Dressed in black and red court attire, Abraham, accompanied by a group of Vampire, stood on the snow-covered ground a dozen kilometers away from the Sesvia Palace, eagerly awaiting their arrival.
His Majesty Norton is coming soon.
To express his respect for His Majesty, Abraham braved the freezing weather and the heavy snow, walking more than ten kilometers to meet him, thus demonstrating his reverence for His Majesty Norton.
In addition, he had already selected hundreds of young, beautiful, and unmarried women in the capital to welcome His Majesty and to enrich his dining experience.
Abraham was far more devoted to his servants than even a eunuch.
"I'm sure Your Majesty will be pleased to see my slightest preparation! Hahaha, from this day forward, Your Majesty will surely consider me a complete confidant!"
Even before His Majesty's royal carriage arrived, Abraham was already imagining His Majesty's pleased gaze.
"Your Majesty has always disdained power and preferred to enjoy life. Now, under my sweet-talking offensive, you will surely succumb very quickly and fall completely into the arms of gentle pleasures."
Wouldn't that mean power would fall into other hands, and I, Abraham, would completely control the entire Blood Clan?
Hmph hmph hmph hahahahahaha...
Abraham felt he had figured it out. Since he couldn't imprison Norton, why not raise him himself into a pleasure-seeking good-for-nothing?
Isn't this also a way of indirectly imprisoning this Blood Clan Progenitor?
Abraham understood, and he couldn't wait to meet Norton in order to implement his softening technique!
And as he eagerly awaited, finally, the banner of the Blood Court and the unique army slowly emerged at the end of the snowstorm.
"Your Majesty!!!"
Abraham roared and charged forward with incredible speed. He then knelt down at high speed and, using his momentum, slid across the ground like a skier for dozens of meters, carving two furrows, until he reached Norton's carriage.
Looking at the palanquin-like carriage and the Norton wagons used to transport food, Abraham's face lit up with joy even before he spoke.
With Norton's hedonistic nature, Abraham doesn't need to work hard at all!
Norton himself has corrupted himself into a stud pig in a pigsty!
If this continues, great things can be accomplished!
Abraham was overjoyed and was about to report his great achievements when suddenly the curtain of the carriage in front of him was lifted from the inside, and a familiar pretty face with some features that he recognized very well came into view.
Abraham was somewhat familiar with the delicate face, but the bloodshot eyes, the pale skin, and the two small, sharp front teeth that pierced Abraham fragile heart like bullets.
Isn't that my defining characteristic?
No, isn't this supposed to be First-Generation Vampire?
You, Elizabeth, raided my home? While I, Grand Duke Abraham, was out on official business, completely unaware, you somehow managed to elevate yourself to the incomparably prestigious position of First-Generation Vampire Blood Clan duke?
In an instant, Abraham had analyzed the specific situation.
This unique First-Generation Vampire, the undisputed future regent, whose incomparably noble and supreme position, second only to the emperor, has now been forcibly usurped by someone else?
"No!!!"
Snowflakes are falling... the chill seeps into your heart.
Abraham's face twitched!
He struggled to keep his facial expression from crumbling, but inside he was completely and utterly devastated!
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."
Abraham collapsed and lowered his head, his expression finally crumbling, his face contorted in pain. His body trembled slightly, and snowflakes drifted down onto him, lingering for a long time. The heavy snowfall had quickly draped Abraham in a white veil.
"Oh, yes... Abraham, rise, follow my royal carriage to the royal city!"
Norton looked up and saw the kneeling figure through the open car door, but remained extremely calm.
With each word he spoke, Abraham, kneeling on the ground, felt a chill run through him.
He'd only been gone for a year, and Old Norton had already almost forgotten his name?
"Your Majesty, this old servant has already selected over a hundred beautiful maidens for you in the royal city, and they are now imprisoned in the castle awaiting your enjoyment!" The last glimmer of hope flickered in Abraham's heart, yet stubbornly clung on.
One more First-Generation Vampire, what can Abraham say?
However, he must claim the credit that is rightfully his, and he must also make sure to show off his achievements in front of His Majesty in order to reveal himself and gain more power!
"Well, after all, the Grand Duke has been with me the longest and knows my preferences. In that case, Grand Duke Abraham shall henceforth be in charge of finding the best food for me and serving me by my side."
His Majesty Norton, seated on the royal carriage, spoke with an indifferent tone, yet his words pierced Abraham's fragile heart like bullets once more!
"No!!!"
Abraham was on the verge of a breakdown. He wanted to slap himself for even trying to show off in front of that brainless bastard Norton.
His primary concern was clearly enjoyment; whoever allowed him to enjoy himself was the one he favored most and who would stay by his side. But this was precisely what went against Abraham's desires.
Now look what's happened! They've even stripped him of his power as Inquisition. He's truly become the emperor's old eunuch now!
Abraham turned ashen-faced and dared not utter a word.
He followed Norton's royal carriage with a slunky air, slowly making his way towards the nearby royal city of Sesvia.