“Mama~ Mama~!”
The soft, honey-sweet voice pulled Tulia from those painful yet unforgettable memories of the past.
She raised her head in a daze, her gaze meeting a pair of deep blue eyes as clear as newly thawed snowmelt.
Standing before her was a tall elf girl with a waterfall of silver hair no, by any standard, this was already a fully matured elven lady.
She stood gracefully, her figure exquisitely curved, even half a head taller than Tulia herself.
Ah… come to think of it, when she first “birthed” this little one, it had been quite a fantastical scene.
It hadn’t been the traditional Vampire method of reproduction, but rather Lisbeth had hatched herself from an “Egg” that glowed softly, its surface smooth and warm like jade.
Tulia could still remember the first time that tiny thing stood up, wobbling on unsteady legs, and called her “Mama” in that sweet, tender voice.
But who could tell her why other people’s kids grew like “ten-year-old saplings,” while her own had become a “ten-year-old towering tree” in no time at all?!
At age three, she was already as tall as that no-good elf mother; by five, she could look Tulia, her Vampire birth mother, straight in the eye; and by ten… ten years old!
This girl already had a voluptuous figure and stunning looks, a picture-perfect adult elf in her prime!
She was clearly supposed to be an elf child, but her features seemed to have taken after Tulia herself. The effect of that Life Seed was simply outrageous!
Standing side by side, others would think they were sisters who would believe they were mother and daughter?
“Mama?”
Lisbeth tilted her head, her long silver hair cascading down, carrying a pure innocence and an utterly deceptive mature charm.
Faced with that nearly identical yet fully grown face, Tulia reached out with complicated feelings.
Even though her daughter looked like a grown woman, this young Vampire mother with zero parenting experience still instinctively handled her with care, as if touching a fragile antique porcelain.
After all… this was truly the Super Giant Pearl in the Palm Pro Max Plus! What if she accidentally… well, even though it seemed impossible to break her now, old habits die hard!
After that scoundrel elf finished spouting her so-called last words, Tulia was teleported to this Forest.
For the past ten years, this child had grown faster than magic bean vines on fertilizer, shooting up day after day.
Ten years, and Tulia had worried every day about what the two of them would eat.
Fortunately, neither mother nor child were human!
The kid could fill her stomach just by foraging fruits and roots, though her appetite ballooned in tandem with her size.
As for Tulia, being a Vampire made things even easier a few unlucky Magic Beasts from the woods were enough to satisfy her.
The only downside was that not having human blood often made Tulia’s stomach grumble in rather unladylike ways.
And what was the second headache?
It was that damned elf, who had cast some indecent magic on Tulia she’d actually started producing milk!
And she even had bouts of engorgement!
What made Tulia want to explode on the spot was that this elf child already looked like a grown woman!
With those long legs and adult physique, she kept nursing until she was as tall as Tulia herself only then did she finally! Wean! Herself!
Just thinking about having to nurse a “giant baby” nearly as tall, if not taller than herself, made Tulia’s face flush and her toes curl with embarrassment it was enough to dig out a whole Vampire Castle with her feet.
What kind of suffering was this?! No, what kind of Vampire suffering was this!
And if that wasn’t enough, there was one more cruel truth that left Tulia unable to laugh that damned “Life Seed.”
To this day, it clung to her insides like an unshakable piece of toffee, rooting itself firmly and forming a Soul-Binding Thread that tightly connected her to Lisbeth.
She could feel it clearly: all the Magic Power she painstakingly cultivated or rather, accumulated through her Vampire slumber was being constantly drained by this “parasite,” transformed into pure vitality.
And all of it was shamelessly funneled into her daughter, who now looked healthier and livelier than Tulia herself!
“At this rate, if my Magic Power stays stuck at the same level for another decade or two…”
Tulia started counting on her fingers, her face growing paler with each calculation.
“When my reserves can’t keep up with this ‘gold-devouring beast’s’ appetite, won’t I go from being a super-cool aristocrat of the night to a totally useless Vampire with no strength to even tie up a chicken?”
“No, maybe I’ll just get sucked dry and turn straight into a fresh mummy!”
At this thought, she nearly howled in grief:
“Who’s the real Vampire here, huh?! Hey!”
Was Tulia’s ultimate fate to be sucked dry by her own “biological” daughter?
Fortunately, Heaven never seals all paths.
That irresponsible elf mother, when dumping the child on her, had also implanted some key “instructions” into Tulia’s mind.
One of the crucial points: her only way out was to raise the child to adulthood, and at the instant her child’s Magic Power reached its wildest, most powerful surge, she could safely sever the Life Seed and regain her freedom!
But !
“‘Adulthood’ by what standard, exactly?!”
Tulia fumed inwardly, “Elves count their age in centuries, am I supposed to wait a hundred years? Two hundred? Or even longer?!”
She could already picture her own bleak future:
She, hair snow-white from Magic Power depletion (though it was already white), lying weakly on a bed, while her ever youthful, lively “darling daughter” Lisbeth bounced around at her side…
“Wuwuwu, am I really going to see white-haired people sending off more white-haired people… Wait, that’s not right, we’re both white-haired! So it’s white-haired sending white-haired, that’s more accurate!”
Tulia shook her head, trying to drive out that too-vividly tragic image.
She looked at her daughter, who was gazing up at her with those clear blue eyes, innocence on her face (and maturity in her form), and took a deep breath.
“No, just sitting here waiting for death isn’t the way of a transmigrator!”
She needed a plan—it was time to send Lisbeth to school!
Not just for her daughter’s mental growth and future, but for the sake of her own precious lifespan and dwindling Magic Power!
If Lisbeth could learn to absorb and use the Magic Power in the air herself, maybe, just maybe, the “vampirism” from Tulia would decrease by a little bit?
If so, then maybe she wouldn’t become the first Vampire in history to die heroically by being sucked dry by her own daughter!
The dream was beautiful, but reality hit her like a blow to the head.
“But… money! Where’s the tuition going to come from?!”
Tulia hugged her head and crouched in despair, feeling her future grow dim.
“And we’ve been cut off from the world in this cursed Forest for over a decade. I don’t even know what year it is out there, which banner is flying now, or even which way the school gates face!”
A strong wave of regret surged up.
“If I’d known this would happen, I would have stolen a few more chests of gold from that wretched Sophia before I ran away back then! At least I could have made myself a Golden Coffin to lie in and wait for death that’d be better than being sucked dry like this!”
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