My wife is an immortal black snake.

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This may be the first time in Miss Koschei's long life that she has had this strange feeling.

She was in her own palace, lying on a comfortable bed, using Originium Arts to observe Yang Hao's condition in Colombia.

Originally, she was quite happy. After all, her future partner was capable, good-looking, and had a personality that interested her... plus some other endearing qualities. All these things combined should have made her even happier, so why was she like this?

Why is there another woman in the home of the person I'm meeting on a blind date?!

"Hmph...hehe, are they close friends?" Miss Koschie, unaware that she was already pulled into the sheets, remained calmly and somberly observing everything in Yang Hao's house through the ruby ​​eyes of the sculpture, watching Yang Hao's interactions with the woman known as "Margarita." "But it doesn't seem like...no, if they're not friends, why would he be using such a strange method to arrange a blind date online?"

If this was a tactic specifically targeting him, that would be ridiculous. During their first conversation, Yang Hao's words were definitely not feigned... and the reports from the Snake Scales also proved that he truly knew nothing about him and couldn't possibly have had ulterior motives for arranging the blind date.

If the matchmaking wasn't about killing her or taking anything from her, then what was going on? Miss Koschke frowned. Thousands of years of experience told her not to act rashly, but to observe the situation first before making a decision.

.....

Then, Miss Koschei began her first day of the day... and every day thereafter, until Yang Hao moved to Ursus, living a life of spying.

In her observation, she found that Miss Margarita seemed to be a strong and formidable rival—not in terms of ability, but in terms of emotional rivalry with Yang Hao, a rare and worthy future partner with whom she could develop a deep relationship.

Miss Margarita had a natural advantage. 1. She and Yang Hao had known each other for a long time—according to Koschei's observation, they had known each other for at least three years, and their relationship was so good that they could exchange house keys. At least Miss Koschei had compared the keys they inadvertently showed on their person, and each of them had a pair of keys that were exactly the same.

And Miss Margarita could naturally absorb his blood to fill her stomach? And Yang Hao was actually used to her actions? So in a sense, considering all of the above, Yang Hao had at least once pursued Miss Margarita? Thinking of this, Miss Koschie felt a lump in her throat and felt very uncomfortable.

2. Miss Margarita definitely harbors romantic feelings for Yang Hao—no, something deeper, a desire to quickly move towards marriage. Under Miss Koschei's gaze, Margarita made at least twelve hesitant, suggestive gestures. While it's unclear what she's worried about that prevents her from expressing her feelings, if Miss Koschei were in her shoes, there would be no need for such elaborate pronouncements.

This is a good man who is capable, has a good attitude, is easy to get along with, and even has the desire to work hard. He just lacks a foundation! If Miss Kosch and Margarita were to switch identities now, she would definitely get things done immediately and confirm their relationship right away.

"What on earth is this Blood Demon thinking? Even restraint has its limits..."

Miss Koschke was completely baffled as to why this Blood Demon, despite having the advantage of being on the finish line, refused to take another step forward... Was it really because this Blood Demon was too young?

Thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. For a Sarkaz Blood Demon whose normal lifespan is often several hundred years, this Blood Demon Miss, who is at most 30 years old, is like a primary school student. She hasn't even finished learning the basics of long-lived species, and she will inevitably cause harm to the short-lived Yang Hao unintentionally.

...However, this is also a problem. Miss Koschke knows that she can live for almost no time...but what about Yang Hao? She doesn't want this good man, whom she has only met once in nearly a thousand years, to be gone in a few decades.

"But as expected, my future husband does possess extremely special abilities... Hmm? He already killed a mayor last time? And it won't be until the 21st, which is 9 days later, that the city can move away from the disaster zone? His abilities must have some limitations... and the range of influence is large enough. This will be his future weakness, I've noted it down."

Miss Kosiché meticulously observed and recorded every detail about her future husband. It was then that Miss Kosiché suddenly noticed something...

"What's this? Blood in a glass bottle? Wait... isn't it enough that the Blood Demon hunts for you herself? You're providing her with bottled blood every day for free?" Miss Koschitch's real-world body stared in confusion. Through the statue's perspective, she saw Yang Hao produce a small glass bottle from somewhere, filled with bright red blood. "This won't do—I finally understand why your body isn't as strong as I imagined; in fact, it's rather thin..."

Blood is the most important fluid in a living organism. People with too little blood may even faint after running a few steps. What's more, Yang Hao is now not only Miss Margarita's direct prey, but also has to prepare bottled blood with a long shelf life for her.

Whether for the sake of her future husband's health or something else, Miss Koschke had to stop this man from donating blood after moving in.

But then again, is this blood really his own?

Miss Kosiché's eyes sharpened.

... .....

"This...blood? Is it for me?"

Margarita looked suspiciously at the bottle of blood Yang Hao had handed her. Even through the bottle, she could smell the strange fragrance emanating from it.

This doesn't seem to be ordinary blood, because if it were ordinary blood, it wouldn't have given her the urge and thirst to immediately drink it directly into her stomach.

But Margarita didn't drink it directly... She just looked suspiciously at the bottle of blood in her hand, then suspiciously at Yang Hao's face, and finally said these words:

"...Didn't they add anything strange to it?"

"Am I that kind of person?"

Adding something strange? Impossible. Yang Hao hasn't touched this bottle of blood since he brought it back from the general store... And if you insist on saying he added something strange, he would have done it already if he had any ideas, right?

“Hmm…it doesn’t seem like it…” Margarita blinked. “If Yang Hao had intended to do that, you would have done it when you escaped to the wilderness.”

"So what are you afraid of?" Yang Hao scratched his head, and finally smiled wryly, "It can't be... you're worried it won't suit your taste, can it?"

"..."

Was he right? Looking at Margarita, who was staring at him like a kitten and then at the blood vial in her hand, Yang Hao's lips twitched. Helplessly, he extended his wrist, indicating that she should drink a mouthful of his blood first, and then drink the vial of blood.

After all, I'd only feel at ease if she drank the blood with me... Margarita used to be a complete homebody. Although she's grown up now, what if she forgets to drink the blood if she's not careful?

So, having no other choice, Yang Hao had to resort to this desperate measure: making her drink the blood would be the most practical solution.

......

Then, after drinking the mixed blood, Margarita entered a strange state of intoxication, making Yang Hao, who was being slurred around by Margarita changing his name repeatedly, very suspicious of whether the blood in that bottle was genuine...

Miss Koschke, however, was quite displeased after witnessing Margarita, in a drunken state, entangled with what she perceived as her future husband. That's another matter entirely.

Chapter 25

"Yang Hao~ you, you really did send those strange things inside..."

“I don’t have any…”

"Then you—well, then tell me what's going on!"

The bottle of blood from the grocery store seemed to have some kind of magical effect; when mixed with her own blood, it gave Margarita an effect similar to being drunk.

Her face was flushed, like a kitten in a spoiled mode, clinging to him, trembling uncontrollably while making strange noises. She questioned Yang Hao about whether he had put something strange in her blood, and her canine teeth, dripping with sticky saliva, underwent a bizarre change from their open mouth.

To better observe Margarita's changes, Yang Hao let her lie on top of him while rubbing her cheeks to prevent her from putting her mouth on his neck or face, and carefully examining her canine teeth.

Her canines seemed to have gained a newfound flexibility. Yang Hao could see those sharp teeth protruding or retracting to one side. Moreover, the numbing liquid secreted from her canines emitted a strange, lemon-juice-like fragrance...

What's going on? Yang Hao knew that Margarita's condition was improving—but he wasn't sure if Margarita's drunkenness was a side effect of the original vampire's blood or the effect of his blood mixing with it... In any case, he felt it would be better for Margarita to lie down and rest now, otherwise there might be trouble tonight, and he wouldn't be able to chat with Miss Koschche.

But then again... why do I have this vague sense of foreboding? He chuckled dryly, pulled Margarita into his arms tightly, and prepared to take her to his room so she could get some sleep.

But then again...

"Margarita? You should get some sleep first... Don't go back tonight, I'm worried about you going back like this." I have to tell her first.

"Um...but I think—"

"No buts. Get some sleep."

He thrust his right wrist deep into Margarita's mouth, then made her bite his already scarred wrist. As he felt his blood being sucked away, Yang Hao sighed and carried the girl, who was clinging to him, back to her room.

There, after pulling his wrist back and covering Margarita with a blanket, Yang Hao waited until she gradually lost consciousness and drifted off to sleep. Then, while wrapping bandages around his wrist and feeling dizzy from blood loss, he walked back to the living room.

He wasn't planning on going back to his bedroom tonight. Now that he'd decided to establish a close friendship with Margarita, it was best not to cross any lines.

"The blood from the general store really did have some unexpected effects, though it should be for the better... Sigh, I'll use [Puppet Stage] later to see what changes occur on Margaret... And I still need to thank Miss Koschei tonight." Spreading out his longest sofa, Yang Hao piled on a blanket and pillows, then plopped down, admiring the exquisite gift Miss Koschei had given him from afar, muttering to himself. "Oh dear... I don't think I've told Margareti about the possibility of me going to live in Ursus... Hmm, thinking about it, since we're both women, maybe Margareti knows what kind of gifts Miss Koschei likes? Hmm..."

The man thought to himself, since Margarita considers him a friend, it shouldn't be a problem to ask her what kind of gift to give when meeting her online boyfriend for the first time.

However, Margarita was now delirious and asleep in her own bed. So, after thinking it over, Yang Hao decided to take a shower first, and then talk to Miss Koschie about the gift she had sent.

As for when to ask Margarita about this? Hmm...

We'll talk about it next time.

With this in mind, he quietly returned to the bedroom and, amidst Margarita's sound breathing as she slept, took out his clothes. Meanwhile, Miss Koschiché had been spying on what was happening at Yang Hao's house.

She felt she had gathered a lot of information.

A crucial piece of information is that the blood in the vial wasn't Yang Hao's own; it came from a "general store." A general store? Miss Koschie recalled the report Snake Scales had given her when they were still observing him.

The report states that he once entered a shop in an inconspicuous corner of the city's commercial street to buy something. This should have been an ordinary occurrence, but now it seems... what kind of general store would sell blood vials?

No, it's normal for a general store that sells blood to a Sarkaz Blood Demon. The only abnormal thing is, what exactly is this blood that it sells? What could cause a Sarkaz Blood Demon to exhibit a drunken-like state? And judging from her future husband's observation of the Blood Demon's mouth, her canines seem to have changed under the influence of that blood...

...This needs to be figured out. Miss Koschiché frowned, thinking that if that general store could sell this strange blood, then it was only natural that it would sell many other strange things. So she immediately ordered the Scales to search for the general store and investigate its catalog.

Another most important thing...

"【Puppet Stage】...huh? The name of this ability suits its effect perfectly." Miss Koschke chuckled with interest. "Manipulating the people and subordinates as 【puppets】...the Originium Arts inscribed on that statue were also brought about by it? Heh, the potential of this ability seems to be even greater than I imagined. The only problem is, this ability doesn't seem to guarantee your safety..."

Miss Koschke realized that Yang Hao's biggest limitation was that, although he could manipulate people and his subordinates like puppeteers when his ability was activated, he was the most vulnerable link at this moment.

Miss Koschchet, combining previous intelligence, realized that his physical body wasn't enhanced when he used his ability. In other words, if someone killed him while he was using his ability, the ability would become completely useless.

...His safety must be guaranteed. Miss Koschiché had a plan in mind, and then in the next instant, she saw a pair of large hands lift the sculpture up.

"well...?"

Miss Koschke looked at Yang Hao through the eyes of the sculpture, somewhat bewildered, wondering what he was up to.

'I just got this sculpture back, it'd be better to wash it, right? I'm going to take a shower anyway, so I'll just bring it in.'

...This seems like a very strange development.

Miss Koschke blinked, hesitated for a moment, and then did not deactivate her Originium Arts.

Chapter 26

Early on the morning of the 13rd.

When Margarita awoke from her wondrous dream, she felt as if she had never felt better.

"Hmm... this is..."

The blood-sucking urge that used to appear every morning, like an ordinary human craving breakfast, had disappeared. She didn't feel very hungry and felt very energetic. Apart from the fact that the delicious aroma that ordinary people usually eat seemed to be stronger than before, there was nothing strange about it.

Was it because she drank too much of Yang Hao's blood yesterday? She opened her eyes drowsily, thinking that she had only drunk slightly more blood than usual yesterday, so it shouldn't be that she wasn't hungry this morning, right? Ah... maybe it's also because of that bottle of blood?

The bottle of blood Yang Hao gave her yesterday had a strange fragrance, and when mixed with his blood and drunk, it had a wonderfully mellow sweetness. Like a fine wine buried underground and treasured for decades, from the moment her tongue touched the mixed blood, Margarita could not resist the urge to drink it.

She drank the blood in one gulp, and after eating and drinking her fill, she entered a state resembling drunkenness. She recalled the incoherent words she had uttered while lying on top of Yang Hao the day before, and felt her cheeks burning. For a moment, she didn't know how to face him...

And then again, isn't this familiar ceiling version...?

"Whoa?!"

Realizing she was sleeping in his bed, Margarita remained silent for a long time before letting out a pitiful scream. She jumped up from the bed, still wrapped in the blanket, and only after finding her clothes intact did she realize that Yang Hao hadn't actually slept in the same bed as her.

"Margarita?" Yang Hao's voice came from outside the bedroom. "Did you fall off the bed again?"

...Margarita blinked, realizing that what she thought hadn't happened last night.

He didn't even sleep in the same bed with her, nor did they share a room; they slept on the floor together. Suddenly awake, Margarita blinked, panting as she muttered to herself, "My heart needs to calm down," as she placed the blanket on the bed.

"What's going on..." Margarita muttered to herself as she jumped out of bed, found her slippers, put them on, and slowly walked toward the bedroom door, then opened it.

"Yo, good morning." It was Yang Hao. He was wearing an apron, seemingly preparing breakfast. "It's already past 8 o'clock, I'm getting ready for work—here, I've prepared breakfast. Do you want some?"

"I am the Blood Demon... Huh?"

Margarita originally wanted to say that she was a blood demon and couldn't eat the food that ordinary people usually ate—

However, the aroma emanating from the toast Yang Hao was holding stopped Margarita from uttering the complete sentence she was about to say. She inhaled the fragrance, her mouth watering, her eyes wide with disbelief that the bread, which she thought would taste like dry earth, could possess such an enticing flavor.

What... what's going on? Margarita thought for a moment and realized it was definitely related to the blood Yang Hao had given her—

"The vial of blood I gave you will allow you to eat our food normally," Yang Hao explained, as expected. "However, how should I put it? Besides allowing you to eat normally, your desire to drink blood should also be reduced..."

"Ugh?"

Is that so?! So the reason I didn't have the urge to drink blood this morning was because...this?!

Margarita blinked, her gaze shifting between the plate Yang Hao was holding and his face.

Should I... give it a try? Margarita swallowed hard, feeling conflicted... But just then, Yang Hao didn't give her a chance to think it over. He simply sighed, grabbed Margarita's elbow with his free hand, and dragged her towards the living room amidst her panicked gasps.

Yang Hao's home isn't particularly big, strictly speaking. The living room is used as a dining room, but fortunately, the table is large enough to easily fit two people's tableware.

"Sit still—here, have a wet wipe to clean your hands." Yang Hao pressed her into her seat, and calmly wrapped a napkin around Margarita's neck as she stood there helplessly. Then he picked up a pack of wet wipes and placed it in her palm.

"Huh? Sigh..."

"This is ketchup, this is mustard, and this is mayonnaise." He then picked up the three sauces on the table, unwrapped them, and squeezed them into the three dipping dishes. Instantly, the aromas of the red, green, and yellow sauces mingled together, causing Margarita, who was frantically wiping her hands with a wet wipe, to sniffle.

"Ah...uh? Okay, so sour—and pungent, and there's something else..."

"This is fried bacon, this is fried egg, and some lettuce." Before Margarita could fully savor the enticing aromas, Yang Hao brought out the side dishes meant to be eaten with the toast from the kitchen. The fried egg and bacon, cooked on both sides with oil and black pepper, emitted an irresistible fragrance. He didn't place them all on the lettuce, but rather on three separate plates, indicating to Margarita that she could choose her own.

...But to be honest, Margarita has never tried these before...After all, the only normal food she has ever eaten since she was old enough to understand things is blood...Is it too difficult for her to try to combine these foods that normal people usually eat?

She blinked, staring at the dishes on the table, and finally at Yang Hao's hands.

Knowing that Margarita was conflicted, Yang Hao shrugged and simply sat down at the table to eat his own food first.

After carefully observing Yang Hao's actions, Margarita followed suit, awkwardly using tongs to place bacon, fried eggs, and lettuce onto her portion of toast. She then spread some ketchup on top—the familiar red color gave her a sense of security.

Then, she followed suit and placed another piece of bread on top to make a sandwich. After hesitating for a while, Margarita closed her eyes, opened her mouth wide, and put the sandwich in her mouth.

"—!"

The delicious food she tasted for the first time made Margarita unconsciously let out a happy sound. She had never eaten anything like this before! For blood demons, feeding them food other than blood would only result in taste and physiological rejection. In severe cases, they would not only be unable to tolerate the lingering taste in their mouths, but would even unconsciously vomit at the mere smell of normal human food.

But things are different now... Margarita, the Blood Demon, can now eat normal human food!