"Monster!!"

A roar filled with fear shattered the silence of the night, jolting Elizabeth awake from her deep slumber in bed.

"What?" She frowned slightly, the grogginess of just waking up bringing some confusion, making her miss the knight's scream clearly.

However, the next moment, the door was violently smashed open.

"Boom!" A knight clad in steel armor, covered in blood, crashed into the room with a face full of terror, his eyes filled with panic and alarm fixed on Elizabeth who was still half-lying in bed, not yet risen.

"Your Majesty, run quickly..."

It wasn't really his loyalty speaking, but rather that he had been assigned by the King to guard the Queen. If anything happened to the Queen, then no one in his family would survive either.

Elizabeth, just awakened, was still in a semi-dazed state in her mind. Looking at the blood-soaked knight, seeing his utterly panicked appearance, the young Elizabeth couldn't help but feel a surge of fear in her heart. But strangely mixed within that fear was actually a trace of bizarre anticipation.

"Could it be the white knight from my fantasies..."

Before the word "prince" could even form in her thoughts, the sound of a blade piercing flesh echoed at the doorway.

"Thud!" A pale, withered hand penetrated through the gaps in the chainmail at the knight's neck, directly stabbing through the knight's throat, then emerged from the front of his body.

The blood-stained, withered pale hand immediately reversed its grip, clawing into the facial slit of the knight's helmet. As easily as a sharp knife piercing tofu, it softly yet thoroughly clawed through the flesh of the knight's face, pierced through his skull, even forcing one of the knight's cloudy white eyeballs to squeeze out through the helmet's gap.

Blood instantly gushed from the knight's face and neck, yet when it touched the skin of that pale arm, it was rapidly absorbed. Even the blood on the hand that had pierced the knight's neck had already been completely absorbed by its skin.

Queen Elizabeth, sitting on the bed, turned deathly pale, her petite body trembling violently as she stared in utter terror at what was behind the knight in the doorway.

In her tear-filled gaze, behind the knight with the pierced neck, a bizarre figure over two meters tall had appeared silently.

The tall, slender body appeared filled with an unusual beauty and inhuman eeriness, but the skin exposed on its body was deathly pale and withered, as if it were an ancient corpse that had lain dormant for a thousand years.

And now, the reddish-brown gaze of this terrifying figure was fixed intently on her!

"Ahhh!!!" Sitting on the bed, Elizabeth could no longer suppress the fear in her heart facing such a bloody scene and such a terrifying creature, causing her to cry, tears welling in her eyes, and scream at the top of her lungs.

It's over! Didn't get the white knight, got a pale monster instead!

And accompanying her screams and wails, the monster's face visibly displayed a sense of excitement.

"A maiden's blood is pure and fragrant, savoring it carefully rivals the pleasure of eternal life!"

Norton looked at the beautiful girl sitting screaming on the ancient castle bed, sniffing the fragrant aroma emanating from her in the air, so pleased that his two reddish-brown eyes narrowed into slits.

"Offering your blood to His Excellency is the highest honor! As mere mortals like you, why aren't you quickly kneeling in gratitude for His Excellency's holy grace!"

Just as Elizabeth was utterly terrified, another monster with large, rat-like front teeth actually appeared at the doorway. It wore tattered rags, and its eyes were intensely crimson.

These two extremely terrifying monsters scared her nearly to the point of fainting. Overwhelmed with fear and shock, sitting on the bed, she almost wet herself.

In fact, if she had actually wet herself, it might have really made Norton lose his appetite.

Looking at Elizabeth, who was limp and trembling all over on the bed, Norton stepped forward, approaching the bedside.

His two-meter-tall bizarre body brought a terrifying feeling that made one's heart creep, making Elizabeth, sitting limply on the bed, tremble violently, clutching the blanket around her as she kept shrinking backward.

"Mr. Monster, please don't eat me... sob sob..."

Her outstanding beauty and fair, tender skin, combined with her tear-streaked face, did have a somewhat unique flavor.

"Once humans reach adulthood, selfishness takes priority. Therefore, regardless of gender, all bear original sin;

killing them is no loss! But a sweet treat like you must be savored slowly to appreciate its wonders!" Norton grinned widely, revealing a mouth full of sharp fangs, which further terrified Elizabeth, making her shriek and wail.

Then, he leaned down, using his own deathly pale, withered hand to grab Elizabeth's delicate little calf.

"Ahhh! Don't eat me..." The girl's wails echoed in the room. She kept thrashing her body, her fair feet struggling constantly. However, her strength was utterly minuscule compared to Norton's.

She could only watch helplessly as Norton extended his sharp fingernail, then drew it across her fair, tender skin.

Pain spread across Elizabeth's fair calf. She cried until her voice was hoarse and her strength gone.

Yet the flesh on her fair calf had already been sliced open by Norton, and then a trickle of blood flowed out accordingly.

Abraham, standing at the doorway, trembled all over, his eyes growing increasingly crimson. Sniffing the fragrant scent of the girl's blood in the air, he felt it hard to restrain his bloodthirsty desire.

This kind of maiden's blood was the most wonderful. Unfortunately, only His Excellency could enjoy it, while he, Abraham, could only gnaw on rough, burly men or plump, hefty women. One bite was either a mouthful of sweat or greasy fat, truly incomparable.

He, Abraham, felt extremely aggrieved!

However... judging by the Progenitor's brutal manner of bloodsucking just now, he indeed also possessed an uncontrollable bloodthirstiness. Based on his various behaviors, it seemed quite similar to his own, Abraham's.

This couldn't help but make Abraham's thoughts run wild.

If this Progenitor was truly the Vampire Clan Progenitor, then could he, Abraham, also grow to such a state, possessing that power that could be called 'great'?

Norton fed on the wailing Elizabeth. Abraham's gaze fixed on Norton's back, watching the feeding scene thoughtfully, but he didn't show any unusual expression on his face.

Norton, feeding on Elizabeth's blood, wasn't carefully savoring its wonders, because he didn't have any so-called bloodthirsty desire at all. This blood was just like a little sweet drink to him;

he'd take a sip when he felt like it, and not when he didn't.

On the surface, he was sipping the little sweet drink, but in reality, he had been observing Abraham's situation through magnetic fields the entire time.

"My paranoia is really getting worse and worse. Being an emperor is truly not for humans! Cultivating only Abraham as the sole first-generation vampire not only affects the overall reproduction of the vampire clan, but his position as second only to one, above ten thousand, also causes his focus to entirely converge on me, the only one ranked higher than him, the Progenitor.

It seems it's time to develop other first-generation vampires, so they can check and balance each other, engaging in internal strife. But cultivating other first-generation vampires adds even more possibility of betrayal. It's truly like drinking poison to quench thirst, or cutting out flesh to cure a sore!"