My wife is an immortal black snake.

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Yang Hao and Kosiché from Ursus are unlikely to inherit the family business, and Monica, the head maid who dislikes her the most, is even less likely to do so—therefore, Theresa can only hope that her children will inherit the family business.

Moreover, Theresa has already fallen for her boss. In other words, she wants to have a child with her boss—even if she has to bear the rumors of being pregnant out of wedlock, she doesn't care. She wants to have a child with Yang Hao, even if Lord Koschche will be hysterical about it—she wants a child.

Having a child is essential for inheriting her family's legacy. And more importantly, having a child ensures she won't be abandoned by the Ursus boss—at least that's what Theresa believes.

However, Yang Hao needed to tell her some things first. So, carrying Theresa, he went to a secluded spot on the rooftop where no one would see them and sat down. Holding the blushing, timid little pony in his arms, Yang Hao gently bit her left earlobe while his arm encircled her lower abdomen, and said:

"But Theresa, I also have a way to make you an immortal like Monica, you know? Why don't you consider that first?"

"Huh? Ah? Um—what did you say? Is this true?"

Theresa was stunned.

Yang Hao shrugged, thinking that he was indeed wrong not to make things clear to Theresa before, but it's not too late to make things clear now, is it?

"Anyway, I think this is more practical than letting you get shot—I don't know when the next Catherine the Great will happen."

"Um... well, that..."

“I’ll come over often, my little pony, are you relieved now? Besides, it’s not like I’m forcing you to choose between two options, is it? It’s just that I think it would be more practical to extend the timeframe to bet hundreds of years to win a single shot rather than gamble over a dozen years.”

"Oh, well... um..."

Theresa really is a pony who's afraid of being alone. Yang Hao could sense that after he made things clear and assured her that she wouldn't really be left alone in Kazimierz, her stiff body relaxed. She was such an adorable pony; if only she could stop slacking off and work hard in the future—then he wouldn't have to worry about things outside of Ursus all the time.

Thinking of this, Yang Hao slipped his hand inside her clothes and gently rubbed her lower abdomen. She let out a faint gasp, because her sensitive spot was around her navel.

Yang Hao said he needed to set a standard for Theresa. A standard that would let her know what level of achievement would qualify her for a vacation or for coming back to complain.

"What I mean is... um... stop toying with me..."

"So, if you encounter anything you really can't handle, just come to me anytime. And then, you'll be allowed to come to the Duchy to rest three days a week, okay? A room will be reserved for you. If you really want to rest for a longer period, you can combine three days from each of the four weeks into one. Oh, and you can come back on holidays too. If you're really fed up with your subordinates, you can come and cry to me anytime. Understand?"

"Woo..."

Yang Hao's standards for Teresa were extremely lenient—even the most lenient companies had never offered such lenient leave conditions, basically stating "you can go home anytime"!

On the other hand, in a sense, in order for Kazimierz to develop in accordance with his expectations, Yang Hao also had to help Theresa manage Kazimierz. In other words, Theresa basically just ate for free outside of her daily work... This won't do; the little pony has to contribute something.

Thinking of this, Yang Hao's urge to toy with Teresa intensified. He stuck out his tongue and licked the hair inside Teresa's horse ears, his fingers went into Teresa's navel and rubbed it wantonly, and the panting of the obedient and cute little pony in his arms grew louder and louder.

"Boss...no, you're teasing me..." Theresa whimpered, her voice a mixture of utter distress and amusement. Yang Hao could feel the wetness on his thigh. Playing with a girl's sensitive spots could indeed provide a unique kind of stimulation, but Yang Hao wouldn't dare do that to Monica and Koschche. "Come in quickly..."

Although Monica is obedient, if she is driven crazy, she has more stamina than Kosichek and can keep Yang Hao occupied from midnight to 8 a.m. - He almost experienced this treatment before, so he doesn't even dare to think about it now, really.

And what about Koschei? She is Yang Hao's wife, the one he has pledged his life to—although she still looks like a mortal, that is the body of Fydia, the snake girl... Just by going in and not moving, he almost ejaculated from the heat and pressure inside. It really drove Koschei crazy. Was he going to die?

At this point, some people might ask, where are His Majesty the Emperor and Mother Sonia?

Um...

The former is already a mother; no matter how cruel Yang Hao is, he wouldn't stoop to the level of toying with a pregnant woman.

The latter... Yang Hao had no illusions whatsoever.

Because when Yang Hao was with Sonia's mother, he was the one being manipulated, really.

Chapter 83

......

Yang Hao and Teresa didn't return until two hours later.

At that moment, when Sonia's mother and Miss Karina looked at Miss Teresa, who needed to hold onto Yang Hao's shoulders to walk, was panting, walked with her toes pointed inward, and was covered in sweat, their eyes widened in astonishment.

Miss Karina blushed and hugged Hela, who wanted to run into her father's arms and act cute, while Mother Sonia looked at her children calmly, sniffing the strange smell coming from them.

"Sister Karina?"

"No, it's nothing... Your dad and sister Theresa are tired from their walk, don't disturb them..."

"Good~"

While Karina was blushing and explaining something to Hela, she glanced up and saw Yang Hao nonchalantly sitting down in his seat with Theresa. She inwardly grumbled at how they could do such a thing in public, while simultaneously feeling envious of the relationship between Theresa and Mr. Yang Hao...

Meanwhile, after Mr. Yang Hao returned, Sonia's mother got up to prepare lunch for everyone—but as she passed Mr. Yang Hao, this gentle matriarch still reached out and pinched his thigh hard. She whispered in his ear that she would teach him a lesson that night. Faced with his mother's hint, Mr. Yang Hao could only grit his teeth and sadly accept his fate after having slept with Teresa outside.

......

That night, the wailing was deafening.

The poor man was unable to move, bound by Sonia's mother.

She could only passively accept the provocations from Sonia's mother.

That feeling of impending explosion followed by a sudden pause to allow you to catch your breath, only to be reignited again. This cycle repeats more than twenty times, leaving you unable to soften but only able to harden, yet unable to explode even when you are hard. It limits your exploration of the deep, dark world to the act of reaching for the very top, showing you only a glimmer of hope while denying you the ability to push the door open.

Yang Hao was in agony, but having his mouth gently sealed by Sonia's lips, and even having to control his breathing to her rhythm, was just too...

"...Mr. Yang Hao? My child...be good. Otherwise, I won't make you comfortable."

"Woooo..."

This is his private suite. Even if Yang Hao had the ability to shout, no one would come to his rescue.

So what can he do?

[Slurp slurp]

The intertwining of tongues, the caresses of Sonia's mother from her high position, and the heavy armor pressing against her chest. Her thighs were so smooth and tender that even the slightest touch could make Yang Hao feel the warmth and softness on his side.

In addition, there was the constant stimulation coming from the head of his penis from the very beginning, that kind of stimulation that involved drawing it in but not letting it penetrate...

Yang Hao was about to reach his limit. But just when he thought he could finally blurt out what needed to be said, Sonia's mother stopped with a wicked grin.

"Sonia, Mommy—!" Yang Hao pleaded, looking into her crimson eyes, which gleamed like those of a predator hunting its prey, in the darkness. "Just eat me already, Sonia, Mommy! This torture is unbearable!"

Yang Hao's pleading seemed to reach Sonia's mother. She smiled and leaned against Yang Hao, whispering in his ear, "Don't do that next time."

The keyhole of her door opened on its own, and with a click-clack as it was pushed in, Yang Hao, who had been tormented for so long, finally felt an extremely strong sense of relaxation—a relaxation that lasted until the next morning.

... .....

10 month 15 day.

The day Ursus's military landships, carrying their officers and soldiers, along with the main force following behind, arrived at the border of Qazimir and crossed the border completely into Qazimir.

As Teresa, her back aching, stood beside Karina, who was holding Hela, muttering under her envious and jealous gaze, they entered Mr. Yang Hao's private suite to begin their routine work...

"...Huh? Boss... um... are you alright?"

"Mr. Yang Hao?! Are you... are you alright?"

"dad?"

Hela and the other two were stunned when they saw Mr. Yang Hao, who looked haggard, pale, and had dark circles under his eyes, yet was still working diligently at his desk.

The two adults were stunned when they saw that there was no breakfast on the table yet, and that Ms. Sonia had just been about to go out to prepare breakfast.

After glancing at the bed sheets and noticing that they seemed to have been changed, the two adult women, whether or not they had similar experiences, realized what was going on.

"I'll go prepare breakfast. I'm leaving Hela in your care."

"Ah, um, okay..."

Watching Ms. Sonia, who appeared nonchalant but was noticeably more beautiful, leave, Karina and Theresa exchanged a glance before settling back into their seats to prepare for their work.

Meanwhile, the oblivious Hela broke free from her sister Karina's embrace and hopped into Yang Hao's arms, curiously watching him work while asking her father what his work schedule was for the day.

This is exactly what I wanted to tell everyone... So, Mr. Yang Hao, pale-faced and with his hand trembling as he gripped the pen, sighed, picked up Hela, and said to the two girls who couldn't bear to look at him:

"Today we officially enter Kazimir... In short, we'll make a temporary stop in an eastern city of Kazimir to resupply before heading to the front lines with the main force. Ah, Theresa, Karina—would you like to come with me to chat with those muscle-headed or fat-eared merchants?"

"Huh? I don't want to go."

"Ah? Hmm... I'll take Hela with me instead. After all, Lady Sonia is here to protect you."

"Well, that's settled then. And, barring any unforeseen circumstances, we'll head straight to the Grand Knight Territory to fight the Columbians after we leave... But Theresa, you'd better be prepared. Gathering forces that can be used is something you'll need to learn as a Grand Duchess in the future—but don't worry, I'll stay here for a while even after the war ends. Well, that's settled then."

After saying that, Mr. Yang Hao sighed.

He is extremely weak right now, and his lower body is still aching slightly—but isn't this the right physical condition?

I doubt anyone would suspect that he came here for any purpose other than revenge.

Chapter 84

The afternoon of July 15th.

After confirming their identities with the conquering knights of Kazimir, the Ursus military landship docked at the edge of a mobile city closest to the eastern border. This was partly for rest and recuperation, partly for resupply, and partly because Duke Yang Hao, as the leader of this military operation, needed to meet with the Kazimir leadership despite his weakened state—although Ursus and Kazimir had a history of unpleasantness, for now, they were likely on the same side. Probably.

When King Yang Hao went to the city government's control tower for a meeting, he brought two squads of guards. One squad consisted of his Templar Knights, these fully armed Gallic knights who didn't take the Kazimir's conquering knights seriously. The other squad was the elite of the Ursus army. Mr. Bozokasti was in charge of the squad—but neither squad was allowed to accompany Yang Hao into the control tower, whether out of consideration for "friendly exchange" or other reasons.

Only Ms. Sonia was allowed to enter the control tower with him. This matriarch of the deep-sea hunters had already brought her weapons, and she was indeed capable of ensuring Mr. Yang Hao's safe exit after killing almost everyone inside, so Yang Hao was quite at ease about it.

Therefore—when Yang Hao weakly leaned on his cane as he arrived at the Kazimierz office, all the Kazimierz there were staring intently at him—or rather, at Ms. Sonia, who stood silently behind him, carrying a ferocious weapon on her back, and who completely disregarded the knights present.

Ms. Sonia ignored their stares and, since she didn't do anything particularly offensive, the Kazimierz, after watching her for a while, turned their attention back to the Ursus representative—Mr. Yang Hao, who had brought his troops there solely for revenge.

"In conclusion, we are very grateful for the civilian assistance Ursus has provided over the years, and we apologize for what our knights did in the past..." A bespectacled Kuranta man in a suit, exuding a strong sense of money, stated to Yang Hao, "Therefore, on behalf of the Kazimir Commercial Entities Federation, I promise you that supplying Ursus with provisions will be a high priority for Kazimir going forward. Although our company cannot completely eliminate the 'misunderstanding' between Ursus and Kazimir, we are willing to express our apologies to Ursus."

This businessman, with his mercenary demeanor and attire, offered a seemingly humble yet sincere apology—one that even from the perspective of the Kazimierz people—for his sleepless nights... and then he claimed to be a federation of commercial entities? In other words, you are the representatives of capitalism, one of the two major powers in Kazimierz?

Yang Hao scrutinized these representatives of capitalism. Noticing the cold sweat dripping down their faces as they looked at him, Yang Hao realized—even these capitalists, who were usually the least concerned with nationality, now looked like they were driven to desperation. It seemed the situation in Kazimir was worse than he had imagined.

"Did something happen today?" Yang Hao frowned. He was about to say something when he heard a rather forceful, clearly disgruntled mockery coming from Kazimir's direction:

"If you bunch of bastards hadn't refused to relocate your factories until your dying breath, would you be behaving this humbly today? You despicable profiteering business entities association!"

"you--"

The representative of the Business Entities Federation opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't utter the curses he was holding back. Instead, he directed them at the representative of the battle knight, who was wearing armor covered in scars.

After the representative of the Business Entities Federation fell silent, the knight who had spoken turned his head and said to Yang Hao without any attempt to hide his true feelings:

"While the Conquerors still despise Ursus, at least now that we have a unified enemy, we won't cut corners on your supplies like representatives of those big corporations. However, if possible, the Conquerors do not wish to fight alongside you—I mean, in a joint operation with a chaotic command structure."

"...Do you mean you want to command your own troops independently?"

"Exactly."

"That's fine."

This knight must be a representative of the two most powerful knights in Kazimierz—but to be honest, these knights aren't exactly smooth talkers. If Yang Hao weren't so unwilling to argue with them here, he could have spent several tens of minutes just arguing about their bluntness and making them pay for their negotiation mistakes.

They possessed impressive muscles, but lacked tact and diplomacy. Perhaps this was a consequence of years of constant travel on the battlefield—that was Yang Hao's assessment of them. But then again, what exactly happened today?

Yang Hao had witnessed enough of the capitalists' obsequious behavior. But why were even soldiers like the Conqueror Knights angry about it?

"So, what exactly is going on?"

Yang Hao leaned back in his chair, frowning as he surveyed the knights and capitalists present. He considered using the [Puppet Stage] ability to force them to reveal everything they knew—but then decided against it.

Precious resources should be used for more important occasions, shouldn't they? So he simply scrutinized the quiet delegates with a critical eye, then tapped the golden carpet on the conference room floor with his cane.

dong dong.

The heavy cane tapped on the blanket, illustrating to the Kazimierz that this vengeful ghost from Ursus had run out of patience.

The knights exchanged glances, each seeing the sweat streaming down their comrade's face. They couldn't afford to anger this distinguished guest from Ursus at this time; they couldn't risk the complete destruction of Kazimierz by provoking him—but after speaking, the duke simply scrutinized them, saying nothing, his pale face revealing absolutely no meaningful expression.

What should we say? No—what can we say? At this moment, the knights are exchanging glances.

Meanwhile, the capitalists were exchanging even more intense glances: they knew that if they didn't find a way to get this nobleman from Ursus to prioritize the affairs of the Grand Knights, their factories would be beyond saving.

Chapter 85

The Casimirians know a lot. They have gradually learned about the Colombians' attack patterns and realized that poison gas is not an omnipotent weapon. Even the local factory owners in Casimir can produce equipment resistant to poison gas and then sell it to the military for ten times the price to profit from the national crisis. It would be a lie to say that they have no way to deal with the Colombians.

It's simply a matter of how long the capitalists want to profit from the national crisis, and how long the knights will endure before they either turn on the capitalists or beg for mercy—this became a consensus among all the high-ranking officials in Kazimierz on October 14th.

However, this consensus was shattered on October 15th. The Colombians used two new types of weapons that Kazimir was utterly incapable of resisting. More precisely... Kazimir's capitalists were unable to resist, and their previous arrogance spread this advantage throughout Kazimir, making the situation of the War Knights exceptionally awkward.

The incident began when the capitalists of the Great Knight Territory believed that today's Colombian attack would not cause permanent damage to their factories. Therefore, they boldly decided to send the city where their factories were located to the nearby hills to gather resources to ensure their continued equipment production. They also planned to take the opportunity to break away from the Great Knight Territory and build a mobile city belonging to their company, and finally, not forgetting to profit tenfold from the national crisis.

But with the support of the remnants of the army, whose equipment was better than that of the Conqueror Knights, and the Sarkaz mercenaries, the Conqueror Knights surrounding the Grand Knight Territory had no need to risk losing a city and its important factory complex by doing so! Moreover, the resource-rich locations chosen by the capitalists were conveniently situated on the edge of hills near the Columbia-controlled territory...