My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything - Chapter 380

Chapter 380: Proof
Ezra sat back on the couch, his arm wrapped protectively around Olivia, who snuggled closer to him with her head on his chest. Together, they looked like they belonged in a magazine for comfortable furniture.

In front of them, Red paced the room, the sound of her boots muffled by the thick carpet covering the floor.

The secure wing of the mansion was nothing short of luxurious, with furniture both beautiful and comfortable, high ceilings, and windows covered with heavy drapes that kept out any prying eyes.

But despite the comfort available, everyone could feel the tension in the air.

The guards stationed outside the doors and roaming the grounds of the estate was a constant reminder that their presence here was both a privilege and a precarious position.

“She’s planning something.” Red muttered, pausing mid-stride to glance back at Ezra. “You saw that smile, didn’t you? It’s the kind of smile someone wears when they’ve already decided to stab you in the back.”

Ezra chuckled at her words even as he partially agreed with her. “If she wanted to attack us, she’d have done it by now. We’re sitting right exactly where she wants us.”

“Besides, Sariel’s no fool. She knows what’s at stake here. Everybody knows I’m here, both Monarchy and the Society. She can’t make us disappear without consequences.”

“I still don’t trust her.” Red replied, crossing her arms. “She’s too comfortable. Too… polite. It’s like she’s waiting for something.”

“And yet, here we are.” Ezra said, gesturing to their surroundings. “Under heavy guard, sure, but treated with respect. That’s more than we’d get from the Society.”

Olivia placed a hand on Ezra’s knee, drawing his attention. “We can’t afford to make enemies here, Red.” She said softly. “The Monarchy is our best chance to protect the baby and secure our future.”

Red sighed but nodded. “I know. I just don’t like feeling boxed in.”

Before anyone could respond, they were interrupted by a knock at the door but they had all been expecting that.

While they’d been conversing out loud, Ezra’s Aura covered a large part of the mansion and had already seen their visitor coming before she even approached their door. He’d used the bond speech to tell his wives and they’d continued like nothing was wrong.

They all turned to the door as Sariel entered with her Aura active, flanked by the tall, stoic commander who had escorted them from the barricade to the mansion. Unlike that time, he and the guards around the house were not armed with rifles. They didn’t need it in private.

“I trust you’re settling in well?” Sariel asked as she walked into the room, her eyes sweeping over each of them before landing on Ezra. The commander stood silently at her side, his eyes alert for any threat and his posture rigid.

“Well enough.” Ezra replied, standing. “You’ve been generous.”

Sariel inclined her head slightly with a faint smile. “Our aim here is to make sure our guests are as comfortable as possible, especially guests of your significance.” She gestured to the commander. “This is Commander Duke. He’s in charge of your security during your stay here.”

The commander stepped forward. “My team and I are here to ensure your safety, my lord.” He said, his voice even. “If you require anything, do not hesitate to ask.”

Ezra nodded. Even though the Monarchy’s soldiers were clearly well-trained, he knew they weren’t there to protect him but to keep a close eye on him. “Thank you, Commander.” He said.

They all knew he was a sixth ringed vampire since he hadn’t even tried to hide it. Sariel herself was the only sixth ringed vampire of the Monarchy in the Crossroads. Sixth ringed vampires weren’t that common, after all.

Both in the Monarchy and the Society, vampires with six rings and above were generally City Lords or subordinates of the Princes or the Council. They were too valuable and powerful to be let loose on their own.

And Sariel was essentially the City Lord of the Monarchy sections of the Crossroads.

“Now that introductions are out of the way,” Sariel said as she and Ezra took their seats opposite each other, “shall we talk business?”

Ezra leaned forward, his blindfolded face turning toward Sariel. “I thought that’s why you came.”

Sariel’s smile widened ever so slightly as she spoke. “I have to admit that you’ve made quite the impression, Ezra Matten.”

“The Society’s most wanted vampire. The man who is allegedly responsible for the change in the world. The one who managed to do the impossible and…” her eyes flicked to Olivia’s rounded belly, “defy nature itself.”

Ezra’s expression remained calm, but his Aura rippled subtly, brushing against hers. Sariel didn’t flinch, her own Aura standing solidly like a fortress.

“You seem well-informed.” Ezra said. “But I’m guessing you didn’t come here just to flatter me.”

“No, I didn’t.” Sariel replied, folding her hands in her lap. “I came to ask you a simple question. What do you want from the Monarchy?”

A small smile stole over Ezra’s face as he exhaled, leaning back in his chair. “Straight to the point, I see.”

“Of course.” Sariel returned his smile. “So, what is it, Matten? What do you want?”

After a few seconds of silence, Ezra finally answered.

“I’m here to claim my right as prince.” He said. “To take my place in the Monarchy.”

There was a beat of silence as Sariel raised a brow, before her smile morphed into something sharper.

“Bold.” She chuckled, shaking her head. “But if you indeed have this title, claiming it isn’t as simple as walking into the Monarchy and declaring yourself.”

She leaned forward, showing teeth. “You’ll need to prove it.”

“Prove it?” It was Ezra’s turn to laugh. “You know what I’ve done. What more proof do you need?”

Sariel’s eyes glinted with amusement and something darker. “The Monarchy has traditions that must be followed, Ezra. Titles must be proven and earned, not assumed. You’ve shaken the world, yes, but to us, you are still a powerful outsider.”

Ezra stared at her in amusement, going over her words.

When she saw that he wasn’t in any hurry to fill the silence, Sariel finally stood. “Prove your claim, Ezra. Show us that you have a relic within you. That you’re more than a fugitive. More than a threat. Show us that you’re worthy of the title you seek.”

If Ezra had been of a lower ring, Sariel would’ve been able to sense the relic inside him just like Itachi had when he had still been in First City. But now, the stronger he got, the more he developed his own unique aura that hid the power of the relic inside him.

Now, if he showed her Valaren, it didn’t mean anything. Every vampire had monsters like that inside them. His was just stronger than most.

If he showed her his golden eyes, it also didn’t mean anything. Every vampire with a chameleon tattoo could change the color of their eyes.

He only had two options. First, to prove his royalty with the use of a relic like the progenitor’s lock which can be opened by princes. But as there was no such relic close at hand, the second option was the only way.

He finally spoke.

“If you really want proof, inform the other princes of the Nightmare Court of my presence. Only my peers are fit to judge me.” He said with authority.

Sariel’s grin widened at his words. “Don’t worry, Ezra, a prince is already coming.” She said in amusement. “You’ll have your chance to prove it soon enough.”

With that, she turned on her heel and left the room, Commander Duke following close behind her.

The door clicked shut behind them, leaving Ezra, Red, and Olivia alone in the room.

Red broke the silence first. “I don’t like her. She’s too… slippery.”

“She’s testing us.” Olivia said softly. Her hand rested on her belly as she looked at Ezra. “Testing you.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Ezra said confidently. “It doesn’t change the fact that I am what I am.”