"Monster!!"
A roar filled with fear shattered the silence of the night, startling Elizabeth awake from her deep sleep in bed.
"What?" She frowned slightly, still a little dazed from just waking up, which made her miss the knight's scream.
However, the door was suddenly kicked open.
"Boom!" A knight in steel armor, covered in blood, burst into the room with a look of terror on his face. His eyes, filled with fear and panic, looked at Elizabeth, who was still half-lying on the bed and had not yet gotten up.
"Your Majesty, run..."
It wasn't that he was particularly loyal; rather, he had been sent by the king to guard the queen. If anything happened to the queen, his family would also be doomed.
Elizabeth, who had just woken up, was still in a daze. Looking at the knight covered in blood and his panicked expression, a sense of fear arose in the young Elizabeth's heart. But mixed with the fear, there was also a strange sense of anticipation.
"Could it be the white horse of my imagination...?"
Before he could even think of the word "prince," the sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh rang out at the doorway.
"Pfft!" A pale, withered hand pierced through the gap in the chainmail around the knight's neck, going straight through his neck, and then emerged from in front of him.
The large, withered, pale hand, stained with blood, reached back and grabbed into the gap in the front of the knight's helmet, tearing through the flesh of his cheek as easily as a sharp knife piercing tofu, penetrating his skull, and even causing one of the knight's cloudy white eyes to bulge out from the gap in the helmet.
Blood gushed from the knight's face and neck, but it was quickly absorbed by the pale arm the moment it touched the skin. Even the blood on the hand that had pierced the knight's neck was completely absorbed by the skin.
Sitting on the bed, Queen Elizabeth was deathly pale, her petite body trembling, looking in utter terror at the knight behind the door.
In her tearful gaze, behind the knight whose neck had been pierced, a strange figure over two meters tall silently appeared.
Her tall, slender figure exuded an unusual beauty and an inhuman eeriness, but her exposed skin was pale and dry, as if she were an ancient corpse that had been dormant for thousands of years.
And now, that terrifying figure's reddish-brown eyes were fixed intently on him!
"Aaaaaah!!!" Sitting on the bed, Elizabeth could no longer suppress her fear at the sight of such a bloody scene and such a terrifying creature. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Oh no! Instead of the Prince Charming, a pale monster has arrived!
As she screamed and cried, the monster's face visibly showed excitement.
"The blood of a young girl is pure and fragrant; to savor it is a pleasure comparable to immortality!"
Norton looked at the beautiful girl sitting on the bed in the castle, screaming, and inhaled the delicate fragrance emanating from her. His beautiful reddish-brown eyes narrowed.
"To offer your blood to Your Majesty is the highest honor. You mortals should kneel down and thank Your Majesty for your holy grace!"
Just as Elizabeth was filled with terror, another monster with large, rat-like teeth appeared at the doorway. It was dressed in tattered clothes and had bloodshot eyes.
These two terrifying monsters terrified her so much that she nearly fainted. She was so terrified that she almost wet herself while sitting on the bed.
If she actually urinated, it might actually make Norton lose his appetite.
Seeing Elizabeth lying limp and trembling on the bed, Norton stepped forward and walked to the bedside.
His bizarre, two-meter-tall body sent chills down everyone's spine, and Elizabeth, who was slumped on the bed, trembled and kept hugging the blankets around her as she shrank back.
"Mr. Monster, please don't eat me... Waaaaah..."
Her striking beauty and fair skin, combined with her tear-streaked face, created a unique and poignant scene.
"When people reach adulthood, selfishness takes precedence, so regardless of gender, everyone has original sin, and killing them is not unjust! But a dessert like yours should be savored to appreciate its beauty!" Norton grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, which frightened Elizabeth into screaming.
Then he bent down and grabbed Elizabeth's delicate calf with his pale, withered hand.
"Ahhh! Don't eat me..." The girl's cries echoed in the room. She thrashed about, her pale feet struggling, but her strength was utterly insignificant compared to Norton's.
She could only watch helplessly as Norton extended his sharp nails and then slashed across her fair skin.
Pain spread through Elizabeth's pale calves, and she cried out in anguish.
However, Norton had already ripped open the flesh of her fair calves, and then Juanjuan's blood began to flow out.
Standing at the door, Abraham trembled, his eyes growing increasingly bloodshot. The scent of the girl's blood in the air only intensified his bloodlust.
The blood of young girls is the most wonderful, but unfortunately it can only be enjoyed by Your Majesty, while he, Abraham, can only gnaw on rough, strong men or fat, middle-aged women. One bite and his mouth is either full of sweat or greasy fat, which is really incomparable.
Abraham felt extremely wronged!
However... judging from the brutal way the progenitor just drank blood, he indeed possesses an uncontrollable bloodlust. Judging from his various behaviors, he is similar to Abraham.
This stirred many thoughts in Abraham.
If this progenitor is indeed the Blood Clan Progenitor, could Abraham have grown to such a form and possessed that 'great' power?
Norton was inhaling the wailing Elizabeth, while Abraham's eyes were fixed on Norton's back, watching the scene thoughtfully, but without showing any unusual expression on his face.
Norton was drinking Elizabeth's blood, did not savor its deliciousness, because he had no bloodlust whatsoever. To him, the blood was just a little sweet water; he would drink it when he wanted and not drink it when he didn't.
He appeared to be sipping sweet water, but in reality, he was observing Abraham's condition through the magnetic field.
"My paranoia is getting worse and worse. Being an emperor is no human being! Raising only one First-Generation Blood Clan like Abraham not only affects the overall reproduction of the Blood Clan, but his position second only to the emperor will also make his attention focus entirely on me, the only ancestor whose position is higher than his."
It seems it's time to develop another First-Generation Vampire to keep them in check and fight amongst themselves. However, cultivating another First-Generation Vampire only increases the possibility of betrayal, truly a case of drinking poison to quench thirst, or cutting off one's own flesh to heal a wound!
(Let me explain why Norton was so worried but didn't kill Abraham. It's because Norton wasn't just worried about Abraham; he was worried about every First-Generation Vampire. He compared their relationship to that of God and Kuba. So even if the current generation wasn't Abraham, he would still be concerned and would still test them. Just like an emperor constantly testing and disciplining his ministers and subordinates, human nature is unpredictable. Therefore, killing Abraham wouldn't have any real effect, but First-Generation Vampire are far more effective than Second-Generation Vampire. It's like an emperor who fears the general but has no choice but to use him. Once Norton truly overthrows the Church, the next group to die will definitely be all the First-Generation Vampire.)