The anchor's voice rang out, filled with excitement:
"And the winner is... the High Lord Vampire!"
The audience erupted—some cheered and howled joyfully, while others remained stunned into silence.
Zara gave a soft smile, her glowing sword vanishing. Without a word, she turned and began walking toward her wives.
As she neared them, she suddenly blinked in confusion—there was weight in her arms. Looking down, she saw Grace, grinning wildly and clinging to her like a koala.
"My wife~ hehehe!" Grace giggled, rubbing her cheek affectionately against Zara's.
Zara froze mid-step, eyes wide.
A-ah… what just happened to Grace?
Still holding her overly enthusiastic wife, she instinctively looked up—and for the briefest moment, she saw Lilith's eyes glowing with a deep, obsessive hunger as they locked onto her.
Huh—?
She blinked again. Lilith's face looked completely normal now, her lips curled into a calm, amused smile.
Zara let out a soft sigh. Must've been my imagination…
