My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything - Chapter 276

Chapter 276: The Patient Gardener
Vladimir walked out into his outdoor garden, nestled deep in the heart of his vast estate. The sun had already sunk into the horizon but its light still painted the sky in a beautiful mosaic of colors. A smudge of gold here, a hint of purple there and a carpet of orange covering it all.

The moon was already hiding in the sky like the patient dog, waiting for the fattest bone to arrive. It stared down as Vladimir stared at the meticulously kept hedges and flowers that he had personally cultivated over the years. He took a moment to appreciate the serenity of it all before slipping on his sturdy apron and gloves, both worn from frequent use but reliable nonetheless.

This was his sanctuary, the one place where the noise of the city and the chaos of the vampire world seemed to fade into the background.

He bent down, carefully pruning a vine that had grown too wild, its reaching tendrils threatening to overwhelm a nearby rose bush. As he worked, his thoughts began to settle, the steady rhythm of gardening helping him process everything that was unfolding around him.

Everybody else was scrambling, fighting for territory, for influence, for survival. Yuri’s sudden ousting had sent ripples through the vampire hierarchy of the city, and those ripples were quickly becoming waves.

He knew that some of his Subjects have grown emboldened by the news, poking into his matters to confirm their suspicions. If they poke around for long enough, they’d find what they were looking for. But stopping them would mean admitting to cracks in the foundation of his strength.

He had no time to waste but he had no intention of diving into the chaos just yet. Let the actually important people weaken each other. Let them bleed the city dry. He would wait. Patiently, methodically, until the time was right. And when it was, he would strike with the only thing that would matter when the dust settled. His strength.

The sound of footsteps crunching on the gravel path broke his concentration. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. He knew that vitality. He had in fact, expected this visit.

Solomon.

Vladimir straightened up slowly, his gloved hands still lightly holding a pair of gardening shears. He looked out over the garden, his back to the approaching vampire, as he continued to snip away at the overgrown vines.

“Beautiful evening, isn’t it?” Solomon greeted cheerfully, his tone casual but carrying the unmistakable smugness of someone who knew he had the upper hand. He stopped a few paces behind Vladimir, hands clasped in front of him like a businessman entering negotiations. Vladimir was reminded of why he hated the man.

“Have you heard what happened in Southside?” Solomon’s voice was filled with thinly veiled amusement, as though he was sharing some juicy piece of gossip.

Vladimir didn’t turn to face him immediately. Instead, he trimmed one last vine and placed the shears down beside him on the grass. “Hard to miss when a Countess gets ousted by her own husbands.” He replied evenly, standing up straight and finally turning to face Solomon.

Solomon’s smile widened, but Vladimir could see the predatory gleam in his eyes. “Ah, yes. Quite the spectacle, wasn’t it? These things have a way of unraveling quickly. But you know that already.” Solomon’s gaze swept over the garden, but it was clear his interest wasn’t in the flowers or hedges. “What with your own… troubles.”

Vladimir didn’t miss the inflection in Solomon’s words. Did he know? It didn’t matter. “I wonder though, were you involved in that mess?” He asked the man, studying him carefully.

Solomon’s lips curled into a giant smile, his eyes not quite hiding his glee. “Aren’t we all involved, Vladimir?” He deflected smoothly, his face sending a message but his tone dripping with casual dismissal. “After all, this city is a web, and each of us tugs at its strings in one way or another. The spider’s out and so, the flies will play.”

Vladimir nodded as he came to a conclusion. Solomon had been involved somehow.

He finally abandoned his gardening entirely, removing his gloves and apron with deliberate slowness before tossing them onto a nearby bench. He straightened his shirt and turned fully to face Solomon, his mask of indifference slipping just enough to show that he was no longer in the mood for pleasantries.

“Let’s dispense with the theatrics, shall we? What is it you want, Solomon?”

Solomon’s smile didn’t waver, but his eyes sharpened. “I’m curious, that’s all. You’ve been… remarkably uninvolved in this little war of ours. I have to wonder why.” His tone was light, but the challenge in his words was unmistakable.

Vladimir crossed his arms, keeping his expression blank. “The answer is simple. I’m not interested in the same things you are, Solomon. Greed is not a common attribute in all vampires just because it’s your most… striking feature.”

“Bullshit.” Solomon said with a laugh, stepping closer. “You’re one of the most strategic minds in this city. You’re telling me you don’t care about all this? About the power that’s just sitting there, ripe for the taking? I don’t believe that for a second.”

Vladimir said nothing, staring at Solomon. Whatever the man wanted to pick up from his silence, he should. He couldn’t tell if he was fishing for information or he already knew.

Solomon’s smile faltered for the briefest moment before returning, this time with an edge of cruelty. “Besides,” he shrugged, “I’ve heard a rumor. It seems to me that you’re not as strong in some places as you’ve led people to believe.”

Vladimir’s eyes narrowed, his posture remaining calm but his jaw tightening slightly. That bastard. Solomon already knows.

“Let me guess,” he said, his voice smooth but cold. “The Necromancer ratted me out.”

Solomon shrugged, his grin widening. “He does like to talk. But that’s not important. What’s important is that we’re all playing a game here, Vladimir. And you’re not as invisible in this game as you think.”

Vladimir studied Solomon for a moment, the silence between them growing heavier. Finally, he sighed, the weariness in his voice unmistakable. “What do you want, Solomon?”

Solomon’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “I want you to stay out of Southside. Don’t interfere. Let the chips fall where they may.”

Vladimir raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. “And if I don’t?”

“Then some… damaging information might find its way to your Subjects.” Solomon replied smoothly, the threat hanging in the air like a noose.

Vladimir said nothing, merely watching Solomon with the cold, calculating gaze that had earned him his reputation.

After a long, tense pause, Solomon seemed satisfied that his message had been received. He gave a mock bow. “A pleasure, as always.” He said, before turning and walking back down the gravel path.

Vladimir stood still, watching as Solomon’s figure disappeared into the fading light of the garden. Once he was out of sight, Vladimir’s lips curled into a sneer. Fool, he thought.

Solomon was playing a short-term game, looking for easy victories and immediate gains. But Vladimir knew better. He had always known that the only thing that truly mattered in the end was strength. Not alliances, not deals. Just strength.

And Solomon, for all his posturing, didn’t have enough of it.

Vladimir turned back to his garden, letting out a slow breath as his hands flexed at his sides. His mind drifted to Yuri. The beautiful and powerful woman who had managed to escape the coup.

She was the key to his future, more than any alliance or truce. He didn’t just want her for her power, though that was certainly part of it. No, Vladimir had long harbored a lust for Yuri that went beyond simple ambition. She was strong, independent, everything he could want in a partner. Together, they could be unstoppable.

If he could just convince her to trust him.

He knew it wouldn’t be easy. Yuri was no fool. But now, with Ivo and Armand out of the picture, the groundwork had already been laid. He had wondered for so long how he might separate them from her, how he could exploit their weaknesses without giving away his hand. But fate had stepped in, and her husbands had done the work for him.

All Vladimir had to do now was make his move.

He smiled to himself, the quiet satisfaction of a plan falling into place settling over him like a warm blanket. Solomon was a fool. Let him think he had won today. Let him play his games in Southside, scrambling for scraps of power. In the end, none of it would matter.

Because when the time was right, Vladimir would claim Yuri. And with her by his side, no one, not even Itachi, could stand against them.

Together, they would rule both Southside and Westside as one, maybe even First City itself, and their reign would be unchallenged.

All he had to do now was wait.