavy sadness could be seen in Victor's expression.

Victor bit his lip harder, and the blood started to fall, and it could be from the pain, he started to regain his senses, and his gaze became more neutral.

It was not the time to weaken, not yet... He has a duty to fulfill and a responsibility to exercise.

He needed to be strong.

Victor gently lifted his hand, and... as if touching the most precious and fragile thing in the world, he began to stroke Agnes' head silently and rhythmically.

The moment Agnes felt Victor's touch, she couldn't help but collapse once more as she buried her face in Victor's clothes and cried a little louder.

The sound of her crying was muffled by Victor's clothes, the slightly louder sound of the music, and the sound of conversation from the girls who were talking loudly, but even so, some vampires who were passing by could hear.

Fortunately, someone understood the situation.

"What are you doing?" Natashia asked in a stern tone.

"!!!" Lilith and Elizabeth cringed a little when they heard Natashia's tone of voice.

"...We were just curious." The two looked to the side and saw Natashia.

'When did she show up here? Wasn't she at Scathach's side?' The two thought at the same time.

"... There is nothing that can satisfy your curiosity here." She smiled softly, and as she took the two girls' arms, she spoke:

"Come with me."

"E-Ehh?"

Dragging the two protesting girls towards Morgana, Natashia waved in satisfaction as she pushed the intruders away.

'... I hope that with this, she can overcome the death of that man.' Natashia thought. She didn't fully understand Agnes since she never had a great love like Agnes, so she never went through the feeling of losing that love.

But she could understand a little when she imagined herself in Agnes's situation.

What if she suddenly got the news that her beloved Darling had died? Her beloved Victor that she fought so hard for him to accept? The love of her life who gave her everything she ever wanted? And even worse, what if she got the news that she couldn't do anything against the man who killed her lover because of the circumstances surrounding that 'death'.?

She was definitely going to freak out in several possible ways.

Is her head no longer good? She was a woman with a second personality due to past traumas, and then adding one more trauma? She has no idea what she would be capable of.

And because she understood that she left everything in Victor's hands, she had no other choice because this was an issue involving both of them.

'I hope she's okay...' She thought as she looked towards the balcony that had its doors closed.

"...." Victor smiled kindly. Natashia actually shared the same kindness as Sasha.

'Like mother, like daughter.' Both were amazing women.

…Victor can't help but feel lucky to have two wives like that.

'I have to thank her later…'

Looking at the moon while Agnes' head, her eyes visibly softened:

'…Although it's a beautiful and pleasant night… I can't appreciate it like I used to…'

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