My wife is an immortal black snake.

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He swallowed hard, and after making this difficult decision in his mind, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped all the sticky fluid off the Kuranta girl, whose face was flushed and whose eyes were glazed.

Thankfully, he didn't impulsively tear off the stockings and pencil skirt—otherwise, Yang Hao really wouldn't have been able to properly send Teresa back.

"In short, I will contact the spies over there tonight and have them prepare for your future return home."

While wiping the sticky substance off Theresa's body, Yang Hao sighed gently. He then tossed the dirty handkerchief, smeared with red stains, into the trash can in the reading room. After that, he helped Theresa put on her underwear and buttoned up her clothes.

"You'll need to be prepared to govern a country by then—although I will issue the detailed orders, you'd better take this time to learn about politics if possible...it would be best if you could be of help to me."

"...I'm the one who should be sacrificing..."

"Anyway, I'm used to it. There was a little bat that did the same thing before, and I got through it too, didn't I?"

Yang Hao lifted Theresa off the table and let her sit on his lap to recover her strength. Then, he began to think about the key points of the upcoming Casimir incident.

One of the key points is that he needs the help of the remnants of the Kazimierz army who still believe that Theresa's family will rise again.

The second key point is that he needs to open a supply route from Ursus to Kazimir.

There's not much to say about the former. Yang Hao believed that as long as the news spread that Theresa intended to become Grand Duchess, those remnants of the army would flock here like sharks smelling blood, completely subservient to Theresa. So there's really nothing to say. He just needed to provide equipment, offer some minor support, dress Theresa up beautifully, and send her to the position of Grand Duchess of Kazimierz. It was very simple—especially since he had calculated that he could definitely accumulate enough political points.

Of course, it's not just about political points—he designated Colombia as his arch-enemy tonight, which certainly gives him enough influence.

However, that's just the easiest part. The real difficulty lies in the second point: opening up the passage between Kazimir and Ursus.

Although Yang Hao genuinely disliked the current leadership of Kazimir and wished he could replace them with capitalists right now, simply because capitalism was more practical than feudalism—but how could he put it? Ursus had finally ended its biggest civil war, and now Ursus desperately needed to transform itself on the world diplomatic stage from a bloodthirsty, ferocious bear into a docile yet still ferocious polar bear, gaining a better diplomatic standing... Ursus couldn't declare war on Kazimir without a reason, nor could it expand outwards without a reason.

It needs to cultivate the land to repopulate the population, it needs to develop technology through farming, and it needs to change its name and evade taxes before the chaos and disorder cause trouble—so Yang Hao absolutely cannot allow the current Ursus to do anything hostile to Kazimir.

At least overt hostile acts are not allowed—but it doesn't say that if Kazimir attacks us first, we can't reasonably retaliate or force them to open the border, right?

"Phew... Boss... you're definitely thinking of something naughty again..."

"...Let's rest first, otherwise if your thing shows through your underwear when I carry you back later, I won't know how to explain it to Kosiché and the others..."

"Woo..."

Yang Hao's plan was to first have the Ursus border send civilian aid representatives to Kazimir—a whole group of civilian caravans with almost no protective armaments. The Kazimirians would surely accept them, and then deny that it was official Ursus aid. Do you agree?

However, during this process, Yang Hao could use his political points to briefly control a small squad of knights in Kazimir, ordering them to attack the caravan transporting aid supplies, which would then be exposed by the surveillance cameras above.

And then? The camera was damaged because of the knight's actions, so it's reasonable that it didn't capture the knights being killed by the Ursus soldiers, right? We need to fake it as an internal conflict or a beast attack... and we absolutely must retrieve that camera.

After it's retrieved, Yang Hao can then proceed with the operation.

"Ursus strongly condemns Qazimir's attack on our [official aid team to the Qazimir people] and for seizing the supplies inside, and even produced evidence... This would both sow discord between the Qazimir people and their government, and use this excuse to force the stubborn old guard of Qazimir to open the border, allowing our people to enter and deliver supplies, while also sending [humanitarian forces] to prevent Qazimir from collapsing too quickly, or even to push back with our help, thus bringing more influence to my lovely little pony...?"

"...Boss? Well...let's talk about it back home. It's not safe here...and not secure enough..."

"Huh? I was talking to myself again? Don't worry, I only talk to myself in front of people I trust. So my little pony, aren't you going to reciprocate my trust?"

"...My mouth tastes like your semen right now, are you sure?"

"...Forget it."

With evidence that the noble knights of Kazimir had attacked the Ursus civilian aid caravan, the Kazimirians had two choices: risk further damaging their international diplomacy by rejecting Ursus's offer again and being overthrown by their own people; or they would lower their proud heads and kneel on the ground, licking the floor.

Yang Hao hoped they would refuse outright, because that way, Teresa could become Grand Duchess immediately after arriving, saving a whole series of troublesome procedures.

But the latter was somewhat in line with his expectations. His use of political points to control the actions of the Kazimierz knights was only temporary. He needed a strong, discreet, and undetectable clandestine force to deal with the knights who had lost control, and preferably, they would be experienced...

The Serpent Scales probably can't beat the Knights—letting a group of assassins engage in head-on assassination is just too...unprofessional.

The Little Pony of Creed? That's not impossible... but Teresa is someone he dotes on now, and if possible, Yang Hao tries not to hurt his girl—she cares so much about her sister, so he'll pass.

It's definitely not because Yang Hao felt bad about having to pay more hush money to keep quiet, really.

So, the Templars?

Yang Hao pondered the massive weapons used by the Gauls and the scene of the Kazimierz knights being cleaved in two. He shook his head: Anyone with a sound mind knows that those corpses, neatly split in two, must have been killed in an attack. And since it wasn't a standard Kazimierz weapon, suspicion naturally falls on Ursus.

That won't do. We Ursus are pure, good people—we can't afford to be suspected, at least not until we've finished farming and have the power to crush you all.

So...who should I contact?

Since none of his own three clandestine units were suitable, Yang Hao finally thought of—

"His Majesty's Imperial Guards... well, we can only turn to them."

The Emperor's inner guards, the Emperor's sharpest blades—Yang Hao has never used these guys before, but according to Her Majesty Catherine, they are very strong.

Why not give it a try this time? It's free anyway, so it's a good opportunity to test its capabilities!

He had an idea in mind. Just then, Theresa seemed to have rested enough—although she still looked like she needed to hold onto the wall or Yang Hao's shoulder to walk, Yang Hao didn't intend to let her walk.

Amid Theresa's screams, Yang Hao muttered, "I've never even tried Koschei," as he hoisted Theresa onto his back. He planned to do this for the entire journey from the reading room to the car outside the library, barring any unforeseen circumstances, so Theresa's feeble struggles were futile.

She could only blush and accept her master's forceful affection, muttering to herself, "Please don't let the others who stayed behind see this." She could only close her eyes and bury her head in the sand like an ostrich.

... .....

After seeing Teresa back to her room to rest, it was already past 7 p.m.

Yang Hao was just about to go back for dinner, but before that, he planned out the matter of the caravan. And he was certain the emperor's blade should be with him at all times, so—

"—Inner Guard, come out for a moment."

He leaned against the back door of his car, head down, staring at the tiles on the floor. After a while, he saw a pair of black combat boots in front of him. He smirked, then, without looking up, assigned the guard a task:

"Tomorrow afternoon, a civilian humanitarian aid caravan from Ursus will be heading to Kazimierz with supplies—and at the same time, a squad of Kazimierz knights will attack our poor, unarmed merchants, captured on the cameras carried by the caravan."

"...Hiss...Huff. Your consciousness..."

“That squad of knights from Kazimierz will be temporarily under my control, but they will eventually come to their senses and try to take the blame—but that won’t do. How can a few knights take all the blame for the Kazimierz government? We’ll eliminate them then and bring back the cameras and the data inside. Remember to make the scene look like it was attacked by a powerful beast.”

"...yes."

The guards left. Yang Hao smiled, quite satisfied with these elites loyal to Ursus—he had also seen through their true nature through the puppet stage. A group of human weapons who had undergone human modification experiments?

Although that technology is not yet mature, it is sufficient for now.

With this thought in mind, Mr. Wang Jue, who finally displayed the demeanor befitting an immortal, returned home by carriage.

He was met with the icy gaze of Monica, the head maid, who appeared out of nowhere.

broken!

He sensed something was wrong, but before he could put on an awkward smile and explain—

"I think you should still have some stock tonight, sir, right?"

The maid's cold voice plunged him, already pale, into despair.

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That night.

"...Lord Yang Hao? Am I not trying hard enough? Or is your desire really that strong? Lord Koschche is already working hard on important matters, working hard for Miss Karina's sake—why was it that when I went to check on you, you were having relations with a pony?"

“Monica…”

Roles reversed.

Kosiché was still taking a shower in the bathroom.

Her loyal head maid, however, sat on the bed with a gloomy expression, looking with disgust at the man sitting on the floor, utterly humiliated, sweating profusely, and in the lowest position in the family—her master.

Monica originally regarded Mr. Yang Hao as her most beloved and respected master—but what she saw today was still too much for her to bear.

Lord Kosich is working hard.

Lord Yang Hao was doing *that* with his spymaster...

Lord Koschke is still unaware of what has happened and is focused on discussing important matters with the Lord after his bath.

Does Lord Yang Hao know what Lord Kosich is preparing?

And there was also the matter of the "deal" with His Majesty the Emperor before...

snort!

She looked at her male owner with disdain. That awful man... Indeed, the best way to prevent him from doing those things.

Just make sure he doesn't have the energy to focus on other girls.

With that thought in mind, Monica jumped off the bed. She slowly approached her master, who was sitting on the floor, trembling and utterly lacking the bearing of a duke or king. Finally, she took off her clothes, ready to take action immediately.

Seeing Monica's white stockings and white underwear after she took off her clothes, Yang Hao swallowed hard and moved his buttocks back in terror, only to find that there was a mirror behind him.

"Mo, Monica—"

"That's something I discovered recently. It seems I can make several mirrors appear wherever I want them to appear... Sigh, Lord Yang Hao? Please don't run away, after all, you're the one who made me like this."

"No, no, that's not it! Monica, you have to believe me! I, I didn't mean to—"

"Heh. Isn't catering to the maid's sexual desires also your duty as her master?"

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Yang Hao was suddenly relegated to the bottom position, his status reversed, with his loyal servant sitting on him.

He tried to cry out, but Monica, the head maid, silenced him with her tongue. He tried to move, but in the end, only his buttocks and waist could move.

And what's most devastating is that when Kosicé, wearing a loose bathrobe, came out of the bathroom after taking a shower and saw his husband being forced into a sexual act by his head maid in his own room—

"Huh? You guys continue, I'll talk about business after you're done."

The old black snake simply said this indifferently, seemingly unfazed. As she walked over to Yang Hao and Monica, she didn't forget to gently curl her tail around Yang Hao's sensitive area.

Yang Hao was in despair.

......

After another round of management and education from the head maid, Yang Hao felt as if the water radical in his name had disappeared.

He lay sprawled on the floor, feeling utterly exhausted. Then, with Monica's help, he shakily and with trembling legs and a weak back, he got up from the floor, staggered to his bedside, and collapsed onto it.

Kosichrie, who had been lying in bed reading, slightly raised her head, gently pulled her husband up with her tail, and said:

“Although you seem tired, darling, we still have some important things to discuss… Monica? Could you check on Hela after you get dressed? I'm a little worried that she might feel lonely sleeping alone lately… Should I let Sonia come and stay with us too?”

"Yes, sir. And Ms. Sonia is indeed trustworthy—but I think Lord Yang Hao might not be able to handle it?"

"Ok?"

“I’m referring to something else entirely.”

"Ah, I think the person next to me can't say a word right now, so I'll speak for him and say it doesn't matter—that's all."

And so—while Yang Hao lay on the bed, dazed and confused, Koschei meticulously arranged everything for him. After Monica dressed, tidied herself, and left, Koschei gently flicked her beloved husband's cheek with her tail, pulling him back from the abyss of despair. She looked at Yang Hao with concern and smiled:

"So, did you listen to what I just said?"

"...Huh?" He raised his head blankly, his consciousness still hazy. He seemed to see Miss Elegy in the House of Elegy giving him some kind of hint, saying something like, "You've been playing so wildly in the real world, I'll make you pay next time I come over."

He was a little scared.

"Hehe. Let's get straight to the point."

Unaware of what her husband was thinking, Koschke gently helped him into a sleeping position. Then, she began to chat with Mr. Yang Hao, who was gradually regaining his strength, about recent events.

She said that a lot had happened to Miss Karina. It was all so terrible that she had to deal with it as soon as possible—lest Karina become the next Duke Nikolai.

She also said that Miss Karina's behavior was related to Yang Hao.

"It's related to me... Ah? I remember... Ever since I told her I'd remember the names of every one of your heirs, she seems to have been paying a lot of attention to me..."

"Yes. She wants you to remember her more—though it might seem strange for me to ask this, honey, could you spend more time with Karina lately, until I find a way to help her settle down?"

"Ah... sure. But I think I also have a way to help her solve this problem?"

“I don’t care, but right now I only have Karina as my heir.”

"Understood..."

He sighed, and after weakly holding Kosicche in his arms, a sudden thought struck him—

If I make you a soulless doll, and then you transfer your spirit into the doll's body, is that feasible?

He nodded thoughtfully, then suddenly realized that this was a rare ethical issue: in terms of the puppeteer's social relationships, the puppets he made were indeed his children, right?

Then, if one's wife were to lean over one's child—even if it were a doll devoid of any self-awareness...

Will Kočić be my child, or my wife? Or perhaps, she will be both my child and my wife at the same time?

Yang Hao was driven to the brink of despair by this complex ethical relationship. However, he also made a mental note of it—after all, it might come in handy later.

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