I lightly leaned into Momâs neck again and bit in. Momâs body tightened up. She locked me in tightly. The warm liquid from Momâs neck ran into my body. It was the same feeling as trying to get as much water and oxygen â things you couldnât live without â via sucking. I really cared about Mom. I really care about her. I didnât want to hurt her for my own sake, but once I bit into her neck, I lost my rationality. I didnât want to hurt Mom, but I greedily sucked her blood. Further, I felt as though the amount of blood I sucked increased every time. Momâs health continued to deteriorate during the recent period, and sheâd frequently space out.
âUghâŠâ Mom shuddered, and then she hugged me tightly. She seemed to want to push me away.
I quickly came to my senses. I noticed that Momâs lips were pale; therefore, I quickly backed off. I felt dizzy but wasnât sure if it was because I didnât finish sucking blood or not. Mommy Vyvyanâs blood-red eyes were trained on the ceiling as her body convulsed. Her gaze was lifeless and no different to a dead person.
I powerlessly lied down to the side. Blood from Mommy Vyvyanâs neck slowly leaked from her neck. I turned my head to see the traces of blood. Through my blurry vision, it appeared to be the most beautiful thing in the world. It was essentially the only thing I wanted in the world.
I wanted blood. I wanted to suck blood. I couldnât suck her blood, though. I absolutely couldnât. My mom couldnât handle it anymore; I saw her body surrender. I couldnât risk sucking more of her blood. I didnât feel I sucked enough blood just now, but, if I continued sucking, I wouldâve sucked Mom dry! I couldnât kill my mom. Iâd rather die than kill her.
Mom looked in my direction. After lingering for a moment, she panicked and pulled me tightly into her embrace. Her voice shook as she said, âSon. Son. Whatâs wrong?! Whatâs wrong?! Why did you stop sucking?! Why didnât you continue?! You need mana right now! Youâll be just as you were in the past if you donât have mana! Here, here. Son, Mommy can take it. Mommy can take it. Donât worry about Mommy. Here. Here, Son. Keep sucking. Donât worry about Mommy! Otherwise thereâs no point in Mommy saving you!â
âI canât⊠Mom⊠I canât⊠You⊠Youâre already in this shapeâŠ. IfâŠ. if I continue⊠Mom, youâŠâ
âI told you: Mommy is fine!!â
Momâs sudden yell frightened me. She lingered for a moment, and then apologetically hugged me but tighter this time. Voice soft, she said, âSorry, Son. Sorry, Son. I shouldnât have yelled at you. Mommy is fine. You donât need to worry about Mommy. Mommy is using this method, because Mommy is confident. Thereâs no need to worry. You donât need to worry at all. Mommy is a demi-god, remember?â
I leaned over with concern and bit her neck. Mom let out a soothing moan while keeping me in her light embrace. She sobbed, âSon, donât be so gentle. Donât be so gentle with Mommy. Youâre on the brink of death. Youâre in already in this state, so do you know how guilty Mommy feels when youâre this concerned for Mommy? Itâs all right, Son. Mommy can do anything for you. Mommy will definitely save you. Mommy definitely will.â
âI donât want to hurt you, Mom⊠Youâre my Mom⊠I donât want you to hurt you⊠Seeing you in pain is more painful than myself getting hurt.â
I let out a sigh of relief. Although I was still somewhat weak, I didnât want to continue. I didnât want to kill Mom. Mom tightened her arms around me. She stroked my back: âDonât worry about Mommy. You donât have to worry about Mommy. Mommy has Mommyâs own solution. Mommy definitely has a solution, so donât worry about Mommy. Mommy will be fine. Mommy still needs to look after you, so Mommy will be all right, Son. You can rest assured.â
I tightly hugged Mom back and responded in a hoarse voice: âUhm⊠Mom⊠Donât get hurt. Donât get hurt again⊠I now⊠donât even have the strength to feel painâŠâ
Current time in the North.
An unresponsive body dropped to the ground. The soldiers emotionlessly looked at the corpse in front of them and the woman wailing in pain. They charged into the house. The horse carriage outside was on standby. Groups of soldiers carried out chests of gold and jewels, and threw the chests onto the carriage. They didnât even leave behind crystal candles. In fact, they even took flower vases. The soldiers diligently plundered the propertyâs valuables.
They basically took everything aside from the house.
âThe nation is very grateful for your husbandâs understanding. The nation shall use the assets your husband left well and shall also record your name on the statue to be erectedâŠâ
The soldiers walk up to the woman and her child in her arms. They thoughtlessly tossed the document to one side after reading it out loud. They then raised their sword: âPrincess Freya will provide your family with a dignified funeral. We are very sorry for doing this. We hope you and your husband can find happiness on the other side.â
The sword whistled through the air. Their warm blood sprayed and heated up the lawn below them. The weight of the blood caused the grass to bend over. The soldiers stepped through the blood, grass and leaves, mixing them in with each otherâŠ
A fire went up. The guards surrounded the structure and threw the fire torches in their hands into the house through the windows one after another and sealed the main door. Cries came from within. There was loud banging on the door that was sealed. The soldiers had thrown all their fire torches, so they raised their rifles and aimed them at the main door.
âGet ready!!â The Officer shouted his commands: âFire!!â
The intense flares tore down the flames. Even the flames that destroyed everything in sight appeared to be afraid of the bullets humanity fired. The barrage of bullets tore down the timber door. Blood spilt and seeped out. The soldiers rushed over after emptying their bullets and used their bayonets to shove the surviving maids and servants back into the fire.
The cavalry nearby crossed the plains. Hidden passageways were discovered. The cavalry chased survivors who went through so much to escape and cut them down. Everybody in the house was slaughtered. Not a single soul escaped. Freyaâs plan was impeccable. She researched all of the entry and exit points of the house long before to ensure that nobody could escape. Their corpses were thrown into the flames. Nobody would ever know what happened.
Freya looked at the massive flames before her. There was no sympathy or kindness on her young face. There was only the joy of revenge and brutality; they once insulted her brother. She looked at the assets next to her and quietly giggled: âThese people clung to their money and refused to help my dear brother back then. My brother was too kind and didnât punish them. However, that doesnât mean their fault is absolved. Their money is their repentance. All of the people here are to pay with their lives for my brother. They must pay with their lives and their money!â
At the same time, Troyâs personal guard unit that had broken off into smaller teams to massacre the merchants and nobles back then in their own homes. Then, they ransacked their assets. The soldiers in white uniforms were stained with the blood of countless people. They transported the money Troy previously needed back to the Imperial City on carts.
The Imperial City in the North had now acquired a new name: Troy Noah. Troy Noah was translated as âLong live Troy.â