My wife is an immortal black snake.

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Suddenly being mistaken for his father by a puppet, Yang Hao sadly thought that after being provoked, Koschche would probably never let him go again.

Chapter 69

The afternoon of the 27th.

When the Kosiché couple were having dinner together.

In their previously private space, which only Head Maid Monica could access, a small "living doll" had appeared.

This tiny living doll is named Hela. While she sees Yang Hao as her father, she harbors a certain degree of hostility towards Yang Hao's wife, Koschitch...

"dad--"

"...Haha...Um, little Hela, could you please not sit on Daddy's lap? Come eat over here, okay?"

"No! I don't want to leave my dad!"

Specifically, this is reflected in...

It was as if she was trying to prevent Koschche from getting close to Yang Hao, or perhaps she simply wanted to spend more time with her newly recognized "father"... Although Hela listened to Yang Hao, she would react particularly strongly when it came to her personal thoughts, especially when it came to the matter of her "leaving" Yang Hao.

She would refuse Yang Hao's orders, just like a real 12-year-old child... She would cry and fuss, and genuinely feel wronged when scolded. In short, when Yang Hao was with Hela, he truly felt she was a "child" rather than a "doll"...

On the other hand, it is precisely because he inexplicably has an extra living doll to be his child that Yang Hao feels he is facing an unprecedented crisis in his life.

My wife appeared calm, but the increasingly dangerous look in her eyes spoke volumes about the seriousness of the situation. And Monica? Monica—don't suddenly enter the mirror world and scare little Hela, okay? And speaking of which, the pressure on my shoulder is—

Yang Hao's hair stood on end. Not only did he sense Monica's activities in the mirror world, but Hela, who was sitting on his lap, also turned around abruptly, staring intently at the air behind Yang Hao's shoulder with her heterochromatic red and blue eyes.

"...Sir, Miss Hela seems to sense my location," Monica from the mirror world whispered in Yang Hao's ear. Her voice wasn't loud, but it was clear enough for everyone except Hela to hear her. "So...this is truly a special child, isn't she? A perfect match for you, isn't she?"

"..."

Kosic's face was contorted in a grimace, while Yang Hao, sweating profusely, touched Hela's forehead and forced a dry laugh, saying, "This Monica isn't a bad person..."

Hela simply nodded silently. Then, after eating the food Monica had prepared, she opened her mouth and said in a clear, childlike voice:

"Is he/she Dad's friend?"

"...You can understand it as—" Yang Hao opened his mouth, but found that his relationship with Monica was unusually difficult to describe.

Oh well, as long as he tells the truth.

"She's one of the people Dad trusts the most."

"Good~"

Why was Yang Hao's attitude towards Monica so much better than his attitude towards Koschche? Yang Hao thought and thought, but couldn't figure it out... So, after finishing the most unsettling dinner ever, Yang Hao, in desperation, asked Monica to take Hela out to familiarize herself with the situation... and also planned to worry about what to do with Koschche.

Hela was initially reluctant.

But when Yang Hao's father promised to bring her delicious desserts when she returned—

The little girl walked up to Monica on her own initiative and then said something innocent and naive to the smiling Monica:

"Aunt Monica, let's go!"

...

It's Aunt Monica.

Seeing Monica's face instantly turn pale and become very ugly, even doubting herself, Yang Hao and Koschke exchanged a glance, then blinked dryly as they watched them leave.

moment.

“I don’t think Monica is that old, is she? For Ursus people, she’s still a teenager,” Yang Hao muttered, pulling his wife onto his lap, sounding puzzled. “And Monica really does look like a teenager, doesn’t she? If we’re talking about the oldest person around here, she’s probably—”

"...uh-huh?"

“Aa ...

Sitting in Yang Hao's lap, Kosichrie rolled her eyes, then used her tail to reach into his pants and grab his penis. She sighed.

"In short, what are you going to do about Miss Hela's situation? Or is it about your puppet stage...?"

"...Yes, there were indeed corresponding prompts on my puppet stage...and speaking of which, Koschke...we do need her."

"Sigh, I understand. But how should I put it? Don't you consider how long we've been married?" She frowned, letting Yang Hao soothe her with his large hand.

"Um...it's been half a year?"

"No. But then again, it's really strange that you suddenly have a child. Sigh, I never thought I wouldn't be the first person to have a child with you?" Her words already revealed a dangerous undertone.

"Haha... Um, Koschche, this might be the 'baby bird effect'... you know, newly hatched birds tend to mistake the first thing they see for their parents? So, so..."

"I don't care how you explain it, right now, immediately, I want it." Her tail gripped Yang Hao's penis, pulling and tugging at it while turning her body around. She forcefully pressed down on Yang Hao's shoulders with both hands, then applied some pressure.

"Ow—"

Before Yang Hao could even put up a fight, he was forced onto the bed by Koschche in despair. He thought to himself in despair, "It would have been better if Monica had stayed here! At least for the sake of the child, no matter how agitated they were, they wouldn't have stopped there, right?"

But now it's too late, too late!

He closed his eyes in despair, letting his wife undress him while muttering things like, "If this body doesn't work, I refuse to believe the next one won't either."

......

He fell completely silent as the large bed creaked and groaned.

Meanwhile, while the Kosiché couple were doing their business, Monica, who was being led by Yang Hao to tour the Duke's mansion, suddenly realized something:

If His Majesty the Emperor were to discover Hela's existence... well, the Lord might really be doomed.

"Aunt Monica—?"

"Oh, I'm not an auntie, I'm still very young, can you call me sister?"

The stern and elegant head maid looked at the child she was holding by the hand with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. Even when going out for a walk, Hela always carried her scythe, making her look especially dangerous.

Chapter 70, Part 3

After the changes brought about by Hela, Yang Hao could say that his legs were no longer numb and his back was no longer sore, because he really had no more blood. It wasn't until 9 a.m. on July 28 that he was able to barely get out of bed. After eating breakfast with trembling hands, he went to the audience hall to accompany Kosicche on his work.

In that brief moment, Hela returned, initially surprised and angry at Yang Hao's physical condition. Only after Yang Hao's earnest persuasion did she understand that it was simply an accident during a game between Aunt Koschei and her father. Even so, Hela's impression of the scythe-wearing Koschei, after carefully putting it away, dropped once again.

The only result was that Hela stayed with Yang Hao while he slept last night. While the Duke of Koschke, having eaten and drunk his fill, seemed indifferent to the "protective" measures taken against the living doll, honestly, the thought of sharing a bed with her husband while watching his chest being occupied by a small child...

This was still too much for the immortal's nerves... so—

"Honey, I think we might need a children's room."

"A children's room? You mean, Hela's private room?"

"Yes. A room of her own—though not as big as our palace, it'll be fully equipped, so she'll realize our care, won't she?"

"Oh... okay then, I'll talk to her at noon and then take her to see it."

How sinister the immortal black serpent's intentions are! If Hela is given a room of her own in name only, then surely she won't continue to possess her husband under the pretext of "I don't have a room, so I have to sleep with my father," right?

This immortal being, with her ugly and treacherous heart, would use anything to possess her husband in her own room! However, she may have overestimated Hela's pride; Hela's understanding of the world is currently like a blank sheet of paper...

It's just an infant with the intelligence and body of a 12-year-old.

so...

Not long after, that very night, Koschitch regretted it—because now that they had a room, Hela actually wanted to drag Yang Hao's father to sleep in her own room. Now, Koschitch had dug a hole for herself with her every move, a huge hole, a hole that... might even prevent her husband from sleeping in his own room while staying at home.

Fortunately, Yang Hao's heart ultimately remained firmly on her side. She watched with satisfaction as her husband, with the guidance that "a good child should at least learn to sleep alone," led the innocent Hela, as blank as a sheet of paper, back to her room to sleep. Then, she and her maid embraced her beloved husband contentedly. And indeed, nothing happened that night—except for the creaking of the bed.

Koschei wondered if she should look into the possibility of trying to conceive. But considering that Miss Green's body would soon be replaced by Miss Karina's, she decided it would be better to be more restrained for the time being.

If we disregard the fact that she had planned this for a long time, it is indeed a good thing.

Then, the date arrived at July 29th. On this day, after having the already experienced head maid Monica continue to familiarize little Hela with the Duke's mansion and introduce her to the core personnel, Yang Hao and Kosichrie received Kazdel's distinguished guests in the audience hall. They told them that they had agreed to the detailed [investment] plan, but the [mercenaries] aspect still needed further discussion.

"So, how do you plan to make the changes?"

With her major concern resolved and her anxious heart finally at peace, Therese was happy to have finally found a new way out, but she also pondered how things would unfold next.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Kazdel should be more aligned with Ursus because of this investment. But Therese isn't the kind of person who doesn't understand the bigger picture—if Ursus's help can help them quickly develop from an impoverished country into a region with a corporate structure, then what's wrong with giving them more?

At least compared to being oppressed by the surrounding countries forever, a little bit of flattery has its value.

“It’s simple. We need more Sarkaz mercenaries, increasing the number from 7 to 1—and we require them to reach the Duchy of Kosichä within ten days, at least to the border of the Duchy of Kosichä. In return, we will provide more resources and goods for trade. What do you think?”

"...a reasonable request."

"At the same time, although we do not restrict where you set up your company, it will be easier for us to provide support if you establish it in our territory. Of course, the decision is yours, and you have a lot of time to consider it, but I suggest you hurry up."

"I'll consider it. So, how about we proceed with the employment contract now?"

"can."

Therese was somewhat surprised—she had originally thought Duke Kosiché would make more demanding requests in exchange for their support, but now it seemed to be just a reasonable deal? And in Therese's understanding, this deal was really worthwhile... After all, while 1 Sarkaz mercenaries would be a sufficient force in Kazdel, they couldn't participate in events outside of war in Kazdel.

If they can earn extra money for Kazdel by doing things other than robbing Laterano caravans, that's naturally a good thing. Besides, they're the hired hands, so they don't have to pay a cent for supplies—it's a bargain, an absolute steal!

On another note, the Duke of Kosiché seemed to be suppressing some kind of frustration, while the Duke Yang Hao, who had been chatting with me quite pleasantly, looked weak...

What exactly happened? Therese certainly knew about matters between men and women, but she couldn't fathom how ordinary matters between men and women could cause these two dukes to change their expressions so drastically in the past two days.

What happened?

Although curious, Therese didn't ask any further questions. She simply stated that she needed to contact her home country immediately before leaving.

And that was after Tracy left with her confidants.

Yang Haocai turned around wearily and asked Kosic:

"So we've done everything we could? Except for Hela's matter..."

"That is indeed the case at present."

"So, is His Majesty the Emperor still stuck over there?"

"She was very efficient. After crushing most of the corpses with the Saint-Germain Fortress, she left a small army to clear the local undead before rushing on. Other imperial troops were also on their way to join her—but none of them could support us in resisting Duke Nikolai's attack. After all, they were too far away."

"Alright then... what about Mr. Bozocasti—"

"His Majesty the Emperor told me via an expensive communicator that he would lend it to us for the time being. Well, it's just as well. He can be put in charge of the Sarkaz mercenaries when they arrive. Although he's only a captain, as a Wendigo, he should be quite familiar with the Sarkaz's fighting style, right? He should be."

Kosichrie rubbed her husband's hand as she answered, saying that the fighting style of the Ursus regular army was quite different from that of the Sarkaz mercenaries of Kazdel, but there was no Sarkaz commander in their territory, so they could only wait and see if Mr. Bozokasti could temporarily take over command.

After all, Bozokasti was a Wendigo who had served in the military for many years. Although the art of command in the Ursus army might have made this Wendigo senile and forget how to command the soldiers of his hometown—having some experience was better than having none at all.

Yang Hao thought about it and it seemed to make sense. So after chatting briefly with Kosiché about what to do next, he said:

"The Serpent Scales are already preparing to infiltrate Qazimir. If nothing unexpected happens, towards the end of the civil war, I will also send the Creed ponies to infiltrate their homeland—they are Qazimirians themselves, and should be able to secure considerable benefits for us. Incidentally, it will also convince the people of Qazimir that as long as Ursus intervenes in that war..."

"They'll be alright, won't they?"

"That's right, as expected of my wife! It's just that these long-term benefits might take... decades to materialize. Sigh... but before that, we need to make sure the civil war ends as soon as possible."

"We've done everything we can regarding the civil war. The rest is about your [children]."

"Oh, please don't bother me... Sigh, I'll take a look at it at noon today, okay?"

"Ah."

They chatted briefly about what was to come. Things like, "Lady Sonia's R'lyeh will soon be officially engaged in battle," and "Kos village withstood the first wave of attacks; the defenses were indeed quite effective, and the Deepsea Hunters did indeed help him gather the materials necessary for his ascension." They talked about many things, and just as they were about to return to their palace for dinner and some time alone, Monica returned with Hela.

As soon as Hela returned, she let go of Monica's hand and skipped over to sit in her father's lap. Although she was still very dissatisfied with Koschei, her childlike nature quickly made this adorable living doll forget everything Koschei had done. It seems that soon she will see Koschei as just an "ordinary auntie," right?

Although it's unclear whether Koschei is satisfied with this, Yang Hao is at least very satisfied... After all, to be honest, it's better for Hela to treat Koschei as a stranger than as an enemy, isn't it?

"dad--!"

"Okay, okay, I'm right here... Monica, how was your day?" Yang Hao gently rubbed Hela's forehead. Although he was initially confused about Hela's existence... over this period of time, he unexpectedly discovered that he really seemed to want a child to join their family.

I don't know why, but Kosiché seems a little unhappy about this, and even a little jealous? Oh, Kosiché, you're an immortal being over a thousand years old, do you really need to be jealous of a child?

You're old enough to be my great-great ...

Yang Hao shuddered at the thought of Koschitch possibly acting like a child and whining to him in the future—

......

......

It seems, not bad?

"Today is peaceful as usual. But, sir, the refugee crisis is coming soon."