"No!!!" (Snowflakes are falling...)
A cry from the depths of the soul echoed through the palace, its voice so poignant and its tone so mournful that it brought tears to the eyes of all who heard it!
Even though there was no music playing in the palace, a strange melody still resonated in everyone's hearts.
However, Grand Duke Abraham was extremely impatient with Andrew II's single word of "no".
"What kind of disorderly conduct is this! What filthy slaves are worthy of stepping into Your Majesty's noble hall? Take these slaves out and assign them to labor."
From this day forward, the Blood Red Church has completely taken over all rule over Sesvia, and the people of Sesvia are undergoing a full-scale Vampire transformation process!
Grand Prince Abraham waved his hand, ordering his men to completely clear the palace.
Following Grand Duke Abraham's orders, a dozen Second-Generation Vampire pulled out whips inlaid with silver threads from their pockets and lashed them hard at the members of the Sesvia royal family.
"Awooo!!!" Andrew II's body, now fully recovered, was incredibly powerful, and his screams were louder than anyone else's.
The whip, inlaid with silver threads, left a burn mark with each lash. The Third-Generation Vampire howled and cried out in agony, far more painful than being whipped with a leather whip.
Watching the royal family members, who had become Third-Generation Vampire, being beaten and expelled from the palace by the Second-Generation Vampire inquisition without any resistance, he couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh.
"Ah! The allure of power is truly deceptive... But alas, above me there still exists a being like a god... What shall I, Abraham, do?"
As the palace was gradually emptied, the magnificent halls were devoid of any other sounds or human presence.
Grand Prince Abraham stood in the empty hall, a sense of bewilderment washing over him.
Twenty years have passed since Abraham became Vampire, yet the passage of time has not brought him any sense of peace or contentment; instead, his lust for power has only intensified.
Power and extraordinary strength converged upon him—two things that are difficult for anyone to attain in ordinary times. Now that they were combined in Abraham, how could he not have many thoughts about them?
"People as fortunate as me are rare in this world... It's a pity that His Majesty is as vast as a god on earth. Although his existence is the fundamental source of my power and strength, it is also a towering mountain weighing down on me."
"Ah, if only we could use some means to seal it away somewhere, or make it serve only as a symbol of the Blood Clan, that would be wonderful..."
Abraham turned around, his eyes burning as he gazed at the magnificent golden throne behind him, feeling an intense longing welling up within him.
His body trembled as he took his first steps and slowly approached the jewel-encrusted throne. He then reached out and carefully stroked the exquisite carvings on it, finally unable to suppress the longing in his heart any longer.
He turned around, raised his head high, and with an extremely graceful and noble demeanor, slowly sat down on the magnificent golden throne!
Ah, so this is what it feels like to sit in this spot!
"But unfortunately, I am not the progenitor, and I can never be king."
The initial satisfaction and smile on Abraham's face turned into bitterness and sighs as he reflected on reality.
He rose from his throne and then walked out of the palace.
"To have it is my fortune, to not have it is my fate! My current status and power all come from the ancestor, so I should do my best to serve him in order to maintain my current position."
Aiming too high will only bring my good fortune to an end!
Snow was falling heavily outside the palace, but Abraham Abraham still somewhat proud that he had accomplished something significant for His Majesty.
See, it's all thanks to Abraham that things are convenient for him. Whatever Your Majesty wants, Abraham can get it for you!
In this way, Abraham's position will be even more secure, firmly establishing him as the number one person after His Majesty!
The heavy snow fell quickly, and this year's cold air was much colder than the previous two years. In fact, the winter cold air masses have been sweeping through more severely in recent years than ever before.
Norton remembered it very clearly because it was during the winter when the weather started to turn cold that Lino City was experiencing heavy rains, in addition to Karl's departure.
Since that year, the winters have become colder year by year.
The snow was so thick that it was as high as a finger standing upright, making it difficult for the ancestral king's luxurious royal carriage to travel through it, leaving deep ruts in its wake.
Fortunately, the ground wasn't slippery, so the Third-Generation Vampire responsible for pulling the carriage were able to get some leverage to keep it moving.
That's right, the work that the horse did is now being done by the Third-Generation Vampire.
Norton is absolutely wicked; he doesn't treat his Blood Clan subjects like human beings at all!
The Third-Generation Vampire, with their strength surpassing that of ordinary large animals and their tireless physique, finally earned the title of perfect slaves. This also pushed Norton's use of them to a new low.
As goose-feather-like snowflakes drifted down from the sky, a procession of carriages, hundreds of meters long, with riders dressed in matching black robes, slowly made its way through the snow.
Leading the way were the Blood Court Knight, clad in steel armor dyed with red pigment forged by Third-Generation Vampire, wielding greatswords.
In the center was a magnificent royal palanquin pulled by eighteen Third-Generation Vampire. The palanquin was nine meters long and wide, and although it was called a royal palanquin, it was actually not much different from a small palace.
Around the royal carriage were carriages pulled by Third-Generation Vampire, filled with beautiful young girls, ready for the progenitor to consume at any time.
Apart from the royal carriage in the middle, a large group of second-generation Vampire Inquisition members followed at the very back, migrating with Norton to Sesvia Castle.
Tall yet slender, dressed in a fox fur cloak and exuding an air of opulent elegance, His Majesty Norton sat confined within his nine-square-meter royal carriage, gazing melancholically at the swirling snow outside, radiating an aura of refined princely grace.
Norton looked out the window and stretched out his slender, pale hand to catch the snowflakes falling from the sky.
A slight coolness lingered in his palm, but it didn't dissipate quickly because Norton had no body temperature.
"The weather has been acting strange these past few years! The cold fronts are getting stronger and the temperatures are getting colder. Is it because the sun is gradually dimming, or is it because of the arrival of the Little Ice Age?"
Alas, with such bitter cold, how are the people of South Road supposed to survive?
Norton looked somewhat melancholy, yet also somewhat anxious.
If all the people freeze to death, what will Norton eat?
Of course, this is just a joke; if it were a mini ice age, Norton wouldn't be worried.
What he truly feared was the annihilation of the sun!
The sun represents the death of God, stripped of his physical body, but it is also a symbol of his power. In recent years, the sun has grown increasingly dim; does this mean God is gradually regaining his power? If death and annihilation occur, will God rise again?
Even if God doesn't revive, won't Jonah, imprisoned in the sun, break free?
Even if Jonah doesn't break through the door, with the sun's demise, will this place become a lifeless, dead planet? Will Norton be left alone, forever living here in solitude?
The Third-Generation Vampire responsible for pulling the cart in the snow will never understand the melancholy in their lord's heart.
Besides Norton, the nine-square-meter carriage also housed a whole family of bats, all of whom were densely packed on the top of the carriage. Only Coal Ball, which had grown to a height of two meters, was curled up on the soft bed to the side like a dog.
A faint fragrance wafted over, and Elizabeth, dressed in a red and black Blood Court, sat to one side, brewing a warm blood soup for Norton to ward off the cold.
Of course, Norton wasn't afraid of the cold, but he wanted to drink some warm blood soup!