SO I'M A SNAKE, WHO CARES?

The Sword Saint handed over just one of the six claws that were promised.

“Be satisfied with this.”

And with that, the Crown Prince shut his mouth tight.

Should I assassinate him?

This narrow-minded bastard.

At that moment, 1 stack of grudge against the Empire accumulated within me.

We had no choice but to accept just that one and withdraw.

==

After Obern Grimoire left.

Only the Crown Prince and the Sword Saint remained in the Porcelain Room.

The Crown Prince lay down at length.

“I like this room.”

“…The previous Emperor liked it too.”

“Garnerius. How many generations of Emperors have you served?”

Then, the Crown Prince pondered deeply.

“Four generations. Just how old are you?”

And again, he didn’t wait for an answer but pondered deeply.

As if rummaging through memories.

“Incredibly old.”

“Yes.”

“While Emperors have such short lifespans, their imperial guards live so long. Isn’t that truly disloyal?”

Others might have trembled at the Crown Prince’s remark.

But the Sword Saint merely chuckled.

“You jest, you frivolous sir.”

The Crown Prince spoke like an old man.

Then he soon clutched his head.

“Damn it all. My speech comes out like shit.”

“Your Highness. Such language is unbecoming of your dignity.”

“What dignity? Sim Yuje, that bastard, dumped me outside and raised me. Blame him.”

Sim Yuje hid the existence of his son.

There would be several reasons for that, but in any case, the prince grew up without mother or father.

All while being confined in a secluded mansion in a remote mountainous area.

“But…”

The Crown Prince’s gaze changed strangely.

Though his face was youthful, his eyes looked as old as rocks.

“Heaven is also cruel. To think my father was hiding such a secret…”

He never learned imperial etiquette either.

He only trained his body to the extreme.

Beneath the ceremonial robes he wore was a perfectly trained body, pulsating with abundant magical power.

“Su Wangje, Sim Yuje…”

The Crown Prince called the Sword Saint “old,” but.

In reality, he himself might be the older one.

“If they were all ‘me’…”

The moment Sim Yuje died.

The Crown Prince, who was training his body in the mansion, collapsed with a seizure as if struck by lightning.

There was no one to take care of him.

He twitched on the floor all day, drooling and crying.

The next day, when his mind had settled.

And the numerous memories had organized in his brain.

The Sword Saint came looking for him.

Saying, ‘Your Majesty, I’ve come to escort you.’

“I think it’s a cruel fate.”

That’s what the Sword Saint said.

Yes.

An Emperor doesn’t die even when he dies.

More precisely, his memories and knowledge are passed down to his eldest son.

Very few people knew that secret.

Just the Three Stars including the Sword Saint, and among officials, only the Prime Minister.

However, Oban VanKloss and Cherin Ferang also discovered that secret.

That’s why they attempted assassination now, when it’s believed the Emperor has no children.

The words the Emperor whispered to Cherin Ferang, who came to assassinate him, were:

‘I already have a son.’

From that point, the assassination was already a failure.

“But I must accept it. At least my mind tells me so.”

Hundreds of years of knowledge inside his head.

It felt both close and distant.

“Oh, and by the way.”

The Crown Prince recalled Obern and that snake he had just seen.

“That snake. It has evolved.”

“Yes, it seems to have evolved into a powerful monster.”

“Didn’t you say it had intelligence?”

“That’s certain.”

“The incident at the zoo previously might have also been largely due to that snake’s activities.”

Now that the snake has entered the Emperor’s sight again.

“It’s worth researching.”

“Shall we capture it?”

“Do so. Examine it, even dissect it.”

That was the moment the snake’s fate was decided.

Even knowing it was Obern’s familiar, he didn’t care about Obern’s wishes at all.

“Hmm.”

Suddenly the Sword Saint spoke up.

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“I will capture it personally.”

“The snake? For something like that?”

“Somehow it’s a monster that concerns me.”

The Sword Saint declared he would take action personally.

“Do as you wish.”

The new Emperor approved.

And Obern and the snake had no idea of the fate that awaited them.

==

‘Wow! This room is amazing!’

The Crown Prince gave Obern and me a room in the Imperial Palace.

It seemed to be a room where envoys from other kingdoms usually stay.

It was that luxurious, a high-end room displaying the Empire’s wealth.

‘There’s even a bath!’

The room came with a bathroom.

Right now, Obern was using the bathroom first.

While I don’t like swimming, I love baths. I’ll go in after Obern comes out.

The bed was also very soft, so Isil and I jumped around on it playing.

“Ohh, so nice.”

Then Obern finished his bath and came out.

“I was quite startled. A maid suddenly came in offering to help with my bath.”

“Shocking!”

“I declined because Daisy wouldn’t like it.”

What a great man, Obern.

Now it’s my turn.

I quickly went into the bathroom.

It wasn’t a very large room, but in the center was a large stone bathtub.

I immersed myself in it.

The hot water temperature made my whole body tingle with warmth.

I’m not sure if this is okay for a cold-blooded animal, but.

“Seuhhh.”

I let out an old man-like groan.

Ah, it feels good.

It felt like all the tension in my body was lazily melting away.

We shouldn’t have any more problems now.

Though I should stop the Emperor from bothering Nanaluk.

I enjoyed swimming and playing in the bathtub.

And then something occurred to me.

The Luck Incense that Oliver had used and left behind.

About one-third remained, I think.

I confirmed with my own eyes how amazing its effect was.

As I was thinking about how to use it, I took it out.

‘Huh?’

The Luck Incense, which had been a vivid red color, had changed to a dark red color.

“Oh my.”

Pelerian seemed to notice the change too.

And then he said something shocking.

The magical power is dispersing?

‘What? What do you mean?’

“Since it was burned once. It looks like the effect will disappear by tomorrow.”

“Noooo!”

How could this be.

Is it the same principle as opened food having a shorter shelf life?

‘What should I do?’

“What else? Either throw it away or use it.”

‘Should I use it now?’

“You should.”

Using it would be better than throwing it away.

I’m not sure what kind of luck will come my way if I light the incense in the bathroom.

Maybe a very beautiful white snake will come in through the window?

I had no choice but to light the incense.

A pleasant fragrance spread.

Nothing happened.

I held it in my mouth until the ashes of the incense fell off.

‘What a waste. I could have used it at a better time.’

As I was feeling a bit regretful at that moment.

Knock knock.

Someone knocked.

It wasn’t the door connected to the bedroom, but the one used by servants.

I couldn’t say ‘Don’t come in!’

So the door swung open.

I quickly put the incense I was holding into my mouth and dove underwater.

The incense was burning in my mouth.

Thanks to my heat resistance, it wasn’t that hot.

Step, step.

The sound of a servant walking around echoed.

It would be a bit embarrassing if they caught me bathing…

While I was thinking that.

Click.

There was a sound of something operating.

And suddenly the bathwater began to swirl.

Gururururk!

‘Uh, uhhh!’

The water was draining out.

And at a very fast rate.

I could see the drain below opening.

And I was sucked right into the drain.

‘This is the Luck Incense?!’

What an absurd thing.

‘Lucky?!’

I was sucked down the drain with the slippery bathwater, gulp.

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