My wife is an immortal black snake.

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"...I find this difficult to answer."

After all, that's a really hard question to answer.

Yang Hao was unsure what Koschie would think of the heir whose body he had taken over... She had said that if her heir was "unwilling" to do something, then she couldn't do certain things either—but in other words, this meant that if the heir had an impulse to do something, then Koschie had the choice to do it or not.

For example, if a successor has a strong need for happiness, Koschei will indeed follow her idea of ​​happiness—but is that really the happiness the successor wants?

Yang Hao had no idea what Miss Green, who provided his body, was thinking while he and Kosiché were living a happy and joyful life together.

Miss Green and Koschke are clearly two individuals, but Miss Green completely believes in Koschke's ideas while also having her body taken over by him—under these circumstances, Yang Hao cannot give a direct and simple answer.

He needs time to think it over.

"In fact, if you have an answer right away, I'll doubt whether this is what you've been rehearsing."

"So it is indeed difficult for me to answer... After all, you know. I love Koschich... Just like now, I love Koschich, not Miss Green's body."

Hearing this, Karina seemed somewhat surprised for some reason. She looked up at Yang Hao, focusing intently on his eyes. Finally, she relaxed and revealed a faint smile:

"I understand. But you actually remembered her name?"

“...At least I can’t let her die with only the words ‘Duke Koschei’ on her tombstone, and no one even remembering her own name.” Yang Hao answered truthfully, revealing his inner thoughts—he loved Koschei, and this did not conflict with his desire to remember the names of the original owners of each of Koschei’s bodies. “At least as Koschei’s husband...I have an obligation to remember them all—at least since I came here.”

"...Just as Lord Kosicheck said, you are a strange person."

"If I weren't surprised, I wouldn't have come all the way from Columbia to Ursus to find a duke for a blind date, would I?"

"Hehe. That's true."

Karina smiled slightly, the noble Ursus noblewoman rising from the bench to look at Yang Hao. Her azure eyes remained fixed on him for a moment—

"...Mr. Yang Hao, can you remember my name?"

She made her request to Yang Hao in a cold yet clear voice.

"I can't make that guarantee just to you, Miss Karina. I need to guarantee it to everyone."

Yang Hao smiled and gave his answer.

Miss Karina simply smiled. She gave a soft reply... and then turned and left without looking back. Just like the first time she abruptly invited Yang Hao to chat, her invitation was direct, and her departure was equally direct. In the end, Yang Hao wasn't sure if his conversation with her had made her feel relaxed, but judging from the smile on her face—it should be fine, right?

He shook his head, silently memorizing Miss Karina's name in his heart—Karina, Karina. At least he would fulfill the people's dream of making Ursus strong.

...

He sat leisurely on the bench, planning to go back and talk to Kosiché about the upcoming work in a while, and also ask about the situation on His Majesty the Emperor's side.

Where he couldn't see, Miss Karina, having left the courtyard, stood with her back against the wall of the corridor.

"...At least our names will be remembered...?"

She murmured to herself, looking up at the ceiling of the corridor. She had been prepared from the start; she knew that, as the successors of Lord Koschche, their names might eventually disappear from the annals of history, vanishing without a trace.

In the end, every once independent individual will be crowned with the title of "Duke of Kosichear"... Karina is prepared for this. She doesn't mind, if it makes her homeland of Ursus stronger...

She froze her heart into steel, because as long as she saw herself as Koschche's puppet from the beginning, as long as she refused to acknowledge her own existence from the start, then whatever happened next could be accepted calmly—as long as her motherland could be strong and great, and her ideals could be achieved, that would be enough.

Karina held onto this mindset for a very, very long time... From being chosen as Lord Koschche's successor to now being the official successor—she persevered for a long time. She originally thought that no one could shake her resolve, but...

Why would Lord Koschke, the person closest to him...who should be the most indifferent and heartless...why would you be willing to remember all of our names? To remember the names of people who are as insignificant as dust to your future life?

To be honest, Karina still can't understand it...

but.

She was very happy.

Her heart, frozen as steel, is melting.

Chapter Six

At 7 p.m. on September 1st.

As Yang Hao figured it was time for dinner, he got up from the bench in the courtyard, stretched, and headed straight for his bedroom to eat. Along the way, he saw many workers moving furniture.

They were moving furniture that seemed excessively luxurious for the current Duchy of Kosiché, and they appeared to be moving it to an empty, large room not far from their own and Kosiché's bedroom... What was going on?

Yang Hao curiously observed their work. When he noticed that the labels on the luxury furniture all had the Saint-Germain logo and were all royal furniture, he suddenly realized: So these are luxury furniture pieces that were moved from Saint-Germain!

'I definitely need to go and enjoy it sometime soon—ah, the capital is the capital, the royal sofas there are so comfortable you could practically die of old age lounging on them… It's just a shame Sonia's mom can't enjoy them. Or maybe I should order her some nice things later? Like something with a hometown vibe—wait, did I forget something important?'

As Yang Hao muttered to himself, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten to have the deep-sea hunters in the increasingly prosperous Kos village bring back the [String] and the important seafood. He slapped his forehead, and after quickly arranging work for Ms. Rabbi there, the pressure from this almost forgotten matter finally disappeared without a trace.

He stood contentedly in the corridor, hands on his hips, observing the workers at work. To avoid disturbing them, he took a detour home. But then again, why would he want to bring the royal furniture from Saint-Germain-des-Prés into his home?

And even if we're moving, why move to an empty room?

He blinked, completely baffled. After all, in his memory, even if Her Majesty the Emperor's Saint-Germain Castle was only temporarily set up for a few days, she herself should have been sleeping in the Saint-Germain Castle Palace, right?

She can't just say she brought the Saint-Germain Castle with her and then come to sleep at our house, can she? Although my house is indeed very big, and you can take a nap anytime you're tired from work—this is inappropriate, this is really inappropriate!

So it can't be what I'm thinking, right? Hmm? Hmm...

Yang Hao suddenly shivered for some reason... and just as he was muttering that this might be his imagination, and was planning to visit the House of Elegy after dinner to have a good chat with Miss Elegy—

【event】

An event popped up.

He paused for a moment, then watched as the pop-up event slowly rotated a circle before finally displaying its content, word by word:

Inhumane weapons and your friends:

Colombia used inhumane weapons in this war.

These inhumane weapons from Lord K's private warehouse are extremely lethal to soldiers and civilians. If possible, you might consider getting your hands on them.

By the way, your good buddy Jack's hometown is Casimir—although he had to flee to Columbia to escape his wife in his early years, he is indeed a true Casimirian heartthrob, and what's worse, after the United City left Ursus, their next destination was Casimir...

He plans to take his wife back to their homeland. This war may affect your friend, your friend's wife, and later your friend's children.

What are you planning to do?

'Holy crap, it's you again?! K?!'

"Holy shit?! How come it's you again?! You son of a bitch, [elegant Earth language] [elegant vulgar language] [heavy-handed P-site language] Lord K!"

After reading the incident, Yang Hao instinctively let out a string of profanities—he genuinely hadn't expected that even someone like Lord K would still try to trip him up!

Why don't you just wait patiently for a few decades and let me slowly grind your flesh down with a dull knife?

Why do we have to cut things off so quickly? And why is it that every time you make a move, it's either me who gets involved, my friend, or my Margarita?

You old geezer, have you no shame?!

Yang Hao took a deep breath. He understood that Lord K was not the kind of person who would sit idly by and wait to die—but what does my understanding have to do with me cursing you?

I can understand that you Hawaiians like pineapple pizza, but when you deliver pineapple pizza to my house, am I, an Italian, not allowed to slap the pizza chef in the face? You're crazy!

That shameless Lord K should...

"...call."

Forget it.

After calming down a bit, Yang Hao realized he was almost home.

He patted his cheeks to cheer himself up, then looked forward to the dinner that Monica, the head maid, would prepare that evening. He also hoped that Hela, who had gone off to play somewhere, would be waiting for him in the room when he returned. He especially hoped that his wife could bring him some comfort!

and so--

"Kosichek, I'm back—"

He pushed open the door.

I did see what I was looking forward to.

I also saw things I hadn't expected.

"--Forehead?"

Yang Hao saw that his head maid was standing by the bed in the bedroom, preparing lunch for Kosich.

Yang Hao saw that his wife was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the cute Hela in her arms, and seemed to be sulking.

Yang Hao saw the joy that lit up Hela's heterochromatic eyes when she realized he was back, and that joy remained there.

but--

"...Your Majesty Ekaterina...?"

Why, Your Majesty, are you in my room?

Yang Hao stared blankly at Her Majesty Catherine, who was sitting in a comfortable chair that had been temporarily moved in, seemingly also intending to have dinner there... Ah...

and many more?

Royal furniture brought from Saint-Germain Castle?

The largest room in the Duke's living quarters?

And now His Majesty the Emperor is in my room, intending to have dinner with Kosicchi?

Suddenly, his mind became active.

He had an extremely uneasy premonition—a premonition that seemed to have appeared before with Miss Karina, but this was the first time he had felt such an intense sense that it was absolutely going to happen...

"Oh, my lord—what, haven't you heard the news from Duke Kosiché yet?"

"What...news? Well—I already knew you and your city were coming here..."

For some reason, Koschke's gaze was extremely painful, really painful.

And she was glancing at His Majesty the Emperor's abdomen—so, what's going on here?

Could it be that His Majesty the Emperor got an upset stomach from eating food from our territory?

Yang Hao looked completely bewildered and stiffly walked over to sit down next to Duke Kosiché.

Before he could even take Hela from Kosiché's arms—

"That news, of course, is the news that I'm pregnant."

He then heard His Majesty the Emperor recount a shocking event that could give anyone a heart attack.

Chapter VII

...

No one knows what kind of unsettling ordeal the Duke of Ursus experienced during dinner on September 1st.

All everyone knows is that the next morning, when Mr. Wang got up, he was pale and his legs were trembling. When he sat on the throne, his fingers were so trembling that he could not even hold the pen he used to sign documents.

Duke Kosicé, standing to the side, remained expressionless, but if one looked closely—or rather, if anyone who entered the audience hall to request an audience dared to look—one could notice that Duke Kosicé's tail had somehow become tucked into the Duke's trousers behind his back...

Behind them, the head maid, holding a child, witnessed everything that had happened the previous night with a blank expression. After Sonia arrived, she entrusted Hela to the gentle deep-sea hunter, repeatedly instructing the hunter's matriarch to take good care of their precious child. After watching their backs as they left, the loyal head maid finally turned around and spoke to the two adults:

"...Lord Yang Hao, Lord Koschei, in short, for the next one to two years, Her Majesty the Emperor will be residing at our Duke's manor. Aside from necessary trips to the palace in Saint-Horned Castle, she will stay here with us most of the time, barring unforeseen circumstances." The loyal head maid first stated what both lords already knew. Then, she looked at Yang Hao, who was pale and muttering "I'm dying, I'm dying," and then turned to Koschei, who was calm but muttering "Not enough, not enough," and sighed heavily. "Besides that... the work concerning Kazimir will be handled entirely by both of you—however, Lord Yang Hao will also have to deal with the economic problems of the Ursus Empire, so Lord Yang Hao, thank you for your hard work."

Lord Yang Hao is working hard, but he can still manage. However, Lord Kosiché... needs to exercise restraint under these circumstances.

"And Lord Kosiché... please restrain yourself. Lord Yang Hao has important matters to attend to today; could you please trouble him again tonight?"

For some reason, when the topic of today's "important matter" came up, Mr. Yang Hao's face didn't just turn pale—it turned deathly white. He seemed to be recalling something terrifying, and his body trembled more and more violently.

On the other side, Duke Koschke merely glanced at Monica before smacking his lips and sticking his wet, sticky tail out from in front of Yang Hao's trousers, then pulling it out from behind.

"Alright. I also need to make some preparations with Karina today. If nothing unexpected happens, this body of mine will die at the most appropriate time—how is the [Columbian Witness] we prepared earlier doing now?"

He's still alive and well.

"That's fine then. Sigh..."

Duke Kosichè sighed heavily. Only then did she remember how good Margarita was—naive, hardworking, and seemingly harmless. Unlike His Majesty the Emperor, a nouveau riche who had just won the lottery, she was not one to be trifled with.

Ugh!

She sighed again, thinking that yesterday's events had still been too much for her. After all, the fact that His Majesty the Emperor was pregnant had truly made Kosiché feel threatened—the threat that her husband might be taken away—something she hadn't felt in a long time.

So I have to work harder to keep my husband firmly by my side and in my soul!

She sighed for the third time, and as Duke Kosiché sighed for the third time, Prince Yang Hao beside her also let out a soft sigh:

"...Um, Koschche...can I sleep on the sofa tonight?"