I Married the Beautiful Female Protagonist In Order To Survive

63. After This Battle, I’ll Return Home to Get Married

As for Kefir’s thoughts on “coming back stronger and then getting married for a double celebration,” I respected the girl’s privacy and didn’t peek at the script, so I wouldn’t know.

But I’m definitely going to refuse the marriage now: in the script, Kefir is my pillar, not my wife.

With that in mind, plus Neru’s swift action, the three of us took advantage of the night, sneaked out of the Kefir family mansion in a carriage, and dashed all the way, hoping to leave the capital of the Great Ying Empire, within London’s boundaries, before that uncle who was eager to tie me and Kefir together discovered our escape.

After smoothly exiting the inner city under Kefir’s identity, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. And taking advantage of the dawn, as I woke up surrounded by the fragrant scent of the two girls, I asked Kefir a question that mattered a lot to me.

“Kefir, about the marriage your father forcefully demanded, did you leave anything behind to refuse before we left?”

We had to leave evidence; otherwise, according to the script’s development, there would definitely be rumors like “Kefir and I are passionately in love, too young and eager, we couldn’t even wait to get married before going on our honeymoon.”

Hmph, with Kefir’s level of intelligence, since she has already run away, she must have left some evidence as a precaution, right? Hahaha~

“…”

I wanted to be optimistic, but after seeing Kefir’s face, I couldn’t be optimistic at all.

“It has nothing to do with you, right? Don’t ask about my business!”

The way her face turned red was definitely not because Kefir was ashamed of “forgetting,” but because she knew all along and deliberately chose not to do it! By making me run away with you like this, aren’t we giving everyone room for wild guesses?

Immediately after, in order not to let me “speculate wildly,” Kefir hurriedly woke up Nell and started to give us a crash course on the Rosia Empire.

Fine, you’re the boss, whatever you say goes.

As for why you, Kefir, left for a while before leaving last night, who you went to see, and what you said, I’m not going to check the script anymore.

This time, Kefir is heading to the Rosia Empire, located in the northern border, known for its cold climate and sparse population. According to the scheduled itinerary, we should arrive in about a week.

After all, I was once the notorious villain Ojiride, constantly on the run, and having glanced through the script, I’m quite familiar with many aspects of the Rosia Empire. The Rosia Empire, with its harsh and cold climate, reminds me of the Russian people—straightforward, rough, fond of drinking, and quick to start a fight with a bottle in hand.

This martial empire is ruled by a “world-renowned” tyrant—the Great Emperor Ivan of the Rosia Empire. When I was being pursued by his subordinates, the KGB Wolf Cavalry and the Siberian Bear Knights, those Russians dared to fire cannons openly on the streets.

And the academy Kefir is attending—Lubianka Academy—is located in Moscow, the capital of the Rosia Empire. I’m panicking, but there’s nothing I can do; Kefir’s academy is there, so I have no choice but to follow.

While I was reading the script, Kefir finished talking about the Rosia Empire and then sighed.

“Even if I don’t want to admit it, it’s the truth. There are many excellent training methods and techniques in the academies of the Rosia Empire, which is why I chose to study abroad there with Wang Jie’s consent. My teacher is one of the professors at Lubianka Academy, Professor Moriarty, who was originally a genuine ‘genius’ of the Great Ying Empire, but had to move to the Rosia Empire due to… troublesome noble power struggles.”

The genius of the former Great Ying Empire?

Kefir’s description of her teacher grew more vigorous, but I couldn’t be happy about it. After all, could the “teacher” mentioned by the protagonist be just any common extra?

Flipping through the script, I indeed saw what was expected to appear.

【Professor Moriarty will kill Ojiride.】

My heart is undisturbed, even somewhat accustomed to it. Anyway, as long as I stick to Kefir like a shadow, the things in the script, that is, the professor, won’t be able to kill me, right?

I had no reaction, but Kefir, after a round of praise, turned her gaze to me.

What now, boss? This time I didn’t sit with Nell, but next to you!

“Ojiride.”

“?”

Kefir looked a bit unhappy, but this time I really didn’t understand.

“My teacher, Professor Moriarty, although she’s of an age to be a mentor, looks very young, no different from an ordinary little girl.”

Hmm! But what does that have to do with me, the cold-hearted villain Ojiride?

“You better not put on a lecherous face when the time comes.”

“…”

My silence, along with Nell’s puzzled look across from me, prompted Kefir to press further.

“I remember you said that the Rosia Empire is full of ‘midgets.’ Do you have a thing for them? You better not have any crooked thoughts about the professor, or you won’t need me to intervene; the professor herself could throw you into the sea.”

What else could I say…

“I’m not, I didn’t, I never thought about it.”

Besides, Kefir, if you’re really jealous, then whether I die in the script doesn’t matter anymore, why don’t we just turn around, go home, and get married?

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Chapter 63.5 Her Majesty the Queen Acts First, Reports After (End of Volume)

Unlike the barbaric and shameless nation known for its hooliganism—the Rossiya Empire—the Great Ying Empire boasts a much longer history, abundant talents, and magical prowess, truly an empire where the sun never sets. Succession to the throne is a given, but unlike the Rossiya Empire’s method of “whichever prince or princess can fight their way to the top gets the throne,” the Great Ying Empire’s succession is determined by lineage and a more elusive “strength.”

Thus, the current queen is Louise IV—a girl deemed by the former queen as the most likely to make the Great Ying Empire great again.

At this moment, in a parliament filled with ministers and high-ranking nobles, the Lower House representing the people and the Upper House representing the noble and royal classes are both in session for the Queen’s Council, which both must attend.

That said, in reality, Louise IV feels that this is essentially a “press conference” where she announces her decisions for everyone to carry out. Who wouldn’t single-heartedly support the idol queen who is kind to the common folk and even holds official concerts? As for the nobility…

“Now then, let’s move on to the next item.”

Louise IV, seated on the throne, claps her hands with an expectant look: “Count Glamorgan, I tasked you with the seizure of the assets of the noble Louise XXIII. How is that proceeding? I gave you the Imperial Inspectorate; you can’t fail me~”

“It’s done, although it’s done…”

Count Glamorgan wipes the sweat from his forehead incessantly, like a student called out by the teacher, with no other reaction than fear of failing, while the other nobles breathe a sigh of relief as if a burden has been lifted.

“I dare to ask Your Majesty: the seizure is indeed complete, but… on what grounds did we seize the assets of the Louise XXIII family? They are… somewhat related to you, aren’t they?”

“Hmm~ But such distant relatives, akin to the seventh aunt’s eighth aunt’s ninth aunt, are in name only.”

Indeed, in Louise IV’s view, Louise XXIII claimed the “Louise” name only to exploit the royal title for personal gain. In contrast, Kefir, who is unwilling to take the title, and herself are the true cousins.

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“As for the reason, Count Glamorgan, would you like to hear it?”

“Ah… no, your servant, I have no objections!”

Count Glamorgan, frightened, immediately sits back down.

“No worries, I’ll say it anyway, after all, I can’t let everyone think I’m a dictator. The reason for the seizure of Louise XXIII’s assets~ Hmm…”

Louise IV smiles brightly, “There isn’t one yet~”

The assembly falls silent, as the nobles and members of parliament who often interact with Her Majesty know when to play dead.

“But, there will be one soon.”

The queen’s words are like a prophecy, and in the next instant, the Imperial Inspectorate, cloaked in white, bursts through the doors.

“Your Majesty, Miss Kefir has safely returned and is currently testing her increased strength. Additionally, the noble Louise XXIII is suspected of cheating in a duel and retaliating against Miss Kefir. She has been subdued and brought back by us, now imprisoned! Here are the details!”

Everyone present shudders, their mouths opening and closing like fish out of water.

And Louise IV, bouncing with joy, takes the envelope from the Inspectorate’s hands without opening it, and with a radiant smile, looks at everyone.

“See, the reason has already arrived, hasn’t it? Count Glamorgan, make sure the seizure is thorough~ Perhaps push some books on the shelf, you might just find a secret chamber filled with treasures~”

“I… I will definitely remember this!”

Even a fool knows what the queen’s words imply: that the family of Louis XXIII indeed hid a treasury, and the bookshelf is the switch! The Count of Glamorgan no longer intends to plead for them.

“Attacking my cousin Kefir, even the royal family cannot condone. Everyone, prepare your propaganda methods and announce this matter throughout the Great Ying Empire, hoping other nobles will take heed. With that, the council is adjourned, oh my—I’m a bit tired.”

With those words, Louis IV picked up his parasol and left, and the rest silently and orderly exited the scene.

Without the queen, even if the council discussed something earth-shattering, it wouldn’t count for anything; everyone is just the queen’s servant. Phew, but as long as one doesn’t make idiotic mistakes, the queen’s demands are very lenient—who wouldn’t want to be such a “servant”?

Leaving the council, Louis IV walked the path from the council back to his own sleeping quarters.

Around him, only a member of the patrol team clad in a white robe followed.

“Your Majesty, this is the weapon Louis XXIII used to launch the attack.”

“A musket, huh…”

Louis IV took the “thing” handed over by the other party, “It was just an experiment before, but now it’s already good enough to be given as a gift. It seems that the Russian S** is indeed a bit clever. Kefir is alright, isn’t she?”

“No, and she has made a breakthrough. At least in terms of magical power, she is now at the seventh-tier standard.”

“Hmm, that’s slightly suspicious~”

“Kefir?”

“No, I mean that priest, sir—it has nothing to do with you~”

With a smile, a turn, Louis IV stopped in his tracks.

“Louis XXIII got the weapon from the Russians to attack Kefir, but that alone is not enough. Although I didn’t have much hope for XXIII, it’s still quite troubling. I need you to help me find some other excuses.”

“You should set off now, you’re not going to meet Kefir right away, are you? My genius of the Great Ying Empire, you must guide her well. By the way, investigate a little matter for me~”

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