After being forced to step down, the once-annoying nun eloped with me.

"Seriously. Anyway, you're not only more successful than me, but you're also in a higher position now, and you'll be the main force fighting against the demons next—we've come this far, I've even sent some of the Sirens to the continent of Elusia, so it's not unreasonable for you to lend me a little blood when we're drinking, right?"

"But—sigh...okay. I don't know how to do it. You decide."

Looking at the self-destructive Margarita in front of him, Yang Hao lowered his head and sighed, saying: That's true.

Considering that he indeed intends to make Ysgard a member of the United Nations, to be the leader in dealing with demons, and to ensure that Ysgard doesn't perish too quickly during future demonic invasions, it's imperative that he gain primary control over Ysgard...

Giving up a little blood doesn't seem like a big deal. Let's just consider it a small, insignificant price to pay when we buy Ysgard in the future.

He resigned himself to his fate, placing his right hand flat on the table. As long as Miss Margarita didn't suck his neck and wrist, and it was just his fingertips, he wouldn't lose too much.

Having obtained Yang Hao's permission, a hint of joy flashed in Margarita's eyes. Suppressing the urge to unleash her [charm], she shakily stood up from her chair.

She walked to Yang Hao's side with a glass of red wine filled to the brim, and then gently lifted Yang Hao's right hand.

brush--

After setting down the wine glass, her fingernails resembled a sharp dagger. With just a slight swipe, Yang Hao felt a subtle pain in the tip of his right index finger.

Looking up, she saw drops of scarlet blood dripping from her fingertips, staining the already bright red wine with a strange deep red hue, and causing Miss Margarita's face to inexplicably begin to flush slightly.

"...Vampires need their own saliva to heal their wounds—hiccup...So Yang Hao, don't misunderstand later..."

"I wouldn't have known if you hadn't told me! Now that you've mentioned it, I've definitely misunderstood!"

"Hiccup... Consider it—consider it payment for your drinks."

The drunk, mature woman in a black dress slowly squatted down.

In order to make it easier for her to touch her fingers with her mouthparts, she had to lower herself to a position slightly lower than the table.

Then, after revealing a deep, secluded valley to Yang Hao, Margarita opened her mouth.

In a daze, Yang Hao subconsciously thought that the vampire's tiger teeth were only a little longer than those of humans, nothing special.

But then, he suddenly felt a slippery, moist sensation on the wound on his fingertip. He could feel his fingers touching a smooth tongue and sticky saliva, but what surprised him even more was the suction from his fingertip.

Is it necessary to do this if it's just for healing?

Yang Hao looked up at the ceiling in a daze, and in the next instant, the inexplicable comfort and pleasure coming from his fingers almost made his brain shut down.

what is this?

"hiss--"

Yang Hao wanted to get to the bottom of this.

But they discovered that Miss Margarita seemed to have already finished.

Although there was still a thin saliva connecting her lips to her fingers, her fingers had indeed stopped bleeding.

If we disregard the unparalleled comfort that had just penetrated to the very core of his being, which felt like a hallucination, Yang Hao might simply have considered it an ordinary accident.

"...Thank you for your blood."

Miss Margarita smiled strangely. She squatted down and then downed the red wine mixed with Yang Hao's blood in one gulp.

She got up and returned to her seat. But when she walked, she inexplicably started to tremble.

"...But indeed...I should...rest. Let's conclude today's meeting here. Before I leave, please allow me to sign today's contract..."

"...That would be perfect. Shall we discuss more in-depth matters later?"

"Tomorrow. Let's talk properly tomorrow... hiccup."

Margarita quickly signed her name. After confirming that everything was correct, Yang Hao also signed his name.

While signing, he deliberately observed his recently injured finger—it had indeed returned to its original state. Not to mention that it had bled before, if you wiped it clean with a handkerchief now, even the most exquisite elf wouldn't be able to tell what had happened to it.

In a sense, the vampires' healing abilities seem somewhat terrifying... He swallowed hard, decided to leave today's secret behind, and took his leave.

He walked very fast. Not only because he needed to hurry and confirm the arrangements with Fen and the others, but more importantly, he felt a little guilty.

Although the vampire lady said it was just a transaction, who knows what her fellow countrywoman really thinks?

And more than Margarita's secret, Yang Hao was indeed more concerned about the arrangements for returning home and reuniting with Teresa tonight...

So he ran away as fast as he could.

They were left in the meeting room.

Miss Margarita lay on the table, trembling, her face strangely flushed, emitting a muffled groan. Then, through gritted teeth, she angrily denounced yet another of Gaia's evil deeds:

"Gaia?! Your compatibility can't be like this... it can't be?! Who the hell would make 'compatibility' like the kind of thing you only see in those smutty doujinshi drawn by Japanese otaku who're living a pretty good life?! You can't do this!"

"Oh? I thought you two would definitely become husband and wife, so—"

"Then cancel it now?! Do you really want to see me embarrass myself?!"

This time, the world did not stand still.

She looked up, her face flushed with embarrassment, at the crow that had inexplicably lost many feathers.

If Margarita weren't so paralyzed by Yang Hao's blood that she would have loved to stew the crow.

This was especially true after seeing the crow's utterly innocent expression.

"Impossible, impossible—I could have modified you when I created you, but now that you're all born, what can I do...sigh. But Margarita, really, if you had used charm when you were sucking blood, you would have taken them down already, right?"

"I'm not that kind of person!!"

"Hehe, you seem to be doing quite well. Never mind, just call me if you need any help, but I need to rest for a while... ugh. The girls in my family are useless; in the end, I, a lonely deity, have to do all the work... This world is going to the dogs!"

"Have you no shame?! You didn't do anything, did you?!"

Margarita chased the crows away, cursing as she leaned on the table and against the wall as she left the conference room.

But she soon turned back.

He gritted his teeth and used a towel he could find anywhere to wipe away the intermittent wet marks on the floor to avoid being misunderstood by the maids who came to clean later.

Margarita couldn't help but scold herself—why hadn't she thought of using [Charm]?

Ugh!

With a splitting headache, she thought, "I hope I'll have another chance."

On the other side...

Yang Hao, who had been teleported back to the Purple Robe Palace, obediently knelt on the bed, enduring the stern scrutiny of his wife, who had been starving for months. At the same time, his wife grabbed his right index finger and questioned him:

"Tell me! How did you hurt your finger? Did Fen send you to a dangerous place?"

"that..."

How can this be explained?

Yang Hao chuckled dryly, and finally decided to explain the matter of his fellow villager to his beloved wife.

After all, she's his wife; he can't hide it from her.

Chapter 1: [Negotiations Failed] - 8K

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January 3, 007 in the Imperial Calendar.

all in all.

Yang Hao and Teresa had actually gotten up in the early morning.

Because of their recent separation, neither of them wanted to part again too soon—in order to have more time together, they both pretended to be still resting in bed.

However, even the most tender moments have their limits—otherwise, not only will Teresa's work not be completed today, but Yang Hao will also be unable to explain himself to the jealous elf lady and the goddess mother.

So after playing around in bed for a while, they started talking about recent events as they got dressed.

"So... if you really want Isgard to become a part of our United Nations, you'd better step up your efforts. Especially if, as you say, the power of the demons is beyond our imagination and we can only [avoid] it."

Teresa muttered to herself as she put on the dress, and after helping her into the elaborate gown, Yang Hao stroked her white hair and sighed.

"I know. But how exactly to do it is another good question."

"Aren't you from the same hometown as her?"

"But no matter what, I met her way too late, didn't I? Even though we're from the same hometown, we don't really have that deep a relationship..."

"Hmph, you were clearly drinking together, weren't you?"

"That's work."

"Hmph, you can't tell, but I can!"

Theresa turned around, grinned mischievously, and tapped Yang Hao's nose hard before kissing him.

The intimate touch of their lips made Yang Hao forget his work fatigue for a moment. But then his wife suddenly tightened his tie, reminding him that his work was just around the corner.

Theresa wasn't too angry about what happened between Yang Hao and Margarita.

But it's not to say she wouldn't feel angry—after all, Teresa was a wife, a proud woman, and... a little girl who could also feel jealous.

The fact that Yang Hao hadn't been home much in the past few months was already enough to bother Teresa. She had heard that during the New Year, little Anna's occasional tantrums and desire to see her father had already given Theresa and Natalia a headache... But then Yang Hao's first visit home brought her such a big "surprise"—how could Theresa not feel wronged and a little angry?

However, she had made up for those negative emotions through their intimate moments last night. But—she still felt a little angry.

That's just how women are. Once they get jealous, they wish they could even take away their husband's position as "mother"—although Teresa hadn't gone that far, Margarita's status as a "fellow countrywoman" still made her incredibly jealous.

Ugh.

Before leaving, Yang Hao gave his beloved wife one last hug.

"Please say hello to Natalia and Anna for me. Let me know immediately if anything happens."

"Okay, okay. You have to come home safe and sound, understand?"

"Ah."

Theresa patted Yang Hao on the back and then kicked him out of the room.

......

When Yang Hao returned to Isgard, it was already past 7 a.m.

Fen and the others were already up and getting ready for breakfast. Seeing Yang Hao return, clutching his bottom, the little sprite said sarcastically, "Who told him not to take me back with him?"

"See, you've suffered, haven't you?"