I Married the Beautiful Female Protagonist In Order To Survive

17. I Predicted Your Prediction’s Prediction

In this world under the script, ‘fourth-tier’ strength roughly translates to being able to face off against a hundred or so small fries and still strut around with ease.

With the force of this captain’s punch, my head would have had to move house or at least take a serious beating. So…

I stepped back to dodge.

“What the heck!?”

The giant was stunned, his punch missing its mark. He stood there, puzzled, looking at his hands as if they weren’t hands at all, but rather a pair of spicy chicken feet.

Then, amidst the snickers of his team members, in a fit of retaliation and to cover up his ‘mistake’, he furiously drew the knight squad’s broadsword.

“You’re lucky! I’ll grant you a quick end!”

Martial artists are naturally adept with the blade, not to mention the leader of the local knights. A single strike from him, and it’s not just about being cleaved in half and meeting your maker instantly—even a brush with the sword’s fierce wind could leave one disfigured! In a flash, the sword was swung, and under the envious and astonished gazes of the other members, it fiercely descended upon where I stood!

【Boom!】

Then, the floor shattered, lights swayed chaotically, and I…

Took another step back, unscathed. The leader missed his mark, hacking at loneliness.

This time, not even a snicker could be heard in the room; only I continued to clumsily wield that… what’s-it-called, contract magic.

“Hey, hey, hey! Is the signal bad or something? What? You’re coming back? I’ll try to hold on a bit longer!”

After saying all this, I plopped down on the sofa, heaving a long sigh of relief.

My savior is almost back—I’m not scared at all, even finding the mood to mock.

“Leader? Why aren’t you chopping anymore? Run out of mana for Phantom Sword Dance?”

The leader’s massive figure leaped up, then leaned back.

Dragon Extra, standing by, was not pleased.

“What are you playing at!? Took his money to act in my place!?”

“Lord Dragon Extra, it’s this kid who’s playing tricks!”

“What tricks? Just chop him down and be done with it! Can he grow a second head!?”

“It’s because I can’t hit him!”

The leader’s nervous complaints left Dragon Extra momentarily agape, “I was going all out just now! Any normal person… would’ve been split in two!”

Dragon Extra finally sensed some “danger.” The moment his gaze fixed on me, his body hastily retreated a few steps, seeking refuge behind his lackeys.

A group of villains intent on chopping me down, yet restrained by the eerie performance I just displayed, could only stare with their eyes wide open, meticulously observing my every move.

Ah~ So this is what it feels like to be the protagonist, to be invincible? I…

I’m scared to death!

“Uh… Mr. Olide?”

“Oh, Nell, it’s nothing, just come here and let me give you a hug.”

I symbolically embraced Nell’s waist as she drew near, savoring the sensation of a notebook cushioning my head.

Facing the villains without fear, even flirting amidst danger! Isn’t it just like an invincible hero? Isn’t it cool? Doesn’t it make those extras suspicious and hesitant to make a move?

That’s right, because I’m buying time. Including the way I dodged the leader’s “deadly” moves, it wasn’t me showing off—it was all about stalling! After all, all I could do was dodge, dodge, dodge.

By observing the script of their next moves with ultra-high frequency and from all angles without blind spots, I could almost “predict” their next actions, how many steps they’d take, what moves they’d make, and then just dodge accordingly. Those moves from the leader that could’ve sent me to the coffin, I dodged them all by knowing his script.

For an ordinary person like me, this is quite thrilling, and… it’s only enough to deal with these low-level thugs who just throw punches and kicks. If it were some earth-shattering, sky-collapsing move, even if I knew it was coming, I’d still be done for. But just now, to protect Nell from “erupting,” and for my own life, I had to take a gamble.

“Made, what are you panicking for!?”

Dragon Extra, lurking at the back, was displeased, pushing others while shouting, “Did I hire you to be spectators!? If one’s no good, then gang up! Beat him down together!”

Indeed, my “charlatan moves” only worked in a one-on-one duel. Once it turns into a brawl, even if I could read the entire script, I wouldn’t have the ability to dodge it all.

“This kid is nothing but a lucky trickster! He’s fooled me several times with this act! He was just trying to scare you! Everyone, attack! Calling for help? In this city, no one’s bigger than us, whoever you call will die!”

Drago’s urging set his lackeys into motion, but…

【Keffiel arrived just in time, saving Ojirid and Nell.】

The script has changed, I’m not scared at all.

“Drago, do you really think I was just trying to scare you?”

“I, I definitely don’t believe your nonsense…”

Mid-sentence, Drago panicked and shut his mouth.

The sound of something tearing through the air came from outside.

Then, under the watchful eyes of Drago and his men, a familiar figure swiftly entered the room.

And then… silence fell.

In reality, there wasn’t much to see in Keffiel’s arrival; just a flipped table, dismantled chairs, and the floor and ceiling punctured by the leader’s few moves. Simply put: the house was gone.

What probably concerned her more was the sight of Nell, clinging to me, her panic almost bringing her to tears, and the uninvited guests led by Drago.

“Son of the Lord of Drago Town, Drago, and the Captain of the Knights stationed in Drago Town.” Keffiel’s voice still had that divine quality, but… after a few days with the protagonist, I could tell that Keffiel was struggling to contain her fury.

“Mobilizing the stationed Knights on your own, as well as the Knights’ unauthorized actions, all violate the laws of the Great Ying Empire…”

“Laws? Hmph, I am the law of Drago Town! Poor boy, I thought you could call someone to plead for you? Turns out you just called that silly female investigator from the Empire?”

With that, Drago regained his confidence, striding proudly up to Keffiel.

“Understand? If you’re smart, you’ll pretend you saw nothing. With your pretty face, I might even consider you ‘innocent.'”

“So, you’re planning to resist with force.”

“Oh? Scared? Good to know, otherwise, your pretty little face might just…”

I don’t know what would happen if someone dared to insult Keffiel’s face, but…

The moment I saw Drago foolishly attempt to mimic the arrogant Dragon Proud Sky and lift the chin of a beautiful girl, his hand was already twisted into an unnatural shape with a series of “crack” sounds.

“Yikes!”

Immediately after, Drago didn’t even have time to scream before his knee was shattered with a strike, and while still in mid-air, Keffiel kicked him down to the ground!

I shivered.

Although whatever the protagonist does is called “justice,” Keffiel seemed particularly irate today.