My wife is an immortal black snake.

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...And as the listener to his love history, the head maid Monica, who was standing behind Yang Hao with a glass of chilled wine, had an extremely serious expression on her face: Good heavens, the person that Lord Yang Hao sent the letter to was not only his friend, but also the woman he once pursued, a Sarkaz Blood Demon with whom he had a mutual affection that still sounds quite ambiguous now.

Is this really as worthy of Lord Yang Hao? Back when he was working in Lord Kosiché's duchy, he was constantly thinking about those Kuranta people, which was understandable, since they were just Kuranta. If Lord Yang Hao really had a need, it wouldn't be impossible for Lord Kosiché to order Serpent Scales to capture one... But now? In just one night, how come you've shifted your focus from the Kuranta people to the Sarkaz Blood Demons? This is truly—

'Sigh...I really want to go visit that brothel—'

Just as Head Maid Monica was brainstorming, Yang Hao's unexpected remark made her eyebrows jump up sharply.

She silently took a step forward, leaned forward, and looked down at Lord Yang Hao at an angle—after confirming that he was just as often [accidentally talking to himself about what he was thinking], the head maid Monica retracted her previous statement.

This man not only intends to resurrect the Sarkaz Blood Demon, but his twisted nature also remains deeply interested in the Kuranta people.

My lord, you already have Lord Kosiché, and you can even summon maids whenever you want, are you still not satisfied?

This is really... really... I don't know how to put it. I need to talk to Lord Koschche.

Monica silently decided what she would do next. Of course, even though she thought that way, she still had to carry out Yang Hao's orders as usual.

“Well then, I’ll take my leave,” she said. “I’ll have the messenger make preparations—but what are your thoughts on things like the blood-drawing machine?”

"A test tube?" Yang Hao blinked, snapping out of his daze.

"I understand."

Turning away from the bathroom, Monica, the head maid, wore a helpless expression where Yang Hao couldn't see: "You actually need me to advise you on rekindling a relationship with your ex... that's really strange..."

Yang Hao, however, was completely unaware of Monica's thoughts.

He was still happily taking a bath, imagining what kind of expression Margarita would have when she received the gift he sent.

... .....

11:20pm.

When Yang Hao came out of the bathroom, Kosiché was already sitting on the edge of the double bed in the bedroom, reading a book as usual to prepare for tomorrow's work.

A mischievous thought crossed Yang Hao's mind. He tiptoed to Koschitch, who was engrossed in reading, and then reached out and slipped his hand under her armpit—

"...My husband...I was wondering if you were sneaking over here intending to pounce on me and get me into bed?"

Kosichelle sighed helplessly. When she realized that Yang Hao was only doing this to lift her petite body up and put her on his lap, her helplessness deepened.

After all, she had prepared herself to be pampered and loved by her husband on the bed... and this is what happened?

"But Kosichek, you've been working so hard for so long, you must be quite tired at night and don't really want to do those things, right?" Faced with his wife's helplessness, Yang Hao just chuckled a few times, without revealing the real reason: "My back has actually been almost giving way these past few days."

Yang Hao felt he could now understand why Jack had to take time off work due to back pain after their marriage. He and Koschie were still on their honeymoon, and her demands were driving him crazy... If this continued, he'd probably have to stay in bed for months because of his back injury.

He doesn't want that, so with his busy work schedule lately, he should probably be a little more restrained.

With this in mind, Yang Hao rubbed his wife's shoulders, giving her his own rather clumsy shoulder massage.

“By the way, Koschche—actually, there’s a question I haven’t asked you yet.” While massaging her, Yang Hao decided to get down to business. “What are your thoughts on infected people?”

"Infected person?"

“Yes, infected.” Yang Hao nodded, then reached down and touched his wife’s chest—her body was petite, and even her fuller figure was much smaller. Compared to the previous noblewoman, she now looked like a young girl. “Your opinion on the infected will determine how I arrange them—how I place them in the Duchy of Koschche.”

“…I see.”

She turned around, blinked, and smiled charmingly.

“They are also the people of Ursus, and I love them—but not just them.”

Kosichrie recounted her thoughts, her love for Ursus, a love that was equal regardless of one's social status.

"I love those soldiers, those who fought for this country, those who shed their blood on the battlefield, no matter who they considered their enemy, I love them all."

Her tail swished and finally clung to Yang Hao's hand, guiding him to loosen his arms that were wrapped around her.

"Those bloated, wealthy officials who mock the ordinary citizens who make sacrifices and give their all—I love them too. My love for them will not diminish in the slightest because of what they do. Because love is the same, it is equal, it is universal."

After Yang Hao let go, she adjusted her position, finally facing Yang Hao, and smiled as she reached out to stroke his chin, neck, and cheek.

"Naturally, I also love those infected with Oripathy who refuse to give up, those who give up on themselves, and those who are not infected but fight for the infected. Their pursuit of the meaning of life is at least a million times better than those idle good-for-nothings."

Kosichrie pushed her husband onto the bed. She knew he wouldn't resist, and she needed to show him how she felt.

"But that doesn't mean I don't love those worthless people... I love everyone in Ursus, whether they are strong or weak, kind or tyrannical, temperate or greedy. To Ursus, all life is equal, we are all its grains of sand, and I love them all. Not because of their origins, not because of their deeds, not because of their status, not because of their character."

She took off her clothes. Ever since they got married, she would change into this loose, easy-to-remove nightgown every time she returned to her palace. He liked it very much, and she liked it very much too.

“I love everyone on this land, and I have for thousands of years.”

“I understand.” She nodded and smiled when she heard her husband say that. “Then, am I also part of your love?”

"No, you are not one of those mentioned above."

Kosichello smiled and denied it in front of his surprised expression.

“My husband… my love for you is special, unique… you belong only to me, you are my eternal partner, and naturally, I admit that I cannot see you with fair, ordinary, equal love—so I admit that my love for you will always be special.”

You will be my husband forever, and the people of Ursus will always be the people of Ursus. These are different.

She smiled seductively as she straddled her husband's waist, but she was still not satisfied.

She wanted to hold him tightly. Intertwined and inseparable, like a pair of pythons mating.

He belongs only to her. Not even the emperor of Ursus could.

Perhaps the immortal black snake doesn't yet fully understand her husband, but that doesn't matter.

She was certain that she would have decades, centuries, or even millennia to get to know her husband.

Come and learn about her immortal partner.

"you belong With Me."

She kissed him. She didn't want to think about work today; she just wanted to be with her husband, at least tonight, their souls and bodies would not be separated.

Chapter 89

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3 month 5 day.

When Yang Hao woke up from his sweet dream, he found Kosiché still sleeping beside him.

He blinked, and after confirming several times that the clock on the wall had pointed to 9 a.m., he realized that today might be Kosiché's day off, which was why she hadn't gotten up early to go to work.

"...Um."

So Yang Hao didn't intend to make a big fuss or disturb her after getting up. He simply tiptoed out of bed and dressed himself as quietly as possible.

Just as he was looking down to check if his clothes were in place—he felt two hands wrap around his waist from behind. Looking up at the mirror, he saw Koschche, naked, standing behind him and hugging him.

“My dear husband, it’s your day off today, do you really want to go to work?”

"Oh, you're awake..."

Yang Hao gave a bitter smile: he had already felt his kidneys were a bit weak last night. This morning, when he woke up, a wave of weakness in his lower back almost made him want to stay asleep... but he couldn't. If he didn't go to work for a day, the progress of the national policy wouldn't increase, so he had to go to work—

Yang Hao explained his thoughts to Koschich. After understanding that Yang Hao's recent work definitely required his presence on-site, Koschich did not intend to stop him from continuing his efforts.

She simply told her husband not to overwork himself before he carried her back to bed to rest. Shortly after he finished his final preparations and left the palace, Koschche snapped his fingers, signaling that Monica could enter.

"Lord Koschche." Head Maid Monica entered and bowed respectfully to Lord Koschche, who was lying on the bed covered only by a thin blanket and barely clothed. "I must remind you..."

"About that Sarkaz Blood Demon lady?"

“Yes,” Monica nodded. “Lord Yang Hao instructed me yesterday to have the messenger prepare to deliver the message…”

“Then let him deliver it. I don’t care about my husband’s interactions with his former friends.”

"...But--"

“I know that Miss Margarita was once my husband’s love interest.” Kosicher shook his head. “But I know even more clearly—if Miss Margarita really had the ability to make my husband have fantasies about her again, she would have done so long before he came to Ursus.”

"...So, Miss Margarita doesn't need to be a concern, right?"

"Hehe. Monica, would you really worry about a pack animal taking away your position as head maid? Of course not. That's how I see Miss Margarita too."

"I understand."

Since Lord Kosicheck has said so, then I don't need to worry about this matter anymore.

Thinking of this, Head Maid Monica began to help Lord Koschche change. After staring at the sheets, which were soaked in several places from last night's fierce battle, for a while, Monica suddenly remembered something.

"And, regarding the question of the Gauls—"

“My husband will handle everything.”

“Then, what about that Kazimir brothel? If I remember correctly, Lord Kosiché, you only marked that brothel as a Kazimir spy operation two months ago. A possible spy operation.” Monica changed the subject, turning to the brothel.

The Kazimir brothel located in the residential area had been identified by Kosichrie as a potential spy operation two months prior. However, her serpent scales found no evidence there—aside from the fact that the Kuranta people, who appeared to be former knights of war, were indeed engaged in this lowly work, the only noteworthy thing was that their fees were significantly lower than those of other brothels.

The spies searched the entire brothel but found no possible secret passages, hidden doors, or concealed meeting places. They even searched the sewers, but found no trace of the spies. However, considering the bizarre timing of the brothel's opening, Koschche did not dismiss the possibility that it was a spy operation.

...And now, her husband is still obsessed with the Kurantas? This really gave Kosichrie a headache: after all, what's so great about the Kurantas? Does her husband simply like the Kurantas' ears and tails?

However, for various reasons, she cannot replace the Kuranta body. On one hand, she cannot find a suitable Kuranta successor; on the other hand, the main races of the Kosichean Duchy are currently Ursus, Felin, and Falcon... Finding a Kuranta among these three main races as the successor to her consciousness? That would trigger internal strife and only worsen the current situation of the Duchy.

So no matter how you look at it, Kosiché would never choose a Kuranta as her next body. But her husband...

...

Under Monica's knowing look, Koschich covered his forehead in exasperation. He didn't know what to say about his husband's peculiar fetish—if he simply enjoyed torturing the Kurantas, then everything would be fine. But based on Koschich's own experience and observations, he wasn't the type to be habitually sadistic...

Oh dear, as expected, the only option is to have the maids "help" teach them a lesson? Just as Koschche was looking at Monica, Monica suddenly said that Lord Yang Hao probably had no feelings for them—at least not for her.

"When Lord Yang Hao is under too much pressure, he will unconsciously mutter what he is thinking about when he is alone."

"Ok?"

“Simply put, in the bathroom, he sometimes talks to himself, saying what he’s thinking. Lord Yang Hao has talked to himself about some of his policy plans, and also about his feelings for the Kuranta people, but so far, he hasn’t mentioned anything about the maids or me,” Monica explained, though her explanation sounded a bit strange… “Therefore, I don’t recommend that you, Lord Koschche, have the maids ‘educate’ Lord Yang Hao. It might only have the opposite effect.”

"...In that case, what do you think would be the best course of action?"

"...It's better to guide than to block. Let Lord Yang Hao go there and have his fun."

Humans are compromise creatures.

Even now, after Lord Kosiché expressed that he "didn't care," Monica still holds this view:

That is, rather than letting Lord Yang Hao actually stand in that less than 1% chance of rekindling his old flame, it would be better to let him actually go to the brothel in Kazimierz and experience it for himself.

That way, perhaps after he gets tired of it, he'll remember how good Lord Kosiché was—but such a thing requires Lord Kosiché's permission. And now, Monica is anxiously awaiting Lord Kosiché's reply, who is deep in thought.

After a while.

After being dressed in civilian clothes with her help, Lord Kosiché revealed a gloomy smile:

"Yes, of course you can—but I've also told him that if he dares to go even once, he'll have to learn a lesson when he comes back that night."

"...Lord Kosiché, please... exercise some restraint."

"Of course I'm very restrained, after all, my husband hasn't achieved immortality yet—but Monica, you know my husband is a man who values ​​relationships. If you had the chance to live forever and serve our family, would you be willing?"

“…I…I’m not quite sure.” Monica shook her head, somewhat bewildered. “Because I have no desire for immortality…Although I hope to serve you for as long as possible, but…”

"That doesn't mean you'd want to live forever when you have nothing to do, right?"

"...Yes."

“Heh... my loyal maid.” Kosichee shook his head, slowly rising from the bed to stand on the floor. “I respect your wishes. But while I seek the way to immortality for my husband, I also hope to make his transition from a short-lived being to an immortal one as smooth as possible—a maid who has served him since he was a short-lived being would be the best transitional person.”

"...If it's necessary, then I don't mind."

“Your wishes are important. My husband is not the kind of man who would force others to serve him. Go ahead and take care of my husband—I will give you a lot of time to consider. You can tell me your thoughts at any time.”

...After saying that, Koschke let Monica leave. She just wanted to rest as much as possible on her day off; her recent work had completely drained her energy.

... .....

Meanwhile, while Kosicie was resting, Yang Hao was idly searching for the messenger in the corridor.

And embarrassingly, he got lost in his own house... He searched and searched but couldn't find where the messenger was waiting, so after wandering around in circles he himself didn't know where it led, he decided to just sit on the bench and wait for Monica to come find him.

This is still a residential area, so it should be easy for Monica to find him.

"Phew, nothing to do. Might as well check on the work first," Yang Hao muttered to himself. "Then, after I've dealt with the mail delivery, have breakfast... it seems like all I can do is go find that Mr. Joseph? Then, on the way, see who can get on the list, and finally, figure out what kind of test to give those Gauls again?"

It seems that this is all he can do. With the administrative center still under reform, even if he wanted to address people's livelihood and economic issues, he would be powerless to do so, let alone anything else.

With this in mind, Yang Hao used his [Puppet Stage] ability. After confirming that the reform of the administrative center had progressed by one day and that he still needed to wait 89 days, he began idly searching for something he liked on the various national policy trees.

As it turned out, he had completely forgotten about it until he looked for it, and then he suddenly remembered—where is my research slot?

"If I remember correctly, I now have a duchy, so I should have a research slot available, right? But I can't find it anywhere."