My wife is an immortal black snake.

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“I understand. But what about Her Majesty Theresa…”

"Let her be. Anyway, I have to take charge of the development of Umbrella Security Company—besides, we did get those resources and business dealings with Ursus, so she can't possibly have any objections, can she?"

"...yes."

On the night of October 11, in the Kazdel region, inside the headquarters of the Military Council—Umbrella Security Company.

Ms. Therese watched her capable assistant leave her office and close the door behind her.

She stretched and loosened her stiff body before picking up the urgent report on the table again—the report about the Duke of Kosiché's death as a result of his assassination attempt.

"The truth might not be as the urgent report and news say," Therese murmured to herself, examining the urgent report in her hand. "Could it be that the real Duke Koschei didn't actually die, but only a carefully disguised 'double'? Heh... Mr. Yang Hao, you've taught me so many advanced things, you couldn't possibly not have the idea of ​​using a 'public death' to gain political advantage, could you?"

If one had to pinpoint Therese's argument, it could be said to be either her intuition or her research on the Duke of Kosiché.

It is said that there is a legend in the Ursus Empire called "The Immortal Koschei". At first glance, this seems to be just a cheap legend like an ordinary myth, but it actually refers to the current Duke Koschei.

Therese knows that many people will find this hard to accept, and many will certainly think it's just nonsense—but how to put it? Do you really think that Feline kitten is acting on its own will?

Although Therese had only observed for a short time... to be honest, didn't these people find it strange that a duke who had only recently taken office knew so much about the previous duke's plans?

Furthermore, if nothing unexpected happened, Mr. Yang Hao, who is from Colombia, should have gone to Ursus at the invitation of the previous duke, right? When he talked about his first love, Therese remembered it very clearly; the Duke of Koschei he mentioned was an Ursian noblewoman...

Instead of one film after another—but he still married this film? And they were already on their honeymoon right away? If that Ursus noblewoman really wasn't Duke Koschei but someone else, she would definitely want to cry seeing this scene!

So... there's definitely something fucking wrong here. But Therese didn't intend to dig into it—because she knew that if she wanted more help, it would be better not to anger Duke Koschei and her husband, right?

And if I knew this secret... I might be able to exchange it for even more things, who knows?

Therese licked her lips, thinking how wonderful it would be to get more aid—and then again...

"...Margarita, Blood Demon... Hmm? How come someone who used to be connected with you is now in my army?"

She picked up another intelligence report, thinking to herself that she had actually discovered something truly remarkable.

...... ......

Meanwhile, aboard the Ursus military land-based ship that had already set sail for Kazimir.

Yang Hao noticed something odd about the room Koschke had arranged for him, no matter how he looked at it...

He theoretically occupies a private suite—which serves as both his office and bedroom. However, this private suite, which he theoretically has exclusive use, is actually...

"Hmm? Mr. Yang Hao? What, aren't you going to rest yet? If you keep this up, I'm going to get angry!"

"Ah, um, Hela, she..."

"Hela sleeps with Miss Karina, right? And she's very well-behaved. It's not Miss Theresa keeping her company, so we don't need to worry, okay?"

"Ah, um..."

But this was the place where Yang Hao and Sonia slept together. Perhaps this was due to the limited number of rooms on the landship? Since it wasn't possible to provide everyone with a private bedroom, it seemed better to simply let Yang Hao sleep with the girl he trusted most? Ah, um—you could let me sleep with Karina, or even with Sonia's mother? This...this...Koschei, are you planning to see your husband come home looking like a piece of dehydrated cured meat in a few months?

Miss Green, aren't you going to stop it? Sigh!

Yang Hao wiped the sweat from his face. He was still full of energy after his shower, feeling like he could work all night for a while longer—it wasn't because he was afraid of being completely immobilized by Sonia's mother, it wasn't because of that at all!

But the deep-sea hunter's clan mother's eyes were getting colder and more dangerous! So after thinking for two or three minutes, Yang Hao obediently lay down on the bed under the gaze of Sonia's mother, which had suddenly calmed down and become more doting, and then squeezed into the same quilt with her.

Well, it's quite cozy, but then again, why does the mattress sag downwards around Sonia's mom? Hmm, that's strange—Sonia's mom? Are you going to go on a diet?

"I always feel like my naughty child is thinking bad things about me?"

"No, no, I didn't..."

"Hmm? Really? Okay, be a good girl. You have to work tomorrow, so get some rest today."

Sonia's mother gently pulled Yang Hao into her arms. Her warm, moist breath, so close to his skin, sent strange sensations through Yang Hao's neck. His face flushed red, and he felt completely unable to move after lying down.

On her right was Sonia's ample bosom, and on her left were her hands, which were already tightly embracing her. Ah—I want to work, Sonia? Let me go to work—

"good."

With a hint of displeasure, she reached out and sighed at Yang Hao's restless forehead. Then, she forcefully turned her child around so that he was facing the wrong direction, and Sonia held Yang Hao's head to her chest, rendering him completely speechless.

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......

The morning of October 12th.

When Yang Hao awoke from his sweet dream, he found himself facing the deep cleavage that Sonia's mother's pajamas could not conceal.

The rich, milky scent wafting from there captivated Yang Hao, while the rhythmic thumping of heartbeats stirred a tingling sensation within him. Sonia's embrace was so tender; she didn't even mind Yang Hao resting his head on her arm so her naughty child could sleep soundly!

But more importantly—

"Good morning, my child—you shouldn't need to work yet, right?"

Her soft voice made Yang Hao realize that his gentle and doting matriarch had actually been awake for quite some time! He awkwardly glanced up at the clock on the wall, but before he could get a good look, Sonia hugged him tighter and smiled:

"It's only 6 a.m. now? Miss Karina and Miss Theresa probably won't arrive until after 8 a.m. Why don't you go back to sleep?"

"Um... this..."

"Be good. You've been very tired lately and need to rest."

"...Um."

...

Now that things have come to this point, what else can Yang Hao do?

So he comfortably closed his eyes, adjusted to a more comfortable sleeping position, and was then hugged closer to his chest by his mother, Sonia.

...8:00 AM sharp.

When Yang Hao got up for the second time, he found that Sonia's mother was also up.

After changing into her everyday clothes and leaning her menacing meat saw against the wall, she seemed to have just been to the officers' mess hall on the land-based ship. After eating and drinking her fill, she also brought Yang Hao a delicious breakfast for the morning.

“Mr. Yang Hao? Come and have breakfast after you’ve washed up. The soldiers are very excited about going to Kazimierz. And Mr. Bozokast asked me to thank you for promoting him.”

"Huh? Well... Bozocas has the ability to become an officer, so why shouldn't I do it? You know what I mean... But speaking of which, what about Theresa and the others?"

"They're having breakfast, and Hela is being very good, not causing any trouble—Mr. Yang Hao, you'd better get up quickly, or you'll miss your routine report."

"Ah, this is good, good, good..."

Yang Hao is getting up.

But perhaps it was because they were annoyed that Yang Hao was dawdling too slowly.

After Sonia laid out his steaming breakfast on the table, she turned and watched him awkwardly undress and change. She sighed helplessly. She thought to herself, "I know his length perfectly well, and he knows my depth perfectly well. Why is he still so shy now?"

What a naughty child! She sighed heavily, then strode over to Yang Hao and, amidst his screams, ripped off his pants and clothes. After observing the physiological reactions that every man experiences in the morning for a while, she realized why the naughty boy was shy. She gently touched the thing that was throbbing through his underwear and then helped Yang Hao change into new clothes—so that he could sit in her lap.

"Hurry up, Mr. Yang. Otherwise, no matter how much you beg, I won't give in." She whispered in Yang Hao's ear, buttoning up the last button of his shirt before patting his shoulder, signaling him to hurry up and eat breakfast. "And—if you don't hurry, when Ms. Koschei contacts you, Miss Green and Ms. Koschei will probably be angry, you know?"

"Oh, oh... but Sonia, um..."

"Let's talk about it tonight. Besides, there's no time to spare."

She grinned mischievously and reached behind to pat her naughty boy's erect spot again. Time was indeed running out—even if Sonia was confident she could finish in two or three minutes, the smell wouldn't dissipate in just an hour, would it?

So let's talk about it tonight?

She watched tenderly as he awkwardly sat down behind his desk, then, while eating breakfast, took out his communicator to prepare for his routine call.

......

8:10 AM.

As Kosice finished breakfast in her empty bedroom, clutching Green's doll and accompanied by her head maid, and prepared to listlessly go to her audience chambers for her work—she heard the ringing of her cell phone.

"Lord Kosiché, it's Lord Yang Hao."

"Oh? You've finally arrived."

The Duke of Kosice, who had been listless since her husband went on his business trip, suddenly perked up. Originally intending to leave, she sat down on the edge of her bed, holding the Green doll. After hugging Green to her shoulder, she took out her phone and placed it where they could both hear it.

Finally, she could hear her husband's voice! Koschitch thought to herself with a blissful smile, showing none of her "immortal black snake" demeanor, but rather like a noblewoman newly in love, appearing so innocent and adorable. Just as Koschitch was anticipating her husband's voice, she heard the sound of someone eating on the other end of the phone.

"'Chewing, chewing, chewing...' Hmm, Koschche? How are you doing over there?"

If it's not very substantial, it's just some everyday conversation. But that's exactly what Koschke needs—of course, only from her own husband.

"I just finished breakfast and am getting ready for work. It should be a few more days before you arrive, right?"

“'Chewing, chewing, chewing' Hmm, uh—yes. It'll still take a while... Ugh, why is the food on this landship so salty... Oh well. Koschke, Ms. Therese wants me to go to Kazdel after I've dealt with things in Kazimir. What do you think?”

"Um?!"

--Um?

What's going on? Why is it that right after my husband became a widower, you, Ms. Therese of Kazdel, are planning to invite him over?

Wait a minute?! What the hell are you trying to do?! Are you trying to steal my husband away before we even get married in my new body?!

In an instant, Kosichrie's inner alarm bells rang—and just as Kosichrie was pondering with a gloomy expression whether to exterminate Kazdel now to avoid her husband having to bear the title of "Kazdel's Prince Consort" in the future, Green, nestled in her arms, said something to her in the soul dimension, which made her pause for a moment.

Then, Kosiche sighed helplessly and said to his phone:

“No. After you finish things in Kazimierz, you have to come back immediately to have your wedding with my current body—and Green said that if you really can’t stand the food on the landship, you can wait until you get to Kazimierz.”

"Then I'll have to starve for now... How about we leave it at that? Hmm, I also need to take care of today's work later, which will be a good opportunity to research how to make a body... But speaking of which, Koschche—you're not really planning to have Monica prepare a nursery for Margarita, are you?"

"...hehe."

"Um, your smile is making me uneasy, could you—"

She hung up the phone. After all, she couldn't possibly say that to her husband—something about raising the little bat as a daughter...how could she possibly say that?!

It's not too late to talk about it if it's really confirmed.

"...Sigh. Lord Koschche, after stealing a man from an unweaned infant, are you really planning to adopt that poor child as a daughter? Isn't that a bit too much..."

Meanwhile, listening to the two masters' casual conversation, Head Maid Monica looked at her mistress with a wry smile: even she was just joking with Lord Yang Hao—she didn't think Lord Koschche was serious...

But now it seems like they're serious about this.

Ugh!

Head Maid Monica was silently praying for Margarita's future.

Meanwhile, after ending her routine phone call with Kosiché and enjoying an incredibly salty breakfast.

Yang Hao was looking at the work he needed to complete with a worried expression, realizing that the political matters in Kazimir were exceptionally difficult to handle.

Chapter 74

Yang Hao hadn't forgotten that he wasn't there for pleasure, but for a grand political purpose. Therefore, after breakfast and a conversation with his wife, he began his work. His task for the day was quite simple—to analyze the power structure of Qazimir and then find a way to abruptly dismantle that structure, composed of capitalists, war knights, and the Qazimir government, replacing it with a dictatorship or even an empire.

It's not that Yang Hao is unaware of the advantages of democracy, constitutional monarchy, parliamentary systems, or anything like that, or that he wants to regress—but he possesses the invincible Puppet Stage! With this powerful ability by his side, he knows the most suitable political system for him: a dictatorship or an empire where no one dares to contradict him. This is the easiest way, and it avoids the emergence of any truly significant, albeit impractical, enemies. More importantly... if Yang Hao were to die of old age someday, the empire he painstakingly built could be passed down to his children or heirs.

Therefore, he planned to restore Qazimir to an imperial system—and then, as he studied Qazimir's power structure, he discovered many strange, intractable problems that were easy to resolve by force, but difficult to resolve discreetly...

"Wow... now Kazimir is actually divided into two parts, with their national government sandwiched in the middle...?"

The separation of powers means that Kazimir's two major powers are now distributed among two different organizations.

Military and border control are held by a regular army known as the "Conquering Knights." These regular soldiers, whose minds may truly be filled only with muscle and combat skills, along with their ancient knightly families, control the de facto military power of the country of Kazimir. In other words, this is a major faction that Theresa must first crush, or at least half-crush, before she can become the Grand Duchess of Kazimir and bring under her control.

The rights to the economy, commerce, and people's livelihoods are monopolized by the capital companies of Kazimir—oh dear! Why you of all? Capital! Yang Hao really doesn't want to see these guys who dare to profit from national crises living a carefree life! Moreover, the capital companies of Kazimir are even more outrageous in some ways: at least even during the Ursus economic crisis, those capital companies only made money by selling at five times the price.

The capital companies here in Kazimir offer a tenfold return guarantee! A tenfold return guarantee! Their capital development is far superior to that of Ursus. They all need to be shut down, all of them need to be shut down—

Otherwise, Yang Hao was genuinely worried about whether Theresa would have any control over her territory after becoming Grand Duchess, really.

Then, sandwiched between these two power peaks is the current government of Kasimir—a parliament with a few hundred members, I think? In short, Yang Hao doesn't think Kasimir's parliament is efficient. If they were truly efficient, would they have needed to fight Colombia to this extent? Even if I secretly sent people to support them, they would still be losing everything.

"This is absolutely terrible... Seriously, capital, which has no concept of nationhood whatsoever, should be directly abolished by state-owned enterprises..."

"Ah—boss, you've started work?"

"Yes. Good morning, Karina, Theresa, and Hela—you should rest for a bit first."

"Hehehe. Then I'll accompany Hela on her travels first—oh! Ms. Sonia?!"

"You can't lead my good child astray, okay?"

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

"—Um? Ms. Sonia? Perhaps you could please let Miss Theresa go..."