My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything - Chapter 273

Chapter 273: Coup
Yuri stretched, sighing in relief as she rode down the elevator to the main building of the Old Museum. She’d been busy the past few days, trying to find the perfect place to strike to kickstart the war.

With Solomon’s reaction to her rejection of his offer, it was inevitable that there would be a war. But she’d prefer not to be on the backfoot. That was why she’d sent out the A X E girls to scout for her.

They had to hit Solomon in a way that’ll keep him scrambling to keep up. All she needed to do before then was to pay Vladimir a visit and find a way to keep him out of the war.

The elevator dinged on the top floor of the main building, her personal quarters. She stepped into the entrance hall, making her way to the living room. She began pulling off her dress as she walked to the room.

There was nothing like a hot bath after a long day to cool her down. She tossed her clothes on the bed and walked into the bathroom, her bath already waiting for her.

She smiled at the sight. That was one of the advantages of keeping her Aura active at all times. She had lived long enough to develop rudimentary telekinesis with it. It had been child’s play to run a bath.

She eased into the bathtub, sighing in satisfaction. In the next moment, she was pouring blood wine into a glass, sipping the delicious liquid.

This was what life was meant to be like.

She sighed in contentment. Or, it would have been contentment, if not for the niggling sense of unease she felt at the back of her mind.

Something wasn’t right.

Her attention snapped to Armand, who was putting his phone away. He glanced up in her direction as if he could feel her attention but she knew that wasn’t possible. That was a skill reserved for those closer to the ninth ring.

On the surface, Armand didn’t act any different but Yuri could feel it. There was something… shifty about him.

Her mind went to Ezra’s warning. Coupled with Solomon’s words, there was afoot.

Contrary to what one would think, the Aura does give total vision of all it touched but that didn’t mean one could see it. Just as the same way that humans could see things but not notice it, that was how it was with the Aura.

Her attention had to be on that thing, in order for her to notice it.

She originally had her Aura up to prevent teleportation in and out of the whole place by enemy forces and seeing all that happened in her domain was a pleasant add on. No one wanted an assassin teleporting directly to their bedroom. The Aura would also prevent astral projections from gaining entrance.

It had always been her, Ivo and Armand in the Old Museum but even then, the building hadn’t felt as empty as it did today. Ivo was out, doing whatever he does in his free time and she couldn’t help but wonder where he was.

She couldn’t enjoy her bath as much as she’d like. The whole building felt stifling. As if it was holding its breath in anticipation.

She stepped out of the bath, water dripping to the floor. She took a step and almost stumbled in surprise as someone teleported into the teleportation room. The person walked out and it was Ivo.

She shook her head at herself. Was she this winded up by tension?

She sighed as she grabbed a towel, drying herself. Then she paused.

Ivo and Armand had met up and were riding the elevator to her floor. This wasn’t out of the ordinary but it was Ivo. He was probably trying to hide it but she could see it in him. The tension. The tiny jerks in his otherwise smooth movement.

Was there an attack she needed to be aware of or is this the attack she needed to be aware of coming on its own two legs?

Her mind flickered to her throne. She’d be much more powerful up there. But that didn’t matter. Ivo and Armand were her husbands. If she couldn’t give them the benefit of the doubt, what did that say about her?

She walked to her bedroom as they entered, pulling on her favorite red dress. “What is it?” She asked.

“It’s Ezra.” Ivo said. “He’s missing, okay?”

“What?” Yuri asked with a frown. “Missing?” Was this Solomon’s plan? Go behind her back and take Ezra? It did seem like something he would do but that didn’t make any sense. How did he know where Ezra was? Even she, his countess, did not know where he was.

She opened her mouth to speak when it happened.

Swords flashed, vitality rushing in like a cage and blood spurted out like a fountain.

She looked down in shock, staring at the black blood as it flowed, uncaring of her wishes.

“Shit!” Ivo cursed and her attention snapped back to them.

“W- why?” She asked, their Auras canvassing the room, preventing any escape. “Why would you do this to me?”

She didn’t want to believe it. They’d taken her off guard, materialized their swords and struck at her. It was only her instincts that she was still alive. Their swords had come down from opposite directions, each aimed to cut her heart out of her chest and pulverize it in a single blow.

She’d moved without thinking and while she’d evaded death, she’d paid for it.

Her right arm lay on the floor, severed from the shoulder while she sported a deep cut from her left shoulder blade down to the right side of her waist.

Ivo and Armand ignored her question, dashing in to finish what they had started. Yuri stared at them, her mind slowing down.

What had she done to deserve this? She’d saved them at their lowest and pulled them back up to stand with her as equals. Was that a crime? Was that a fucking crime?!

Her eyes blazed as she dragged herself back to reality. She couldn’t let this stand.

Her tattoo blazed and she transformed. Her hair shone bright, shifting into multiple colors as she exerted her power. Her eyes flicked to the giant swords descending upon her with tattoo backed strength.

I won’t retreat!

She dashed into their guard, the swords descending behind her and blowing a hole through the floors below. Her hand stabbed forward, talons extended, reaching for Ivo’s heart but Armand’s fist was there, as if expecting her.

She flipped over their shoulders, dogging their backward swing and dashing off the floor. Her right hand bubbled as it slowly regenerated but she didn’t need it for this.

She planted her left hand on the floor and with a swift kick, smashed Armand’s knee. He roared in pain, dropping to a knee and her hand flashed out. She tore his throat out before rolling to the side, dodging Ivo’s downward strike.

The impact tore through the ground, creating another hole. Yuri leapt behind them, dropping through the first hole into her husband’s quarters. Ivo followed her, Armand close behind.

She heard a roar and leapt to the side without looking, Ivo’s sword tearing through where she had been, pulverizing the couch that had been there. He abandoned her sword, jumping to her in a single leap.

Yuri turned on a dime and pulled back her hand. Colored flames erupted in her hands, forming a javelin. She threw it with all her might, the projectile blowing a hole clean through Ivo’s torso. Ivo dropped to the floor, everything from the stomach down, disappearing as if it never existed.

In the next instant, she leaped into the air, tucking into a spin as she avoided Armand’s sword. She landed on the sword, balancing briefly to thrust a hand, talons wreathed in multicolored flames, at Armand’s head.

Armand scrambled back, abandoning his sword. He knew that if she managed to get a headshot, it would result in his death.

She scrambled after him, not letting up. Armand dodged nimbly, moving towards Ivo, whose regeneration was almost complete.

Ivo gritted her teeth at the sight. While her arm had only regenerated up to her elbow, the two men had geared their tattoos towards two things. Strength and regeneration.

If the fight continues long enough, they’ll probably overpower her. With the Aura in place, she couldn’t get to her throne and even if she did, they wouldn’t follow her up there. She had to get out of the building. That was the only way out.

Ivo recovered completely, roaring as he dashed towards her. Yuri’s eyes flickered around the room, searching for- there!

Yuri feigned a stumble and as they rushed in, cartwheeled over their heads, to the other side of the room. Hoping to use her tactic against her and catch her in the air, both men threw their swords at her.

She materialized a shield of multicolored flames, deflecting the swords into the wall beside her. The swords sank in, sending large cracks into the wall. Yuri turned, her shield shifting into a battering ram, which she rammed into the wall, blowing it open and exposing the night air.

She turned in time to see the eyes of her husbands open in realization before she leapt away. Multicolored flames appeared behind her, transforming into wings. In the next instant, she was gone.