My Tutor Is a Snake

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I looked blankly at Haward.

The snake carving, the python my great grandfather saw in the mountains, Haward's snake tail... After putting all the pieces together, I seemed to figure something out.

Haward suddenly moved closer and held the back of my head with his big palm.

I thought he would kiss me, and my heart almost jumped out of my chest.

But he didn't. He only gently held my head and intimately stood in front of me.

In the next second, countless images flooded my mind.

A young man climbed to the top of a mountain in the boundless forest. In front of him was a thick ancient tree.

Something was crawling down from the ancient tree.

It was a huge black python. Its body was several times as thick as an adult's and its black scales were shining in the sun. As it was hiding in the tree leaves, it was impossible to tell its length exactly.

The python lowered its head, opened its huge mouth, and looked at the visitor with incomparable majesty.