I Married the Beautiful Female Protagonist In Order To Survive

10. My Wife Can’t Possibly Be a Slacker

Reading the script to cheer up Letty, the standard furry midget, is just to ensure that there’s no “one shot killed me” type of information in her BOSS script, not because I’m fickle, looking from the bowl to the pot.

I have only one thigh to cling to, and that’s Miss Kefir, the universe’s invincible, number one proud daughter of heaven.

So, after confirming that Letty’s script was just “angry,” I immediately found an excuse to ditch her, planning to catch up with Kefir. However, the real protagonist doesn’t want to see me, what script could a mere villain like me have to go and comfort her?

As expected, after an afternoon of futile effort, and returning to the dormitory exhausted, I clearly saw Kefir’s current script.

[Kefir is jealous because of Letty’s appearance, temporarily avoiding Ogelid.]

This can’t go on!

I, Ogelid, am but an accessory to Kefir’s leg, alive as her person, dead as her ghost. I’m only clinging to her for survival, I wouldn’t dare dream of “eating swan meat,” but I can’t let the white swan fly away unhappy, can I?

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Moreover, I, familiar with the script, know that “jealousy” often leads to troublesome developments, the cliché of the jealous party encountering a crisis. My role is to lead Kefir, the protagonist, on the royal road to advancement—to level up, not to accompany her in some third-rate nighttime soap opera. I absolutely can’t drag Kefir into that kind of script.

So, the next day.

Thinking I must explain immediately, after making myself up in what I consider a “handsome, dashing, charming” manner, I arrived early at the office of Kefir’s mentor—Professor Moriarty.

In the office, filled with the scent of books and smoke, the legal midget Professor Moriarty naturally sat at her desk, not surprised by my arrival, even in the mood to joke with me.

“Isn’t this Lord Kefir’s fiancé? Coming early in the morning to find your beloved, how youthful. Would you like coffee or tea?”

At a time like this, who has the mood to join you for tea!

“Hasn’t Kefir arrived yet!?”

At this point, I can’t even care about the possibility that the midget professor’s script might still include “killing me,” and I subconsciously ask about Kefir’s whereabouts.

Could it be because she’s still sulking and jealous, she doesn’t even want to see me today!? I can’t let the protagonist be jealous! So even though Kefir’s place is definitely in the female dormitory area, I still have to look at the script and find a way to “sneak in” and explain to her.

However, just as I was about to check the script, Professor Moriarty seemed quite relaxed.

“What, had a fight? If that’s the case, you needn’t worry. Kefir is in good spirits, not here because today is her day for the advancement exam. She has enough credits, just waiting to pass the written test to advance within the academy. But to prevent professors from covering for their own students, the written test has always been administered by other professors.”

Phew~

After listening to Professor Moriarty’s smiling explanation, I breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought so. Kefir, a genius beauty known for her intellect and grace, couldn’t possibly be sulking over baseless jealousy. It turns out she was in a rush to “level up,” and I shouldn’t be so clueless as to disturb her.

“Feeling relieved?”

“Cough cough!”

After an awkward cough, I felt a bit embarrassed about my clingy behavior. As the protagonist, Kefir wouldn’t be distracted by an exam, a mere “prelude to a quest.” To cheer up the big shot, I’d better check the script and think of a way to celebrate.

With that in mind, I flipped through the script.

However…

What flooded my mind was starkly different from what I expected!

[Kefir failed the leveling-up exam.]

What…

“Mr. Priest, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing… at all.”

I immediately reined in my surprise, especially with Moriarty, who had the “kill me” script, watching me closely!

It’s inconceivable for Kefir to “flunk” an exam! She’s the main character, not some single-celled girl who only knows how to wield weapons. It’s impossible that Kefir’s jealousy caused her failure; I refuse to believe she’d be so Mary Sue as to let such pettiness affect her performance.

There’s only one other possibility.

[Kefir’s exam was tampered with, altered to include unfamiliar content!]

Someone’s been playing dirty!

And if we’ve recently offended some villain in the “protagonist group”…

[The supervisor for Kefir’s exam was Rasputin.]

Of course, it was Rasputin, that Russian! It must be because I had to oppose him to appease Letty, which led to his increased dissatisfaction with us, and now his revenge plot has reached Kefir!

This is troublesome! And I even feel a bit guilty! Kefir’s path to leveling up should have been smooth sailing, and I’m supposed to assist her, not cause her script to suffer because of my reckless actions!

“Professor Moriarty, when and where is Kefir’s exam?”

Looking further, the script only had vague details left. Out of options to prevent the script from unfolding into “Kefir failing,” I had to turn to Moriarty for help!

“Why do you ask?”

“To help!”

Did I say something wrong? Moriarty looked at me, somewhat surprised.

“I’m well aware of Kefir’s grades, she won’t…”

But before she could finish, the legal midget squinted her eyes, chuckled softly after a moment, and muttered something cryptic.

“I see…”

“Professor?”

“Kefir is in Rasputin’s classroom, Block A on the first floor. Go find her yourself, and… take my ID with you, or you’ll be stopped.”

As she spoke, Moriarty snapped her fingers and tossed me a card. I didn’t even have time to thank her; the urgency of the script was already propelling me out the door.

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Ivan Letty’s illustrations have been updated, check out the first volume. By the way, the cover has changed too.