Compared to Coal Ball, Coal Ball Ball's wife was much more obedient.
But this kind of obedience is very strange.
Norton still remembers the scene where the mother bat flew onto his face after giving birth to her first litter, wanting him to suckle.
This guy seems to have categorized himself as part of the children's system, or perhaps as some kind of elderly person who needs support?
But it is precisely because of this that Norton is most at ease with the intimacy and dullness of these little creatures.
If they were to evolve intelligence like Abraham's, then Norton wouldn't bother training them.
Seeing his wife, Coal Ball, so obediently licking her own flesh, Norton felt he should give her a name too.
"Very well, I will bestow upon you the title of Prince Plum Blossom, on par with Prince Coal Ball, so that you may enjoy the splendor of a lofty status!"
Norton sat alone in the secret room, talking to himself and laughing with a bat.
Sometimes you could say he's deep-thinking, and he is; sometimes you could say he's not, and he seems like a fool.
It can only be said that the Church's methods of training are too authoritative; they can even turn a normal person into someone abnormal.
However, it was only during these moments of solitude that Norton truly let down his guard and enjoyed some leisure time.
After feeding the bats and Plum Blossom, Norton finally stood up, casually picked up his clothes from the ground and tied them around his waist. Then, he stretched out his long, wrinkled fingers and gently rang the bell on the coffin lid.
"Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling..."
The clear sound of the bell brought Elizabeth back to her senses as she sat on the bed, hugging her knees and lost in thought. A hint of shyness appeared on her delicate face.
She had just been fantasizing about the pale ancestor gently smiling at her, tenderly parting her arm, and lovingly sucking her blood, every movement expressing his care and affection...
As the two engaged in their tender, vampiric acts, a group of beautiful girls knelt around them, watching Elizabeth with envy, longing to receive such gentle treatment from the Progenitor...
Damn it, who turned her into this?
Five years passed, and Elizabeth's appearance grew even more beautiful. Her typical Europe beauty features made her face delicate, her skin snow-white, and her bright blue eyes gave her a beauty that even had a touch of holiness.
Norton's five years of training resulted in her developing an extremely serious mental illness, the specific manifestations of which are currently only prominent in the original Norton.
For example, just like before, when alone, one might fantasize about the usually aloof and cold-hearted progenitor showing him the most tender side.
For example, he would always imagine the figure of the progenitor in his mind, and his thoughts and actions seemed to be all focused on the progenitor.
For example, she paid special attention to maintaining her skin and appearance, as well as personal hygiene, so that when the ancestor tasted it, she could leave a better taste and a deeper impression.
For example, she is extremely cold in front of others, like a robot without emotions or desires, but once she spots the Progenitor, she will do all sorts of attention-grabbing things in an attempt to attract his attention...
Elizabeth felt that her life was for the First Ancestor, and she wanted to dedicate everything to him. Her fantasies, or rather her morbid psychology, became the necessary condition for her not to break down and to survive under Norton's heavy pressure.
Elizabeth's constant and deliberate coldness towards Norton made her desperately crave Norton approval.
When a person desires the approval of others, it means that she has already been enslaved.
That Hajinuo is awful! Look what he's done to everyone!
To be honest, Elizabeth's current appearance has exceeded Norton's expectations; she changed too quickly.
In her idle moments, she indulged in various fantasies about Norton, which allowed her to achieve the results Norton desired even before the ten-year limit was reached.
If they continue to adjust the plot any further, it's hard to guarantee that the girl won't turn to the dark side, so Norton thinks it's time to stop!
At seventeen, she was at the peak of her youthful beauty, and thus, the time had come for her to transform into Vampire.
"Pat-pat, pat, pat..."
The crisp sound of high heels echoed through the stone floor of the gloomy castle corridor, growing ever closer.
High heels already existed in this era, but most of them were made of wood and weren't very comfortable to wear, though they were the best way to avoid soiling your feet.
Elizabeth, dressed in her meticulously chosen white corseted dress and delicate white leather high heels, gracefully entered the basement where Norton was.
She discovered that the First Ancestor seemed to have a great fondness for observing a girl's feet, legs, hips, breasts, hands, face, and skin. So, over the years, she had been trying her best to enhance her appearance, making herself more and more refined, hoping to attract the First Ancestor's attention.
As the bat calls grew clearer, she finally entered Norton's bedroom.
As soon as she stepped inside, a sense of oppression, as if she were being watched by something terrifying, arose spontaneously, causing Elizabeth to lower her head involuntarily.
Norton sat upright in an exquisite chair with a backrest, his posture still elegant and noble, like an emperor sitting on a throne.
Although he was not wearing clothes, only wrapping his clothes around his crotch, it did not diminish the extremely strong sense of oppression and nobility he exuded.
Instead, its pale, withered body, intertwined with its elegant and noble temperament, created a strange feeling that was both filthy and sacred.
"Your Majesty!"
Elizabeth knelt carefully on the ground, slowly and deliberately lowering her head so that she could occasionally reveal a glimpse of her white skin, hoping to attract the attention of the progenitor.
Unfortunately, the progenitor paid no attention; his increasingly dim reddish-brown eyes still held only indifference and ruthless coldness.
Elizabeth.
A hoarse and gloomy voice echoed in the room. As Norton called Elizabeth's name, she visibly trembled and then prostrated herself on the ground.
"Your Majesty, I am here!"
"It has been five years since you donated blood. In these five years, you have been quite diligent and conscientious, which has won my favor."
However, mortals are ultimately subject to aging and the passing of youth; they cannot live forever! Therefore, would you be willing to become my servant, serving me for all eternity?
A fleeting expression of emotion appeared on Norton's wrinkled face, as if he had many feelings to express.
But what he said was a huge surprise to Elizabeth, completely stunning her.
Elizabeth's face was full of excitement. She crawled on her hands and knees to Norton's feet, tears welling up in her eyes. Overwhelmed with emotion, she lowered her head to kiss Norton's soles.
"Your Majesty, I do; Elizabeth will serve Your Majesty forever! Your Majesty..."
A few glistening tears welled up in Elizabeth's eyes. After so many years of hard work, she had finally achieved her goal.
She has finally become one of His Majesty the First One's own people!
This is far happier than she imagined.