Refine, I Must Refine!

In the early morning, dappled golden sunlight streamed into the room through the window. The sound of the doorknob turning came from inside. Samael sensed something, opened his eyes, and sat up in bed with a yawn.

Outside the door, a figure with emerald green horns, wearing a bright yellow apron, and with blue hair and starry eyes came to the bedside, pressed the ancient snake's head into its arms, patted it gently to soothe it, and hummed a lullaby.

Half-asleep and half-awake, the ancient snake was almost suffocating. In its frantic struggle, the characteristics of the contact surfaces it had been trying to understand through its senses surfaced in its mind.

"Ah, the fever has gone down."

At the same time, a gentle pat on the head and a soft, magnetic whisper echoed in his ear.

To check if a fever has subsided, is it possible to use a chest temperature measurement method?

Samael's mind went blank for a moment, and he couldn't help but mentally rant and rave.

When he finally managed to break free from this overwhelming infatuation, his blinking, purplish-red starry eyes met those of the patient on the bed.

"To celebrate your recovery, I've prepared some ingredients. What would you like to eat this morning, Samael?"

Gu She subconsciously peered through the half-open door at the hall and kitchen, her expression instantly freezing.

All I could see were purplish-red blood plasma and bits of flesh smeared wantonly on the once pristine floor tiles.

The lion-shaped, ferocious head lay discarded to one side, blood dripping from the severed neck...

The sea monster-like, tentacle-like soft-bodied creature was stuffed entirely into the soup pot. With a struggle from the creature, the lid was slightly pried open...

It has thick, reddish-brown striped meat on its hind legs, which is being smoked, and next to it hangs a three-legged Uridimmu...

Even worse, a giant, purplish-red snake, its forehead swollen with a large bump, clearly knocked unconscious, its mouth stuffed with an apple, its body smeared with sauce, its twisted form arranged in a heart shape, was placed in the oven...

"Titi... Tiamat ..."

"I... I don't think I'm hungry..."

Samael's Adam's apple bobbed violently, cold sweat poured from his forehead, and he subconsciously shook his head with a dry laugh, his thoughts becoming increasingly chaotic.

"Eat! You have to eat!"

"How can I recover my health if I don't eat more?"

At this moment, a young lady wearing a red trench coat, with her blonde hair tied up with black bows on both sides, peeked her head out from outside the door, her bright red eyes gazing at Samael on the bed with a smile.

"Yes, yes!"

"Hurry up! I can't wait to see you start eating!"

On the other side of the door, the black-haired, red-eyed twins grinned as they ladled a bowl of bubbling, purplish-red stuff from the sea monster's tentacle pot, eagerly handing this bio-weapon to the blue-haired, star-eyed head of the family by the bedside.

"Ah, open your mouth..."

At this moment, Tiamat, with a blank and innocent expression, picked up a spoon, filled it with the purplish-red sea monster soup, and put it into his mouth.

Screech! Screech!

But the stainless steel spoon started smoking and turning black in the air at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even melted. Samael broke out in a cold sweat, his mind racing, his consciousness fading rapidly before he quickly regained it.

"Etc!"

"I also want to remember how I fought off the monster horde and saved Anna from the Gorgon!"

"Anna! What about Anna?!"

The ancient snake's eyes were darting around in a panic, its tone hurried, and its gaze darting about.

"Anna? Isn't she just...?"

The twin heiresses, with black hair and red eyes, wore a malicious smile on their pretty faces. They pressed down with their fingers and grabbed a corner of Samael's blanket, then suddenly yanked it off.

"... Here!"

The ancient snake instinctively looked down and saw a purple mass scattered under the blanket.

That face, a blend of Gorgon's mature charm and the innocent innocence of Young Goddess Form, was slowly rising from a certain indescribable part.

Immediately, the forked tongue emerged from the sandalwood mouth, sensing the scent while searching downwards once more.

At the same time, several sinister gazes focused on him, filled with indescribable terror, and his body froze instantly.

"Anna... Anna! No!"

A sharp, mournful cry echoed through the Sumer- style room. The patient, his hands instinctively grabbing at something, sat up in shock.

Huh? Is this the Uruk Embassy?

It was a dream! Thank goodness it was just a dream!

After a moment, Samael's blurry vision gradually made out the familiar scenery around him. Samael, whose shock had subsided, finally breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the headboard, wiping away his cold sweat.

"Samael, you're awake!"

Immediately, the petite girl who had been dozing in the corner of the bed hurriedly got up and rushed into Samael's arms, repeatedly murmuring words of relief.

"You didn't... that's great... that's great..."

The ancient snake stiffened for a moment, then steadied itself, raised its hand to cover the little girl's head, and gently stroked it to comfort her.

"No more... no more..."

After finally calming the child down, Samael looked out the window at the rising sun, gently brushed away the tear stains on Anna's cheek with his fingers, and asked softly.

How long was I unconscious?

"It's been three days..."

The purple-haired loli stood up slightly, still feeling lingering fear as she recalled the events.

"Although Samael's bleeding had stopped, he was breathing very weakly, as if he could die at any moment."

"Moreover, because the Gorgon fled, the monster tide also began to retreat."

"If Merlin and Sister Siduri hadn't arrived with the priestly procession, I'm afraid..."

Samael gently patted Anna's head, which was hanging low with some self-reproach, and showed a comforting smile.

"As long as there's no problem, look at me, I'm doing just fine, aren't I?"

Then, the ancient serpent paused, its eyes flickering slightly.

"Anna, tell me honestly, what was my situation when Merlin and Siduri arrived?"

"The fractured portion has largely regenerated, but it shows little reaction to the outside world, and its heartbeat is very weak..."

Samael breathed a sigh of relief, his tense nerves relaxing.

This situation is similar to snakes hibernating to reduce energy consumption. The reason is probably that they use their immortality to regenerate, which consumes too much energy and physical strength.

He would automatically fall into a coma in order to maintain a minimum level of vital functions.

Based on the herbal taste in his mouth and the shattered crystal powder around the bed, it was clear that the Uruk medical team had given him plenty of supplements during his recovery period.

In this way, the secret of the Immortal Herb within him was preserved.

In other words, no one knows the true origin of his being a "snake".

Well, this makes it easier to take over the execution of the plan, which is a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

As the ancient snake frowned, pondering its next move, it noticed Anna sitting by the bed, her face contorted with worry, her fingers twisting the sheets.

His heart skipped a beat, and he asked the question urgently.

"What else?"

The purple-haired loli gave Samael a strange look at first, then blushed and hummed softly.

"When Merlin and Siduri arrived, you were completely naked..."

Samael's face was stiff, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Uh, let's not even talk about this kind of public display of affection.

But...

A strange feeling stirred within the ancient snake. It slightly lifted the blanket, checked the length several times, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as it hasn't shrunk, that's fine; it's related to future sexual happiness.

Besides, your curiosity is just too strong.

Samael gazed longingly toward the bedside. The little girl, her face flushed and seemingly obscuring her view, peered curiously through the gaps between her fingers, her lips twitching slightly.

I said, during the time the patient was in a coma, you didn't do anything strange or weird, which led to my erotic dream, did you?

Cough cough, a nightmare! Absolutely a nightmare!

The ancient snake coughed dryly, lowered its head, its old face flushed, and muttered to itself.