My wife is an immortal black snake.

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“After all, it’s true that the timeline is right, isn’t it? Today is already the 17th—the Columbians are eager to attack the Grand Knights’ territory and are preparing to use their new treasures again. If the Ursus people don’t come soon, this place really can’t be defended. Of course, neither you nor I think the Grand Knights’ territory is anything special to defend, but Margarita, it’s enough that you can see your beloved, isn’t it?”

"But... but right now, my relationship with the teacher is just that of mercenaries... so there's probably no way I can go see him, right?"

Margarita muttered something timidly. Seeing this, Ms. Northon sighed heavily, thinking that if even Margarita couldn't be seen, then that pervert was clearly just planning to play with her. That would be perfect; she could just take Margarita home then.

However, Ms. Northumber wouldn't say that directly to Margarita; she still needed to cherish and protect her apprentice...

"Don't worry, don't worry, Margarita—since those two spies know about your relationship with him, just give them your name, and the Ursus people will probably let us through, right? And if we're lucky, maybe that gentleman will come looking for us directly, who knows?"

"Really, really?"

"You should have confidence in yourself, Margarita."

Ms. Northumi lovingly ruffled Margarita's hair. She truly treated Margarita like her own child—well, isn't it quite normal for an unmarried, spinster female vampire to treat another vampire orphan like her own child?

"Margarita, let me teach you what your parents didn't teach you." Mrs. Northumen thought to herself, but before she could say anything more—

"—"

She whirled around, and the Blood Demon's magic instantly coalesced into a spear, which she then aimed at a dark spot behind her.

"You should be coming out by now, right? Are you new guests? Don't forget to give your names."

Ms. Northumbers grinned, staring intently at the dark corner the spear was pointing at, as if hunting prey.

A moment later, a person emerged from there. It was a guy who didn't look like a good person; he was dressed entirely in black and was carrying a strange container.

"...Lord Yang Hao asked me to invite you to meet him on the land-based warship at 4 PM sharp."

He said this, followed by two Kuranta spies whom Ms. Northum had met before.

Chapter Ninety-Two

10 PM on October 17th.

The landships from Ursus and their army arrived around the Great Knight Territory of Kazimir amidst the fervent anticipation of the people of Kazimir, the complex gazes of the conquering knights, the bewildered observation of the Commercial Entities Federation, and the welcome of the remnants of the army and Sarkaz mercenaries.

These Ursus people, driven by a thirst for revenge, prepared to fight the Columbians. However, they were not mere muscle-bound warriors, nor were they capitalists whose eyes were only on money, their hearts filled with the memory of swords piercing their chests and gold gleaming in their hearts. They needed intelligence, so before gathering sufficient information, these Ursus people would not rashly launch an attack on the Columbian positions, where the yellow smoke had already dissipated not far away.

They are far more shrewd, and with ample supplies, they are negotiating with the commanders of the Sarkaz mercenaries and the remnants in hopes of bringing all three parties under unified command—but what does that have to do with Margarita and Lady Northumb?

"...This way, please."

Led by a strange spy who called himself Paul, and by two Kuranta spies whom Lady Northrend had met before—Mas and Lily—the master and apprentice passed through the Ursus camp, through their many defenses, and finally headed toward the heavily guarded landing passage of the landship.

"teacher..."

"Oh, Margarita—remember what you've learned, okay?"

"Well..."

Since her encounter with those spies, Margarita seemed like a completely different person—when it came to Mr. Yang Hao, it was as if she had forgotten everything she had learned. She had reverted to the immature child that Ms. Northon had previously encountered. Although she knew this was just a result of Margarita's excessive nervousness, Ms. Northon couldn't help but worry at the sight: this child was truly completely under that guy's thumb.

"Sigh! I'll have to keep an eye on this child." Mrs. Northumberon sighed helplessly, patted Margarita on the back to encourage her, and after calming her down, the old bat turned to the Kuranta spy beside her and asked:

"On another note, what exactly are you planning to do now? It doesn't seem like you intend to take down Kazimir."

Yes, Ms. Northumbers truly has no idea what that man is planning. Given that his wife isn't actually dead, his trip to Casimir to attack Colombian forces must have some other purpose—but what is that purpose?

Ms. Northumen pondered for a long time but couldn't come up with a "correct" result... She really couldn't understand what these Ursus people were thinking—they couldn't possibly be as stupid as those business entity associations, could they?

So she was confused. She wanted an answer. But the Kuranta woman who identified herself as "Mas" simply shrugged in response to her question.

"You can ask our boss about that later—right, Paul?—but speaking of which, why do all your clothes get so dark from working here?"

"..."

The man called Paul merely twitched his lips. He said nothing, but simply guided everyone up the slope until they arrived at an elevator door.

Please wait a moment.

He took a step forward, took out a card from his pocket, swiped it on the card reader, and then quickly entered the password to unlock the elevator amidst a row of random characters. The elevator door opened with a click.

"Lord Yang Hao is waiting for you in his private suite. You'll surely have many questions for him, and I believe he will answer them—but I must warn you beforehand, this Blood Demon Lady—"

"Huh? Are you talking about me?"

Margarita blinked, then nervously pointed to herself.

Ms. Northon, standing to the side, simply sighed, ruffled Margarita's hair, and then pushed the bewildered Margarita into the elevator. Once they were in place, she addressed Paul and the others who had also entered the elevator:

"Tell me. What do I need to be careful about?"

"—Do not show any hostility inside. We do not mean any harm to you, but Lord Yang Hao's personal guards will use their intuition to determine whether you are a target that needs to be eliminated."

"Oh?"

“Of course, Miss Margarita is not included in this category.”

"Wow, it seems I am indeed being watched by you guys."

After all, it makes sense—an old, experienced blood demon who might have killed countless people is indeed someone everyone should be wary of. As for why Margarita isn't in this category? Well, she's too young. And if even her sweetheart is this wary of her, then Ms. Northumbria will have no choice but to take Margarita home.

Ms. Northumbers accepted her treatment with composure. A moment later, the elevator slowly ascended. Margarita nervously took deep breaths in the elevator, anxious about the upcoming meeting—because her earlier prediction foretold that their meeting shouldn't take place in this setting...

This unexpected turn of events filled Margarita with immense anxiety... especially after she discovered that she was completely unable to use her prophetic abilities to predict what would happen next when she was nervous. She watched anxiously as the numbers on the elevator floor indicator slowly increased, wondering what she should do if Yang Hao, upon seeing her, acted like a complete stranger, no longer the Yang Hao she once knew...

Margarita knew! She knew that people change as they grow up... but she was afraid... Only when facing Yang Hao was she still that child; she could only act like a child around him, even after her own efforts and the guidance of her teachers. The current Margarita was only a slightly more mature child...

So she was very scared. But this time she wouldn't run away; she would bravely...accept everything about herself.

She swallowed hard. Just then, the elevator arrived.

As the elevator doors opened, Margarita realized that the elevator was directly in a room. Next to the elevator doors was the main door leading to the corridor, but Margarita didn't pay attention to that.

She just stared blankly at the man standing not far away, behind the desk by the window, gazing at the scenery outside. Uncontrollably, her eyes welled up with tears.

Especially after the man turned around, he looked familiar to Margarita.

He stretched out his arms to her as she finally returned home from work, just like he used to do back then:

"—Although you're not at home, welcome home, Margarita."

"...Waaaaah!!"

Margarita ultimately couldn't resist.

She rushed out of the elevator and threw herself into Yang Hao's arms, burying her face in his clothes and letting him hold her. Unable to speak, she just wanted to cry her heart out in his arms, releasing all the pent-up anxiety and joy of their reunion.

Chapter Ninety-Three

"Waaaaah...waaaah..."

Looking at Margarita, who was crying in his arms, Yang Hao sighed, "She is still the Margarita I know."

I feel lonely after not seeing anyone for a long time. The first thing I do after finally getting home is to look for myself. But then again, Margarita, have you gained some weight?

Yang Hao tried to pick up Margarita, somewhat puzzled. Then he felt a slight heaviness—sure enough, the little bat had gotten chubby. It seemed she had been doing quite well lately.

Now Yang Hao was completely relieved. He gently patted Margarita's back to stop her from crying, comforting her and letting her cry out all her pent-up frustrations. This man was like an old father, and Margarita was like his long-lost daughter—of course, he now knew that Margarita didn't want this kind of relationship, so he didn't put himself in the old father's shoes.

He sat down in the chair behind his desk with Margarita in his arms, and then gestured for everyone except Sonia, Ms. Northon, and Margarita in his arms to leave—but Theresa had already gone out to work, and Karina helped Theresa with her work and also took care of the children, so the only people actually leaving now were Serpent Scale Paul and Theresa's sisters.

They responded a few times, then took the elevator back down.

It was only after they left that Ms. Norsen had time to examine the fourth person in the space besides the three of them—a white-haired, red-eyed person... what race was he again?

Her race didn't matter; what mattered was why she was here. Ms. Northon swallowed hard. She had a good eye for people, and she knew very well that this white-haired, red-eyed guard wasn't the kind of pretty face she had imagined.

In this confined space, this guy possesses the ability to kill himself. And not just *kill*, but rather, very easily... torture him. Ah, if only we were in a more open area, then Ms. Northumbery would be confident in dealing with this guard...

But then again, why would I be thinking of killing them first? Shouldn't we be having a good chat and getting information out of them?

With that in mind, Ms. Norson took a few steps forward solemnly, and finally, following the man's instructions, sat down in one of the two comfortable chairs that had been prepared for them beforehand, near the desk.

The other chair, however, seemed useless—Margarita was still crying in the man's arms. She missed him so much that she became like this the moment they met...

"...Regarding Margarita, I am grateful for everything you have done for her, Elder Blood Demon."

Just as Ms. Northumbers was feeling uneasy about Margarita's condition, she heard the man say this to her in an apologetic tone.

"Who could bear to watch an infant who hasn't even been weaned wander alone in the wilderness? Never mind, just consider it as me taking care of my own child. I have many questions for you."

“That’s what I was thinking too. But could you wait a little while? I want to wait for Margarita—...Okay, she’s asleep.”

"what?"

"She's been so tired while she was out there. Although she did get enough sleep and did become a higher level being after drinking that bottle of blood, the mental fatigue has really accumulated... Sigh, if we were at home, we could just give her a bath, but for now, let her sleep for a while."

"Forehead?"

What did you say

What?! Margarita? You're asleep?!

Ms. Norsen stared blankly at Margarita, who had gradually stopped crying, in Yang Hao's arms. Realizing that the child had truly relaxed completely, to the point that her mind was exhausted after entering her most trusted situation, and she had finally fallen into a deep sleep? Just how much do you trust this man?! I've been teaching you for so long, and you've never shown this much trust around me...

Although she knew that Margarita trusted her, seeing Margarita sleeping in that man's arms like a completely defenseless fledgling still made Ms. Norsen's lips twitch uncontrollably.

Oh well. It's good that she's asleep, so I can ask her a lot of questions that I shouldn't have asked when Margarita was awake.

"—What's the story behind that bottle of blood?"

So Ms. Norson quickly regained her composure. She looked at Yang Hao with curiosity and scrutiny in her eyes.

After a moment of silence, Yang Hao smiled helplessly as Sonia's mother brought them two drinks to quench their thirst. He gently stroked the pointed ears of Margarita, who was still murmuring something as she slept in his arms.

"A bottle of blood from a higher being—don't worry, I only gave it to Margarita after confirming it had no side effects on the Blood Demon. You've spent so much time with Margarita, you must be curious about why she can eat normal food and why she has such a strange pet as Sanae, right? Well, that's the effect of that bottle of blood. Although at first I just wanted her to stop drinking blood and be able to enjoy ordinary food."

"...You even know about Sanae? Just how many spies have you planted around her?" Ms. Norsen's eyes narrowed. Just how much did this guy know? Had he sent out spies? No, impossible...

Ms. Northon knows the location of any living being within a 2-kilometer radius. But she hasn't found any spies during this time. Could it be non-living surveillance equipment? But that doesn't seem likely...

“No, really no. I just have a special way of keeping an eye on her—so I roughly know where you’ve been and what Margarita has been through. I’m so grateful to you, really. If it weren’t for you, Margarita might have been stuck for a long time.”

Faced with Ms. Northumber's gaze, Mr. Yang Hao simply smiled mysteriously. However, when it came to Margarita, he did sincerely express his gratitude to Ms. Northumber.

"Then why don't you just take her back? To Ursus?"

But what good is gratitude?! What Ms. Northumen cares about more is why Yang Hao insisted on abandoning Margarita to go to Ursus! Even if Margarita wanted to grow on her own, couldn't you have just kidnapped her and taken her away? Was it really necessary to go through all this?

"This stubborn child wouldn't listen. She wanted to grow up and face me with a more mature attitude... and at the time, I really had no choice. After all, we were running for our lives."

When confronted with Ms. Norson's questions, Yang Hao could only smile wryly and say that he really had no other choice at the time.

"hiss..."

Looking at him from all angles, this man didn't seem to be lying. Even using Originium Arts to probe him, or even directly sensing the speed of blood flow, the only conclusion was that he wasn't lying... Ms. Norsen, let's just believe him for now.

She decided not to dwell on the topic any longer. She planned to ask herself the question that mattered most.

"Margarita, what are you going to do now?"

"...I respect her choice. If she wants to come back now, I can take her home right now. But if she still feels immature and wants to gain experience in the wilderness, then I won't interfere—but I will ask you to protect her."

"Let me make it clear first, you don't need to ask me for help. She's my apprentice, and I'm her teacher, so I'll naturally protect her."

"...Thanks."

This man is very sincere. Ms. Norson silently gave him a score in her mind. So far, he seems to have done a good job—except for his complete lack of fidelity, which is a drawback. So far, he is indeed a good man.

So, the third question.

"Then, the third question—Duke Kosiché, as far as I know, is a monster who is practically immortal. So why did you intervene in the war between Kazimierz and Columbia while she was still alive?"

“If that’s the case, it’s a state secret—but you’re Margarita’s teacher, so I don’t think you’ll reveal our purpose to anyone.”

"Of course, no one would believe me if I told them. So what's going on?"

"Living space".

"what?"

WTF?

Survival space? No, what are you Ursus worrying about regarding survival space?

Ms. Norson was puzzled by this, but she also knew that she might be getting into a political field that she was not very familiar with, so she was just confused and decided to listen carefully to Mr. Yang Hao's answer.

Mr. Yang Hao's answer did not disappoint her. He gently patted the back of the sleeping girl in his arms, gave a few wry smiles, and then explained the current situation—the extremely dangerous weapons used by the Colombians, and the problems that Kazdel and Ursus had to face together. That is, the ruins of the Gallo-Gallic Empire.

“Ms. Northumberna, I remember you are Gaulish, right? Then you, as descendants of Gaul, should be well aware of one thing... that your empire made a deal with a certain great being.”