My wife is an immortal black snake.

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“That head—Mr. Yang Hao, with all due respect, I simply can’t extract anything useful from a head that only knows information about pleasure. In fact, if you hadn’t come today, I would have gone to request that this research be terminated.” Ms. Kal'tsit placed the coffee on the table, then took a document from her briefcase and handed it to Yang Hao. “In short, take a look. The most valuable research material I found is that they eat Originium as a snack—supposedly salty.”

"...That's it?"

"Yes."

"Is there absolutely no valuable information in that head?"

"Yes."

Upon hearing this, Yang Hao's expression was incredibly strange—he thought to himself, even the most foolish subordinate should know something of value, right?

This shouldn't be happening! Duke Nikolai, how exactly do you train your men? Is this a problem with you, or is it something else entirely?

Yang Hao flipped through the documents in his hand, and from the countless entries of "sweet, salty, sour, and spicy," he finally found the valuable information that Ms. Kal'tsit had mentioned. After finding the slightly valuable information, he threw the entire document bag into the trash can.

“I think even if you sold this to those Colombian officials who are paid to do their business, they probably wouldn’t accept it…” He sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Anyway, Ms. Kal’tsit, you can continue your Oripathy research. And soon your new job will be here—our university is starting construction.”

"A university? You mean..." Lady Kal'tsit frowned, then realized something: "...that I be a teacher there?"

"I guess so. After all, we invited you here not only hoping that you could provide us with research support, but more importantly, we hoped that you could become a teacher and cultivate talent for us."

"...I understand now. But I can't keep the university running smoothly on my own."

"Don't worry, Mr. Grovazel, who's been slacking off, is also a scholar. Now we have two teachers—though it's a bit few. Once Saint-Junburg arrives, I'll see if I can poach some more from under His Majesty's nose..."

"...You are the most audacious duke I have ever met. Now, even if you said you were having an affair with the current emperor of Ursus, I probably wouldn't be surprised at all."

"Ah ha ha..."

Can I say you really guessed right?

Yang Hao smiled strangely. After they talked about some work arrangements and the difficulties they might face next, he calculated the time and felt that it was getting late.

I need to go find the ponies and tell them to prepare for their infiltration of Kazimierz.

But letting the foals of Kazimir infiltrate Kazimir? That sounds so strange. Oh well.

As long as it works, that's fine.

With this in mind, Yang Hao took his leave. He then happily led Sonia's mother on a stroll through the infected and Sarkaz settlements. He noticed with satisfaction that the Sarkaz mercenaries, who had suffered heavy casualties but remained after the war, all wore expressions of blissful oblivion, considering themselves citizens of the Duke of Koschie. He then realized he might be able to provide Ms. Therese with more aid and then "steal" her warriors and technicians for his own use.

"I love these peaceful days." He couldn't help but smile happily at his mother, Sonia, beside him. "We develop our land peacefully and farm, while the people outside fight each other so we can gain more benefits—to be honest, I love it this way!"

"I still don't understand politics at all. And more importantly, Mr. Yang Hao, where are we headed now?"

Sonia's mother gently stroked Yang Hao's hair. It seemed she simply took this as part of his daily routine—well, showing off his achievements to his mother?

At first glance, it seems fine, but after noticing that Sonia's mother had Yang Hao's entire face pressed against her ample bosom, even the most oblivious Margarita probably knew what was about to happen.

should?

However, Margarita wasn't there, so even if Yang Hao thought about it, he had no reference... So after teasing Sonia a bit, he led her towards the headquarters of the Creed, the location of the Lubyanka Grand Hotel, intending to have Theresa prepare for her work in Kazimierz while also telling her about the reward he had promised.

... ...

While Yang Hao was taking Sonia's mother on a wild ride through the recovering city, the great Duke Koschke was busy with his work.

First, she sent each group of noble reinforcements back with a small token of her appreciation for their master. Then, she still had to deal with matters concerning Miss Karina.

And now Miss Karina has indeed come over, and she is indeed having a heart-to-heart talk with Miss Karina, with this aloof girl with gray hair and blue eyes.

“Lord Koschei, I understand. I believe you will make Ursus even greater, so I have no objection to entrusting my body to you.” Miss Karina nodded to Duke Koschei, standing before the throne. Her staff was tucked into her belt, a testament to her status as a sorcerer. “However, I still wish to ask a few questions.”

“Speak, Karina. You are my heir, and you have the right to ask questions about what confuses you.”

Kosiché smiled and gestured to his head maid to prepare some tea.

"So, are you really...?"

Miss Karina paused for a moment, then cautiously asked:

"Have you really... fallen in love with us short-lived species?"

Koschke fell silent in response to Miss Karina's question.

After a moment, she nodded, readily admitting it:

“That’s right. Karina, just as you thought—my husband is also someone who is about to become an immortal. We have a very good relationship, and he is also an essential presence for the prosperity of Ursus.”

"...I understand now. Besides that, can I understand that, Lady Koschei, you now share control of the city with your husband?"

"indeed."

"...Hmm. It seems you do trust that man."

Karina nodded. She had no more questions.

So after accepting the drink from the elusive head maid Monica, she said she wanted to stay nearby for a while before Lord Koschke inherited the body, and then took her leave.

...

After Karina left, Kosiché hadn't even had a chance to drink some water and rest when a waiter outside led in a guest from His Majesty the Emperor's side.

He seemed to have come from several steps ahead of Saint-Germain, a scout who had come specifically to deliver a message. Kosicé frowned, signaling for him to report, then took a sip of the red wine in her glass—

"—Duke Kosiché, I have a few words for you on behalf of His Majesty the Emperor. This is very important, so..."

The messenger looked up and saw the head maid standing to the side of the throne, ready to serve the master at any moment, and opened her mouth.

"Don't worry, Head Maid Monica is my most trusted servant."

"...I see."

Upon hearing this, the messenger readily agreed.

He coughed a few times, then turned around several times to make sure that the doors to the audience hall behind him had been closed tightly without his knowledge.

"—His Majesty the Emperor, according to the Imperial Physician's diagnosis, is now pregnant with a child. Considering the actions of the coming months and the future legitimacy of the Imperial Crown Prince, His Majesty will have Saint-Germain Castle docked on the outskirts of your city for a few days—"

When.

The wine glass slipped and shattered on the ground, spewing out its contents and breaking into shards.

"......ah?"

Looking at the messenger in front of him, whose mouth was opening and closing as if reporting some important news, he realized that the messenger was not making any noise.

For once, the Duke of Kosiché felt an unbearable urge to simply bury this seemingly utterly wicked scoundrel to prevent future trouble.

third chapter

The Saint-Germain-des-Prés officially arrived from afar at 4 p.m. today.

Then, under the watchful eyes of the remaining serpent scales, who were sweating profusely for some reason, they suffered the least damage, along with the Duke of Koschie.

The closest to the Duke's Palace.

It also boasts the most comprehensive transportation facilities, allowing you to go wherever you want in the northern commercial district [when put together].

"...I think His Highness will not survive tonight."

One of the snake-scaled men, sweating profusely, watched as the trucks carrying supplies, which had been prepared at Saint-Germain Castle, slowly drove towards them. He then turned to his companion and muttered something to himself.

"...Lord Kosiché, he should let the man go, right?"

The other snake scale seemed hesitant, as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

The two snake-scaled figures stood on high ground, watching the traffic in the distance and the actions of the civil servants of the Duke of Koschie, who were in charge of receiving supplies, leading the militia and workers who had not yet been disbanded to move the resources.

After a while.

"By the way, have you been harassed by anyone from Tenet lately?"

"Creed?...To be honest, I have a hard time understanding it."

"Me too. But it seems our leader has really been chosen."

"Captain Paul? — You mean the time he came out of the Lovers' Tavern?"

"Correct."

The two snake-scaled individuals began chatting about ordinary things. Perhaps in their minds, their lord wouldn't make it through the night, and rather than worrying about whether he could go to work tomorrow, it was more realistic to accept the fact that he would die in bed.

They talked about the foal of the Creed, and then someone mentioned that Miss Theresa, the steward of the Creed, had once been a member of a noble family in Kazimierz, and they all fell silent.

"The Nowitzki family... I remember this was once the family of generals in Kazimir?"

"Yes. My colleagues who went to Kazimierz found this clue. Now only Miss Theresa is left in that family. It's like they've fallen on hard times."

"Perhaps. Anyway, she's a pitiful person. But it seems that many of the remnants or retired veterans in Kazimir believe that her family is the only thing that matters—but why doesn't she stay in Kazimir? Why does she have to come to Ursus to do espionage?"

"Who knows? Maybe he just wants to get a pat on the butt from our King."

"Tsk."

The fact that Lord Wangjue liked to flatter was a well-known fact among his subordinates.

On the other hand, the Serpent Scales really couldn't understand why the Duke could still have an affair with His Majesty the Emperor even after having Lord Kosiché... And having an affair with His Majesty the Emperor was one thing, having an affair with Head Maid Monica was another, but recently, whose child is that little girl named Hela?

They immediately ignored Margarita's presence, laughing and declaring, "That's impossible!" Knowing further entanglement was pointless, they simply continued observing the situation in the distance for a considerable time, until they saw signs of the Emperor's entourage approaching, at which point they departed.

They had to report to Lord Koschche immediately... although the incredibly angry lord probably wouldn't listen to a word they said, the job still had to be done.

They can't be like Mr. Groszl, spending their days reading those hardcore pornographic books and letting themselves fall into depravity!

... .....

Inside the Duke's mansion.

At this moment, the Duke of Kosiché was truly enraged like never before.

"That bitch! That bastard! She's definitely lying! She's deceiving me!"

Head Maid Monica had already asked the messenger to leave, and of course, she didn't forget to close the door to the audience hall. Then she led Lord Kosch, who had been sitting motionless on the throne like a wooden statue since the beginning, to a secluded reception room.

And now, she's watching Lord Koschei, who's finally come to his senses and realize what's happened, venting his anger in the depths of his restlessness—but if only Lord Koschei could calm down a little...

The wine glass and spilled wine that were crushed on the sofa are very difficult to clean up.

"Sir, would you like another cup?"

Watching Koschei once again lose control of his anger and crush yet another fragile wine glass with his bare hands, Monica sighed inwardly and decided that if Lord Koschei wanted another glass, she would bring over the sturdier beer mug this time.

"—Give me another one."

"Yes."

Monica disappeared briefly, then returned with a sigh, holding a beer mug filled with red wine. Kosichek instinctively reached out to touch it, but when he realized he was touching the handle of a beer mug instead of the delicate stem of a wine glass, the angry old black snake paused for a moment.

She looked up at the beer glass in her hand, which was filled with red wine.

"Monica?"

"Sir, if you break another wine glass, it will be a hassle for me too—please consider how difficult it is to clean this sofa."

"...No, aren't you my maid?"

"Yes, of course I am your maid, so it is my duty to help you calm down when you are angry."

"So all you did was put red wine in a beer glass? Why don't you just put strawberries in dumplings from Yan country?"

"Because it looks very effective now."

Yes, it works, it really works—seeing the astonishment on Lady Koschei's face completely overshadow her anger, the maid Monica sighed and straightened Lady Koschei's clothes, who had finally calmed down.

She looked at the poor sofa, thinking that after cleaning, it would probably only be stored in the warehouse or given to someone. Sigh, getting a new sofa wasn't out of the question... but then she'd have to consider His Majesty's color scheme? Hmm...

Monica shook her head, thinking she'd talk about it later that night.

Meanwhile, Koschche's anger had subsided considerably. Even if he was still angry, he couldn't bring himself to throw a tantrum without considering his dignity as an immortal. He took a sip of red wine from his beer glass, then sighed heavily.

"So, darling, are you aware of this situation?"

“Lord Yang Hao probably doesn’t know yet. He seems to have just returned from Miss Theresa’s place, and if nothing unexpected happens…” Monica answered instinctively, then paused, “And… he seems to have passed by the place where Miss Karina was strolling with Ms. Sonia…”

"...Let's put that aside for now. It's not a big deal for Karina to have contact with him—His Majesty the Emperor's affairs are more important right now."

"Yes."

The master and servant were both troubled by His Majesty the Emperor's problems.

And the other side.

When he got home, he felt a strange, oppressive atmosphere... Just as Yang Hao was thinking that he still had time to go to the library to read some books and pass the time...

He ran into Kosiché's successor—