During dinner.
Vivian was sprawled across the dining table, vigorously shoveling the leftovers into her bowl.
She swallowed the last mouthful of rice.
Suddenly, she snapped her head up and stared intently at Nolan, who was sitting across from her. Her gaze was burning.
Nolan felt bewildered, unable to fathom what Vivian was thinking. He simply asked straightforwardly, “Why are you looking at me all of a sudden? Is there a grain of rice on my face?”
Vivian’s expression remained unchanged. As if she hadn’t heard him, she continued to stare at his face.
After a long while, she spoke with a heavy heart, “Nolan… do you want to have a little baby?”
Pfft!
Vivian’s words were so shocking that Nolan nearly spat out his food.
He hurriedly ran to the side of the stove and downed several mouthfuls of water before he finally caught his breath.
Sitting back down in his chair, he asked again with uncertainty, “What did you just say? I didn’t hear you clearly.”
Vivian had no intention of letting Nolan dodge the question. She straightened her face and repeated in a tone that brooked no refusal, “Let’s have a little baby.”
Nolan could see it now; Vivian was absolutely serious about considering this.
He had thought it was just a sudden whim or a casual remark.
He no longer spoke vaguely but asked instead, “Why do you suddenly have this idea? I don’t think now is a good time.”
In his view, having a child was simple — they just popped out, didn’t they?
But the subsequent care was a tedious affair.
There was the nutritional security during infancy, as well as hygiene and maintenance.
Then there was the infant’s constant crying in the middle of the night, which could drive a person to a nervous breakdown.
All of these required a great deal of energy to handle, not to mention the education and guidance needed as they grew up.
A child’s healthy growth was a very, very long road to walk.
Demons from Hell occupied the Hammerfall Tundra, threatening human society at every moment. Cultists lurked within the Kingdom, ready to stab them in the back at any time.
‘In such a chaotic era, do we really have the energy to take good care of a child…’
After some thought, Nolan shook his head and sighed softly.
Although he didn’t explicitly refuse, his meaning couldn’t be clearer.
“Because I like children. Besides, aren’t we husband and wife now?”
“Having a child is the natural thing to do. What’s so strange about that?”
Vivian pouted her lips in dissatisfaction.
‘It sounds like he’s blaming me…’
“But —”
“Don’t talk!”
Nolan was about to say something, but Vivian interrupted him sharply.
“Look at me before you speak.”
Vivian stood directly on her chair, stretching her torso and cradling Nolan’s face with both hands.
Their gazes met in midair.
Vivian’s dark red pupils seemed to flow like water droplets, shimmering with a deadly, clingy sensation.
“What were you trying to say?” Vivian asked in a low voice.
“I…”
“Actually, I quite like children too, but…”
“I need a little bit of time to adapt.” Nolan stammered.
‘Is he serious? Having a child is like a life-or-death struggle… as if he’s making a decision that goes against his ancestors,’ Vivian couldn’t help but complain in her heart.
“Fine, then we’ll train tonight to let you adapt.”
Vivian knew the importance of moderation. She couldn’t push him too hard; what if he ran away?
“There’s training for this?”
“That’s right. Starting from now…”
She released Nolan’s face and sat back in her chair.
“Every night before we go to sleep, we must kiss for at least ten minutes.”
“This will definitely effectively improve your adaptability,” Vivian spouted nonsense with a straight face.
“Tonight as well?”
“Tonight?”
“Right now!”
Vivian stood up abruptly, pushed her chair aside, and grabbed Nolan’s hand to pull him into the coffin.
“Wait, I still have dishes to wash!” Nolan shouted, attempting a final struggle.
“Let Zaphira wash them.”
“She’s just a statue, how —”
Nolan’s retort was blocked in his throat by Vivian’s soft lips.
Their figures pressed together as they fell into the coffin. Vivian even conveniently pulled the coffin lid shut.
A moment later.
A tiny figure crawled out from under the stove.
Zaphira, having transformed into a miniature form, wiped the soot from her face and very reluctantly cleaned the dining table.
Finally, she arrived before the basin and washed the dishes pitifully.
A string of sticky, wet *mwah mwah* sounds echoed in her ears.
‘Endure!’
‘In a few more days, my sisters will come to save me.’
Zaphira held great hope for a beautiful future.
“I feel like someone is eavesdropping…”
A flushed Vivian suddenly poked her head out of the coffin.
She then ran into the hall and snatched up Zaphira, who had just finished washing the dishes.
“You go stay outside for a while.”
Vivian opened the window and tossed Zaphira out.
After confirming no one was around, she returned to the coffin to continue her intimacy with Nolan.
***
The next day.
“Nolan, wake up!”
Vivian, full of energy early in the morning, nudged the still-sleeping Nolan.
“Let me sleep a little longer… My head feels a bit dizzy.”
Nolan’s eyes were half-open, and his voice was weak, as if all his strength had been drained.
Looking at the two new blood holes on Nolan’s neck, Vivian couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty.
Last night, in the heat of the moment, she hadn’t been able to resist taking another bite of the not-yet-healed Nolan.
“Can you still go out? Should I go find Old Man Derek and ask for a day off for you?” Vivian asked worriedly.
“No need, I’ll be fine after lying down for a while.” Nolan rolled over weakly.
Hearing this, Vivian stopped disturbing him.
She opened the window, summoned the Zaphira statue back, and heated up the food.
“Then I’m heading out. Breakfast is on the table, remember to eat.”
With a final reminder, she opened her umbrella and stepped out of the house.
The familiar small wooden plaque was hung around her neck once again.
Time to work hard and earn money for the family!
Vivian suddenly looked down and squeezed her flat chest.
‘And for the future baby’s… powdered milk money!’
With an incredibly firm conviction, she took a giant step forward.
On the way to the market, Vivian’s little head began to wander.
She started thinking about how to prepare for pregnancy and how to nurse a child.
At that moment, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind.
Vivian felt as if she had been struck by lightning, and she froze in place.
‘I seem to have forgotten one major thing…’
‘I don’t think I am human…’
‘I am currently a Vampire, an undead. Can the undead even get pregnant?’
Vivian felt as though her beautiful life of raising a child was slipping away.
The blurry figure of a four-year-old child appeared before her eyes. The figure spoke:
‘Mommy, you are a Vampire. Vampires cannot give birth to me…’
‘No, no, no… This world has magic. Giving birth as a Vampire should be something that can be achieved.’
‘You have to believe in the extraordinary power of magic, Vivian.’
‘If only I knew other Vampires, I could ask them…’
‘Maybe they have a way to make it happen.’
Vivian suppressed those uneasy thoughts and shook her head frantically, as if trying to toss all the distractions out of her mind.
‘O gods in the heavens!’
‘Please quickly send a Vampire to tell me the answer.’
This was the first time Vivian had prayed piously to the gods since arriving in this different world.
A cool morning breeze blew past, gently tugging at a stray hair on the top of Vivian’s head.
Unfortunately, nothing happened.
She looked disappointedly toward the piercing purple sun on the horizon.
‘Whatever, I’ll just go earn money first.’
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