So I'm a Snake, Who Cares?

And there are snakes like me who try hard but aren't very good.

Obern tasted despair several times while teaching me acting.

Nevertheless, he didn't give up on teaching.

'What is acting? It's about pushing forward.'

'Saat...?'

'If you lose that flow, that rhythm, it's over right there.'

'Sat.'

'I'm only interested in how Mr. Snake pushes forward. Look, your pulse is completely tangled.'

Obern said while pressing his finger on my back.

Is that so, it's tangled?

'Acting is momentum. Momentum.'

I took those words as golden rule.

Just because I fell forward doesn't mean I can stop acting.

So I rolled once, and from that position gave a deep bow.

It's fine.

This much was fine, right?

"Ah, a forward roll!"

If only someone hadn't muttered that from behind.

"Don't worry."

'What?'

"Rolling once while giving a bow is a time-honored imperial traditional etiquette."

No, even so, how can I be this lucky!

'Really?'

"As if. How stupid."

Pelerian laughed heartily.

I was very upset, but I got up very naturally.

"You seem to have some energy."

The young emperor said, as if smiling but not.

I walked slowly.

While scanning ahead.

There, ahead, was another line.

The second line, a golden rope.

No one except the emperor's guards and eunuchs could cross inside that line.

An old man watching me walk with sharp eyes from beside the emperor.

"That bastard is still alive."

An old man who was there even when Pelerian was alive.

He was someone who could wear a sword even in this place.

"Sword Saint Garnerius. That bastard is one of the empire's Three Stars."

The Three Stars doesn't refer to S company.

Meaning three stars, like the kingdom's Eight Heroes, it refers to three powerful individuals recognized in the empire.

By the way, the empire's famous powerful people aren't just the Three Stars.

Three Stars, Seven Seats, Twenty-Four Constellations.

As the empire is big, there are many more strong ones.

Comparing their strength with the Eight Heroes.

The general theory is that people as strong as Chancellor Balanyar are at the Seven Seats level, while relatively weaker heroes are at the Twenty-Four Constellations level.

'He must have been a young man when grandfather was around.'

"He was old even then."

'Gasp!'

Then he must be over 100 years old.

Did his lifespan increase from martial arts training? Though his race clearly looks human.

I was very curious about his status window.

"Don't act rashly."

But I decided to hold back firmly.

Because I could feel wariness even in Pelerian's voice.

"If that bastard feels like it, it would be trivial for him to cut off everyone's heads here in the blink of an eye."

'Yes.'

"Kill your presence. Don't even breathe."

'Yes.'

"I'm hiding the movement of magical energy. So just don't make any signs."

I was touched.

So Pelerian was using such a technique.

Right, then the emperor...

As I got closer, I could see the emperor's face beyond the crown.

A face even younger than I thought.

But those eyes...

'Whew. I'm not scared. I'm not scared.'

Totally snake eyes.

Honestly, I was a bit scared.

Thump thump thump thump.

I could feel my heart beating.

It wasn't the Margrave's heartbeat but my own heart beating.

I thought it might be because of that Sword Saint Garnerius, but it didn't seem so.

This is, um.

...Survival Instinct.

Survival Instinct was telling me.

Not to try anything reckless.

How long has it been since this happened?

This didn't happen even in front of other heroes.

But for the Survival Instinct skill to activate for the emperor who didn't seem particularly strong individually.

I stopped in front of the golden rope.

And the emperor asked.

"If I order the Sword Saint to cut off your head right here."

A voice resonating softly.

"Would you not regret your statement?"

It would be strange to answer right away, right Professor Obern?

I stayed silent for a moment before speaking through the Margrave's mouth.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"I would not regret it."

I bow my head in respect.

The emperor looked at me for a moment.

"...That's the truth."

It is the truth. Why would I regret the Margrave's head being cut off?

And the emperor issued the imperial decree.

"The Solion prince will be handed over to Kadam Kazans of the zoo. The External Vice Minister will be responsible for the prince's safety."

"We receive your command!"

The ministers responded in unison.

The operation was successful.

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Phili was anxious.

Setting aside the snake who was always cheerful anyway, Obern was particularly problematic.

This time, something irreparable had happened.

They had turned an imperial ambassador into an idiot, after all.

Obern woke up screaming "Hyaack!" every morning.

He used to be such a cool professor.

The more time passed, the more his clumsy side seemed to show.

Even as Phili was steeped in anxiety.

The snake finally returned with good news.

'We're going to the zoo!'

Phili hugged the snake shouting "Saaak!" and spun around.

Even the snake teacher who valued authority was excited.

However, Phili also knew that it wasn't such a good thing to hear.

Sure enough.

The kingdom's personnel staying in the empire visited Phili the next day to pay their respects.

"This is humiliation. How could the empire..."

"The zoo? Not the Imperial Academy but the zoo!"

They worried about Phili and acted as if entering the zoo research institution was a great humiliation.

Phili, who didn't agree, could only answer with a forced smile.

"Haha, don't think of it too negatively. What does it matter where I stay? Now when our homeland is at war."

Though it wasn't meant to package himself, people's reactions were different.

"Oh my, to think the prince would grow up so composed."

"I will do my best to serve Your Highness."

They seemed to think the prince was trying hard to be composed.

Not a bad misunderstanding.

"Be careful of that Kadam."

"I hear he's an extremely dangerous person..."

He took that warning seriously.

Being one of the empire's Seven Seats, given his reputation, he didn't seem likely to treat him well just because he was a prince.

And Phili entered the zoo with the snake teacher wrapped around his wrist.

The zoo director was waiting in the director's office.

His first impression was.

'...He's cross-eyed.'

Kadam's two bulging eyes were looking in different directions.

He certainly had an eccentric impression.

He was wearing a thick scarf even though the weather was warm.

"So you're the prince."

Kadam spoke in a tone that was neither polite nor informal.

That's when.

The snake teacher made a fuss.

'Snake. It's a snake!'

'Yes, you're a snake.'

What he meant suddenly wasn't clear.

'Not me, you idiot. That!'

Perhaps referring to Kadam.

And Phili belatedly noticed too.

The black scarf Kadam was wearing.

It wasn't a scarf, but a black rattlesnake. Experience more content on empire

Charrrr.

The rattlesnake shakes its tail.

With such a clearly dangerous rattlesnake around his neck, Kadam said.

"Welcome to the zoo."