My wife is an immortal black snake.

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...What are you saying, you little brat?

"The teacher talks about these things so eloquently, but... he's still single... that's so strange..."

What are you talking about? Are you doubting my experience? Doubting my abilities? Even if I've only been watching from afar for almost 600 years, I'm still more experienced than a brat like you who hasn't been weaned yet!

"You little brat, you want a beating, don't you?"

Lady Northumberon's face contorted with rage, simply because Margarita had struck a nerve—what could be more infuriating than telling a blood demon, unwanted for 600 years, that she was single?!

Of course not!

If so, then it is...

...It seems there really isn't one?

"I...I was wrong! Teacher! Please, please don't pull me...uh...uh...uh...uh...!"

Ms. Northumber pinched Margarita's cheeks hard, glaring at the tearful girl before her as she squeezed them. "Isn't this just a man? You, Margarita, are still growing up. Before you catch up with your sweetheart, I'll just find a man to demonstrate for you!"

Don't let a little baby who's still breastfeeding bring up adults' sore spots! I'm telling you! You'll regret it sooner or later!

"Teacher!! Ugh...!"

"If I don't teach you a lesson today, I'm not Northrend...! Sanae! Stop on the hill ahead, we're almost at Kazdel."

"Eh?"

Ms. Northumber suddenly released her grip on Margarita's cheeks, and Margarita, her eyes brimming with tears, covered her face. She looked in the direction her teacher was looking and realized they seemed to be heading in a strange place.

Margarita's prophetic abilities activated. She saw many things... a divided Kazdel, war, and much more...

“Margarita, what you’re going to learn next is war.” Ms. Northumi produced a cigar at some point. “Not just war… there’s a lot more you need to learn.”

"...Um."

She nodded, though she was still a little afraid of the future... but she would no longer run away.

Chapter 245

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7 month 4 day.

It will be about two days before Yang Hao arrives at Saint-Germain Castle.

Life on the land-based warship was far more boring than Yang Hao had imagined. Moreover, to avoid causing trouble for those around him, especially his guards, Yang Hao basically stayed in his bedroom and didn't go out, except for taking a stroll on the deck to exercise at noon and in the afternoon.

Occasionally, Templar Knights or Deepsea Hunters would come to him to report on various matters. The Templar Knights generally reported on defensive matters, while the Deepsea Hunters' reports were somewhat strange...

The group that came from the Deep Sea Hunters were Sonia's juniors. Most of them seemed very nervous, arriving with a flustered and uneasy air, expressing that their clan matriarch had been acting strangely lately. They didn't know what to do, and after much thought, they wondered if the Puppet Master possessed the ability to restore their matriarch to normalcy. So they came.

"Overall, has Sonia been acting strange lately? Hmm... Could I have her come over here? I'll ask her."

"Yes, yes! I'll go right now..."

The short-haired, white-haired, red-eyed deep-sea hunter bowed, then left Yang Hao's bedroom carrying her deformed, spear-like folding weapon. Meanwhile, Yang Hao, while planning to [go check out the House of Lament after helping Sonia resolve her psychological issues], pondered how to address Sonia's mental health problems.

After all, psychological problems, if not addressed properly, will definitely cause enormous trouble later. Just like the psychological trauma of lacking a father's love in childhood can severely affect a child into adulthood, if Yang Hao plans to adopt a child with Kosiché as his daughter, then it would be best if he gained some experience in dealing with psychological issues now...

Although it sounds like I'm doing Sonia a disservice, Yang Hao is a novice after all... It's our first time, you're experiencing a psychological problem for the first time, and I'm solving one for the first time. Doesn't that seem like a good fit?

He relaxed. He stretched and activated the [Puppet Stage] to check on the situation at home while waiting for Ms. Sonia to arrive.

A while later, Ms. Sonia arrived. She wasn't carrying any weapons and was wearing her original clothes. Yang Hao examined the seemingly leather-like texture of Ms. Sonia's clothes, looked at her shoulders, and finally at her hair. He smiled.

“Sonia, please sit down. Your junior just came over and told me that you’ve been acting strangely lately—considering we’re working in His Majesty the Emperor’s direct territory, I need to find out what’s going on before we do. Ah, don’t hesitate, this chair is reinforced; it should be able to support the unusual weight of you deep-sea hunters.”

"...Um."

Ms. Sonia nodded somewhat awkwardly, but finally sat down properly in the chair that Yang Hao had prepared for her.

Yang Hao wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, or if it was some strange change that had occurred after he had been away from his wife and Monica for a while, but he always felt that Ms. Sonia was really beautiful... Was it just his imagination?

Seeing Ms. Sonia's lowered head, Yang Hao was about to say something when an [Event] popped up:

[Event: The Thoughts of a Normal Man]

Perhaps it's because your head maid and your wife have put too much pressure on you. Anyway, after two days of rest, you've finally regained your normal physical health and masculine desires, and you find Ms. Sonia to be exceptionally beautiful.

But beautiful women always bring trouble... and as you've noticed, Ms. Sonia's "beauty" is actually unusual. There seems to be a significant issue with her ethnicity; perhaps you could try to find out what's going on.

Friendly reminder——

If Little Bat were present, he should be able to figure out the future situation of this deep-sea hunter who can also make predictions.

'Simply put, I've been exploited so badly that I've often looked at others with a detached, unconventional perspective!'

...

There's something wrong with this newly popped-up event.

On the one hand, it makes it clear that Yang Hao himself had been overly exploited by his wife and maid, which led him to view the other girls in this territory with the eyes of a sage.

On the other hand, it also makes it clear that Sonia's beauty is unique, and that her race seems to have very strange issues...

In other words, could this psychological issue be traced back to her ethnicity? However, the term "Agor" is far too general!

Yang Hao's eyes darted around, and after a moment, he said to the silent Ms. Sonia:

"Excuse me, is this related to your race, Sonia?"

"...what?"

She abruptly looked up at Yang Hao, the surprise in her eyes vanishing in an instant. She seemed unprepared for this, but quickly came to terms with it.

"As expected of the Puppet Master..." She shook her head helplessly, and for some reason, she began to untangle her hair—or rather, untangle a certain ribbon from her hair. "Even though I haven't told you about my personal issues, you know my race is different from the ravens and the younger generation..."

"...Hmm. But you should also be an Agorian, a Deepsea Hunter, right?"

“Yes. But I am also someone else—have you heard of the legend... that long, long ago in the ocean, there was a kind of dragon that lived in the sea... My ancestors came from there. But no one has ever told me that those memories were passed down.”

"...Dragon? Is it...Ichthyosaur?"

Ichthyosaur? In Yang Hao's memory, it should be a powerful marine predator from the Jurassic period in his hometown... If that's the case, then her racial prototype should be that, right? A hybrid of an ichthyosaur and some other Agorian species?

Simply put, the most important reason why Ms. Sonia is currently feeling uneasy is the pressure she faces as a mixed-race person... or so it seems.

“I’m not entirely sure either. But the enormous monster that appears in my memory—it has four legs, is carnivorous, has a long snout, and large eyes—that’s all I know. And without a doubt, I come from there. From the tribe left behind by this fierce ancient creature. I have naturally inherited some of its traditions and some of its bloodline.”

"Oh..."

"It sounds ridiculous, doesn't it? My ancestors came from the deep sea, and now I've become a hunter fighting against the deep sea. Sigh, sometimes I wonder if the monsters I kill also had family members who were once mine? But thinking about it is pointless. As long as we can't break free from our destiny of staying on the coast and solve the survival problem of our race, this killing of each other among the children of the sea will never stop... Ah, I said it."

She paused for a moment, then shook her head with a wry smile. In front of Yang Hao, she gently grasped a lock of her hair in her hand, silently placed it on the table, and then smiled:

"I think my psychological problems... probably don't stem from my race. Or perhaps, they do? After all, even my closest rabbi couldn't understand my secret..."

I envy the newborn children in my tribe, the hunters still fighting on the front lines, and the madmen who went mad and left us... No matter what they do, they always have someone by their side; their blood is connected. But what about me? I've always been alone, and even the blood ties between me aren't deep, but superficial...

They know I'm the matriarch, they know my emotions are unpredictable, but no matter how hard they try, they can't break through the barrier left by my race... Perhaps my biggest problem is that I'm lonely. I'm happy to admit that.

"So, want to touch it?" She placed her hair on the table, and Yang Hao looked at it too. Smooth, soft, well-maintained, and with a salty, ocean scent.

Yang Hao opened his mouth, but then he realized that this seemed to be some kind of expectation from Ms. Sonia. He chose to respect Ms. Sonia's expectations, reached out, and gently ran his fingertips along the ends of her hair.

"...Well..."

She made a strange sound, and her body convulsed as if she had been electrocuted. Yang Hao found it very strange, because in his understanding, his hair shouldn't have reacted this way even if someone else touched it...

Could it be that, for Ms. Sonia, her race... her hair also has a nerve distribution...?

No, it doesn't seem like it. Because Sonia just touched her hair with her own hand. In other words, the reason she's like this is actually because of myself...?

But this shouldn't be happening! I haven't done anything to Sonia, so why is this happening? The most extreme thing I remember their relationship was when Sonia said on the spot that she didn't mind becoming his "puppet"...

...wait a minute.

[Event: Your Puppet]

Having sworn to become your puppet, Ms. Sonia's body, having made a master-servant oath even stronger than mere "loyalty," has developed a strange connection with your will—a connection that only exists between a puppeteer and his doll. In extremely special circumstances, this connection can potentially transform into another unique physical sensation. It seems that Ms. Sonia's most cherished hair has become the medium for this connection.

Effect: Opens the puppet slot. You can now view your own puppet at any time.

friendly reminder:

Puppets will be more dependent on you than your subjects or your spouses. Perhaps in the future you will have complete control over all their movements, even the rhythm of their breathing—which, in a sense, also means you won't have many puppets. Because those willing to swear allegiance to you as your puppets will ultimately be few and far between.

Dolls, on the other hand, are a higher form of creation than puppets. Do you prefer unique dolls, or do you cherish all the puppets controlled by your strings? The choice is yours.

Final hint—

The puppets yearn for the puppeteer's touch. Your touch will be a special reward for them.

'...ah?'】

The problem did indeed lie with that oath! If I remember correctly, Sonia is currently the only individual within the Dukedom of Koschche who has sworn an oath to become his puppet...

It was precisely because she offered a loyalty more absolute than that of her subjects, her loyal ministers, or even her servants that this change occurred! The reason why touching her hair made her feel this way was entirely because...

"Well..."

"...Sonia? I think I understand what's going on..."

Yang Hao smiled wryly as he looked at the newly popped-up [Puppet Interface] in front of him, and at the only puppet in the puppet slot—named Sonia... He understood what was going on.

The puppeteer has absolute control over the puppet.

This includes even all the senses.

Now, if he wanted, he could completely suppress his senses, such as pain. Similarly, if he wanted, he could also make Sonia go into heat on the spot.

But the problem is he never did that... The biggest reason Sonia is acting this way is that, as the puppeteer, Yang Hao, regardless of which part of his body he uses to touch Sonia's body, gives her several times the sensory experience, and it's the sensory experience she's been hoping for...

...in other words.

Yang Hao's act of personally touching Sonia has somehow become a reward mechanism between them.

Yang Hao had the ability to temporarily cancel this special situation, and he did indeed do so.

After pressing the button, he found that no matter how he touched Sonia's hair, she no longer made that strange, comfortable sound. Coming to his senses, he saw Sonia looking at him with an inexplicably warm gaze, causing him to instinctively avoid the stare of this deep-sea hunter's matriarch.

"Hehe... As expected, you are the Puppet Master..." she said with a smile, her eyes showing both aggressive enthusiasm and a hint of bewilderment. "Then... please restore it. I don't mind that strange feeling."

"but..."

“You promised that as long as I become your puppet, you will secure the future for my people… So be it. I am your puppet, and I know that very well.”

"...Okay then."

Perhaps Sonia was also hoping for something in some way? Yang Hao didn't ask, because he knew that as a lonely old woman, Sonia did need a way to relieve her inner pressure.

Moreover, in a sense, Yang Hao also needs to figure out what other functions the [Puppet] system has... In this light, if he doesn't want to ruin their current friendly relationship, it would be better to satisfy some of her desires?

Um...

He reactivated that feature.

As Sonia rediscovered that electrifying pleasure, she reached out and pressed Yang Hao's wrist, gently running his fingers over her hair.

Chapter 246

7 month 6 day.

The commercial landship was about to arrive at St. Arthur's Castle, the heart of Ursus. As they approached customs at St. Arthur's Castle, Yang Hao had already instructed his servants to collect his luggage. He stood on the deck in a shaded spot, quietly gazing at the magnificent city in the distance.

"Is it really worthy of being called the heart of the empire?" Yang Hao thought sadly. Even if the four cities of the Dukedom of Kosichè were combined, apart from having a larger area, they couldn't compare to the luxury and beauty of St. Martial Castle. He accepted this helplessly and vowed that in the future he would build his duchy into the heart of Ursus—and a unique heart at that.

“It’s a very beautiful city. From a distance, it doesn’t seem to have been greatly affected by the economic crisis,” he muttered, with Sonia carrying his luggage behind him, while the Templar Knights and other Deepsea Hunters stood guard around him. “However, this city is also deeply poisoned by the Council’s corruption… Oh well, I hope I can get home soon after adding fuel to the fire. Otherwise, I might miss my chance.”

"Can't catch up?"

"After I set the fire, the foal and the snake scales will be on their way. I hope I can get back before they return with their spoils. Ah, it's still so comfortable at home..."

"That's what I think too. But the world won't let us have our way."

"Ugh."

Sonia has been talking to Yang Hao frequently lately. During this time when Yang Hao doesn't have Monica or Koschche to keep him company, she seems to have taken the initiative to fill that void, giving Yang Hao someone to talk to during the boring wait for the landship to arrive at Saint-Germain.

Although he could have simply asked Monica to come over, both Monica and Koschich were busy. For now, it was good enough that they could just text each other every night to let each other know they were safe... Besides, Yang Hao didn't want to leave a bad impression on Monica and Koschich...