The Apocalyptic Guild team did not leave immediately.

Shyla and her subordinates spent two grueling days combing through every inch of Redfern Village. They turned over stones, questioned terrified peasants, and inspected the perimeter for any lingering traces of the expert.

Their presence cast a heavy shadow over the settlement.

Due to the investigation, the local military commander declared a strict curfew. Villagers were forbidden from leaving their homes after sunset. Merchants were blocked from entering or exiting the main gates.

The trade route froze completely.

Consequently, the monthly grain quota collection was pushed back. The military announced a five-day extension, giving the farmers a brief respite from their looming deadline.

For most villagers, this lockdown was a source of immense anxiety. They huddled in their homes, fearing both the Guild inspectors and the potential return of the bandits.

For Judas, however, it was a vacation.

The chaos outside did not breach the walls of his humble home. He spent the days lounging on his summoned couch, enjoying a domestic peace that felt almost illegal in such a harsh world.

His farmland thrived in the background.

Thanks to the Speed Growth Seeds and the tireless work of his spirit monsters, the crops shot up with supernatural vigor.

The delay in the quota deadline became irrelevant to him. He was already prepared to harvest a surplus that would shock the collection officers.

Inside the house, the atmosphere was lively.

Summer had taken absolute command of sewing the clothes.

The machine became her throne. She worked the pedal with a rhythmic grace, her red eyes focused intensely on the fabric sliding under the needle. She possessed a craftsmanship that rivaled master tailors.

Using the cotton and silk Judas had purchased from the System Market, she designed outfits that perfectly matched the personalities of his wives.

Nina was the first to receive her gift.

Summer crafted a brown ensemble for the wolf girl. It featured soft fur trimmings around the collar and cuffs, mimicking the natural warmth of a wild creature. The skirt was short enough to allow free movement for her tail, while the bodice hugged her small frame comfortably.

When Nina spun around in the new clothes, she looked like a forest spirit.

Next was Luna.

Summer used the finest white silk for the elf. The dress flowed like liquid moonlight, contrasting beautifully with Luna's purple hair. It had long, elegant sleeves and a high collar that emphasized her noble bearing.

Standing in the light, Luna looked ethereal. She appeared less like a farmer's wife and more like a fallen goddess gracing the mortal realm.

Finally, there was Ezra.

Her outfit was practical yet striking. Summer stitched a fitted tunic and trousers set, reinforced with leather patches at the joints. It highlighted Ezra's powerful thighs and toned shoulders without restricting her combat movements.

The warrior woman looked lethal and breathtaking.

When the three wives stepped into the main room to show off their new attire, Judas felt his throat go dry.

He gripped the armrest of his couch. His eyes traveled from Nina's cute spin to Luna's elegant pose, finally landing on Ezra's sharp silhouette.

The impulse to throw them all onto the bed right then and there was overwhelming. It took every ounce of his willpower to remain seated.

"You three look..." Judas started, his voice thick. "Dangerous for my heart."

Nina giggled, her tail wagging furiously. Luna turned her head away with a flushed face, though she smoothed the fabric of her dress with obvious pleasure. Ezra simply nodded, a small, satisfied smile touching her lips.

Summer watched them from the doorway. She held a bundle of cloth in her hands.

"I made something for you too," she said.

She walked over and handed him the set.

It was a shirt made of rich, dark brown fabric, paired with pale yellow trousers. The stitching was impeccable.

Judas touched the material. It felt durable yet breathable.

He changed quickly behind a screen. When he stepped out, the clothes fit him as if they were a second skin. The cut accentuated the breadth of his shoulders and the taper of his waist.

"Impressive," Judas praised.

He opened the System Market instantly. He purchased several bolts of high-quality velvet and rare monster silk, depositing them on the table.

"Use these for your next projects," he told her. "My wives deserve the best."

Summer beamed. Her red eyes sparkled with genuine excitement as she ran her fingers over the expensive materials.

Affection: 10

Judas raised an eyebrow.

The speed of her affection growth was surprising. His other wives had only become physically open after crossing the halfway mark of fifty. Summer was proactive from the very start.

[This is due to her personality type. She possesses an Incoherent Personality. Her emotions are chaotic and unrestrained.]

It made sense. She was sharing a body with a haughty princess. Stability was likely not her strong suit.

"Go try them on properly," Judas suggested to his wives. "Walk around. See if they need adjustments."

The three women nodded excitedly and retreated to the side room, chattering about the designs.

The main room fell silent.

Summer did not follow them. Instead, she stood by the table, watching Judas with an unreadable expression.

She reached into her pocket. With a shy yet bold movement, she pulled out a small piece of black fabric.

She walked up to the couch where Judas sat.

"Test this," she whispered.

She pressed the cloth into his hand.

Judas looked down. It was a pair of men's underwear. The stitching was reinforced, and the fabric was incredibly soft.

He looked up at her expectant eyes.

Judas leaned back into the cushions. He studied her face, trying to decipher the enigma standing before him.

The System had requested he marry her. That meant she possessed a powerful attribute.

Over the past two days, she had shown no suspicious behavior. She cleaned, she cooked, and she sewed.

Even Ezra, who was naturally suspicious of everyone, had started to warm up to the strange maid.

Unlike Zephriya, who radiated cold aloofness and constantly insulted him in her mind, Summer wore her emotions on her sleeve. Even if those emotions were pure lust.

"Why?" Judas asked calmly.

Summer blinked. "Why what?"

"Why do you act this way toward me?"

He kept his voice steady. "You barely know me. Yet you touch me, you make me such clothes, and you look at me like I am a meal. Is it just my looks?"

Summer hesitated.

She fidgeted with the hem of her apron. Her gaze dropped to the floor, then snapped back to his neck.

"It is not just looks," she confessed softly.

She took a step closer.

"I am always thirsty," she said. Her voice dropped to a hush. "I crave blood. It is a hunger that never sleeps."

Judas stayed still.

"But I hate it," Summer continued, her face twisting in disgust. "Other people... they smell of rot. Sweat. Dirt. Drinking from them makes me want to vomit. I would rather hurt myself than taste their filth."

She pulled up her sleeve slightly, revealing faint, healed scars on her forearm.

"But you..."

She inhaled deeply, her nostrils flaring.

"You smell different. When I saw you that day in the woods, something snapped. You don't smell like rot. You smell sweet. Like heavy wine."

Her red eyes dilated.

"I wanted to drink you. I wanted to drown in your scent. I wanted to take everything from you."

Judas felt a chill run down his spine. It wasn't fear. It was realization.

'System,' Judas thought. 'Her attribute is Blood.'

[Analysis confirmed.]

[Target possesses the Blood Attribute.]

Judas hid his surprise.

Blood attribute awakeners were exceedingly rare. They were also incredibly dangerous. They could manipulate the blood of anyone who was bleeding. They could harden their own blood into weapons.

However, they suffered from a fatal flaw.

Uncontrollable bloodlust.

In his previous world, people with this specific mutation were hunted down because they often lost their sanity and turned into mass murderers. They were called Vampires.

"I see," Judas said.

He shifted his legs. "And what about the other one? Zephriya."

Summer blinked, the hunger in her eyes receding slightly as the topic changed.

"We share," she said simply.

"Share what?"

"This vessel." She pointed to her chest. "One body. Two souls. Only one of us can physically manifest at any given moment."

Judas nodded.

"Come here," Judas commanded.

Summer didn't hesitate. She didn't sit beside him. She sat directly on his lap.

Her weight settled on his thigh. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her curves against his chest. She wiggled slightly, getting comfortable.

Judas rolled his eyes at her lack of subtlety, but he didn't push her away.

"Perfect fit," Summer murmured, resting her head on his shoulder. Her breath hit his neck, hot and rapid.

Judas ignored the physical sensation of her body pressing against him and focused on the tactical implications.

A Blood attribute user.

With high-tier skills, such a person could reverse severe wounds. They could regenerate lost tissue. They could essentially act as a combat medic and a lethal assassin simultaneously.

Having Summer as a wife would be a massive advantage for the future.

Especially since he had a healing ability, the Blood attribute would boost it together with Intelligence.

Judas made a decision.

He placed his hand on her abdomen. He felt her muscles tense under his touch.

He leaned close to her ear.

"I have a proposal," he whispered.

Summer lifted her head, her eyes wide and hopeful.

"I will ask my three wives for permission," Judas said.

Summer's face fell slightly. "Permission?"

"Yes. They are my priority. If they agree... I will allow you to drink."

Her pupils expanded until her eyes were almost entirely red.

"Really?" she gasped.

"As much as you want."

He moved his hand up her side, his touch light and teasing. He avoided doing anything too intimate, keeping the moment suspended in anticipation.

"But only if you behave," he added. "And only if they say yes."

Summer nodded frantically. "I will be good. I will be the best maid."

Judas chuckled.

"We shall see."

He gently lifted her off his lap and set her on the cushions beside him.

"Now, go help them with the clothes. I need to think."

Summer scrambled off the couch and ran toward the side room, her energy renewed.

Judas watched her go.

A Vampire wife.

Life in the apocalypse was certainly getting interesting.

He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Now he just had to figure out how to convince Ezra, Luna, and Nina to let a vampire bite his neck.

That was going to be a difficult conversation.

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