Coal Ball's wife was considerably more obedient compared to Coal Ball himself.
Yet this obedience felt distinctly peculiar.
Norton still vividly rembered the scene when this mother bat, after giving birth to her first litter, flew directly onto his face and attempted to offer him her milk.
This creature seed to have categorized him within her children's system, or perhaps viewed him as so elderly figure requiring care?
But precisely because of this, the intimacy and simple-mindedness of these little creatures provided Norton with the greatest sense of reassurance.
If they were to evolve intelligence comparable to Abraham's, he wouldn't even consider nurturing them in the first place.
Watching Coal Ball's wife so obediently lick his flesh, Norton felt she deserved a na of her own.
"Very well, I shall bestow upon you the title of Plum Blossom Prince, equal in rank to Prince Coal Ball, so you may fully experience the splendor of exalted status!"
Norton sat alone in the secret chamber, talking to himself and engaging in conversation with a bat as if it were natural.
Sotis he appeared profoundly deep and calculating, while other tis he resembled a complete fool.
One could only say the Church's training thods were too authoritative, capable of distorting even a normal person's psyche.
Yet it was only during these solitary monts that Norton truly let down his guard and enjoyed leisurely ti.
After feeding the bat Plum Blossom, Norton finally stood up, casually picked up clothes from the floor to wrap around his waist, then extended his slender, wrinkled fingers to gently ring the bell on the coffin lid.
"Ding ling, ding ling..."
The clear bell chis snapped Elizabeth out of her daze as she sat hugging her knees on the bed, a delicate blush appearing on her exquisite features.
She had been fantasizing about the pale Progenitor gently smiling at her, tenderly slicing her arm open with extre care, and drinking her blood with loving motions—every gesture expressing concern and affection for her...
In her fantasy, while they engaged in this intimate blood-drinking ritual, a group of beautiful girls knelt around them, watching Elizabeth with envious eyes, yearning to receive the Progenitor's gentle treatnt themselves...
Damn it, who had conditioned her to beco like this?
Over five years, Elizabeth had blossod into even greater beauty. Her classic European features made her face exquisitely delicate with snow-white skin, complented by her sparkling azure eyes—so beautiful she almost radiated a holy aura.
Norton's five years of conditioning had successfully afflicted her with an extrely severe psychological disorder, whose symptoms currently manifested exclusively toward Progenitor Norton.
For instance, like just monts ago, fantasizing during solitude about the usually aloof, cold-hearted Progenitor showing her his most tender side.
For instance, constantly envisioning the Progenitor's figure in her mind, with all her thoughts and actions seemingly converging around him.
For instance, paying extraordinary attention to maintaining her skin, appearance, and personal hygiene, so the Progenitor would experience better flavor and form deeper impressions when tasting her.
And for instance, appearing utterly cold and emotionless like a robot around others, yet once she detected the Progenitor's presence, performing various attention-grabbing antics to capture his notice...
Elizabeth felt her entire existence was ant for the Progenitor, wishing to dedicate everything to him. Her fantasies, or rather her pathological psychology, had ironically beco the necessary condition enabling her to avoid breakdown and survive under Norton's intense pressure.
Norton's frequent intentional coldness toward Elizabeth had created an intense craving for his approval within her.
And when soone seeks another's approval, it ans they've already been enslaved.
This Hakino was too wicked! Look what he'd turned her into!
Truthfully, Elizabeth's current state had exceeded Norton's expectations—she had conditioned too quickly.
Her various Norton-related fantasies during idle monts constituted continuous self-brainwashing, enabling her to reach Norton's desired outco even before the ten-year mark.
Further conditioning risked potentially darkening the girl, so Norton decided it was ti to stop while ahead!
At seventeen years old, she was at her freshest and most vibrant, making this the perfect ti for her transformation into a vampire.
"Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack..."
The crisp sound of high heels echoed through the stone floors of the ancient castle's eerie corridors, growing progressively closer.
High heels already existed in this era, though most were wooden-heeled and not particularly comfortable, yet they remained the best thod to avoid soiling one's feet.
Elizabeth wore her ticulously tailored white corset dress with dainty white leather high heels, elegantly entering the basent where Norton resided.
She had noticed the Progenitor Excellency seed particularly fond of observing girls' feet, legs, buttocks, chest, hands, face, and skin, so throughout these years she had devoted herself to refining her appearance, striving to beco increasingly exquisite to attract the Progenitor's gaze.
As bat chirps grew clearer, she finally entered Norton's bedchamber.
The mont she stepped inside, an oppressive sensation of being watched by sothing terrifying spontaneously erged, causing Elizabeth to instinctively lower her head.
Norton sat upright on an exquisite chair with a backrest, his posture still elegant and noble like an emperor enthroned.
Though unclothed except for fabric wrapped around his groin, this did nothing to diminish the intense aura of oppression and nobility surrounding him.
Instead, his pale, withered physique intertwined with his elegant, noble temperant created a peculiar paradoxical feeling—both profane and holy.
"Your Excellency!"
Elizabeth carefully knelt and prostrated herself, deliberately lowering her body slowly so she could incidentally reveal a glimpse of pale skin while bowing, hoping to capture the Progenitor's attention.
But unfortunately, the Progenitor paid no mind, his increasingly dim russet eyes containing only indifference and heartless coldness.
"Elizabeth."
A hoarse, shadowy voice resonated through the room, and as Norton spoke her na, she visibly trembled before performing a full five-point kneeling prostration.
"Your... Excellency, I am here!"
"Five years have passed since you first offered your blood. Throughout these years, you have proven diligent and dedicated, greatly pleasing .
However, mortals ultimately face fading beauty and fleeting youth, denied eternal life! Therefore, are you willing to beco my servant, serving for all eternity?"
Norton's withered face appropriately displayed a trace of sentintal expression, as if he actually felt such emotions.
But his words struck Elizabeth as a trendous surprise, completely overwhelming her with shock.
Elizabeth's face filled with excitent as she used her hands and legs to crawl forward on her stomach until she reached Norton's feet. Tears welled in her eyes as she excitedly lowered her head to kiss Norton's feet.
"Your Excellency, I am willing! Elizabeth will serve by Your Excellency's side forever! Your Excellency..."
Glistening tears stread from Elizabeth's eyes. After all her efforts over so many years, she had finally achieved results today.
She could finally beco one of the Progenitor Excellency's inner circle!
This far surpassed even her wildest fantasies in happiness.
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