I Married the Beautiful Female Protagonist In Order To Survive

26. A Million Too Vulgar!

As the main character Kefir’s leg I’m clinging to, I certainly can’t ignore her command.

So, even though I have a feeling that I’m about to be crushed into nothingness by Kefir’s father, I can only grit my teeth and agree.

After enjoying Miss Nell’s bosom as a headrest and her little hands wandering, ahem, actually just receiving grooming services, I followed Miss Nell’s guidance, traversing the vast courtyard of the Kefir family that almost made my legs sore, and arrived inside the main building I saw when I got off the car in the morning.

It must have been notified in advance, or maybe Nell’s dressing skills are too good? I really didn’t encounter any obstacles along the way and just arrived outside the conference room door mentioned by Kefir.

“Uh… Mr. O’Gilid, I can’t accompany you any further from here.”

After a deep bow, Nell looked into my eyes, sparkling with little stars, “That… please do your best.”

“Mm…”

Do my best my foot, even if he’s a man in his fifties, that’s still the protagonist’s dad. Now that the dad knows his daughter is arm in arm with a sneaky-looking rascal, won’t he just cleave me in two when he sees me? So, I can only hope that Kefir’s protagonist aura will save my skin later.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door.

“I’ll reconsider the candidates for the Goddess Relic expedition, and make a fair… Hm!?”

The moment I stepped in, a voice filled with authority inside abruptly stopped.

Then, several gazes shot towards me!

“Father, he’s here.”

“…”

I didn’t even have to think to know where that most dangerous gaze came from! Kefir’s father, an eighth-tier big shot, equivalent to the power of a fully armed military force. And now this father just happened to know about me “harassing” his daughter, I’m already chopped up before I even get a chance to explain the facts!

With a nervous heart, I lifted my head, but upon seeing the white-haired man with a resolute face and piercing eyes before me, the script related to him that appeared in my mind was a bit strange.

Kefir’s father wasn’t thinking much at the moment.

Huh? Shouldn’t he be contemplating whether to chop me up, cleave me in two, or simply crush me with his hands?

But before I could ponder further, a nagging voice like that of a gossiping old woman followed closely behind.

“It’s him, Uncle Zerola!”

It was Louis XXIII. His presence here meant Kefir was right; Louis XXIII was indeed this time’s contender.

She rose triumphantly as if she had some unbeatable scoop, striding over to the uncle’s table with the air of someone approaching her own father. Then, with a clearly villainous smirk, she leaned in to whisper to the uncle.

“That’s the man Kefir brought back. I’ve done my research; there’s nothing special about him. Look, he even changed his outfit, trying to look presentable, obviously here to ingratiate himself. The empire is full of such idle swindlers.”

If she kept going, Louis XXIII might as well spin a whole novel about my background.

However, the next moment, accompanied by the cold sound of weapons, Louis XXIII instantly shut her mouth.

Kefir drew her sword, her voice devoid of any warmth.

“Pointing fingers at the person I brought back, do you want to die?”

【Zerola’s eyes lit up!】

“Kefir, what is this behavior? Put down the sword!”

“…”

The reprimand here was fine, and Kefir complied, but…

Why did the script make Uncle’s eyes light up?

I hadn’t figured out this question when Louis XXIII, thinking she had a backer, put on a “pitiful” act of “I’m doing this for your good.”

“See, Uncle, Kefir has indeed been deceived by an outsider. Kefir, I’m doing this for you. Although you’re becoming more ordinary, you shouldn’t stoop to picking men randomly. If it’s too hard, I can introduce you to noblemen from the empire—how about that? This man, better to send him away early, lest he clings to you later.”

It seemed like she was looking out for Kefir, but between the lines, Louis XXIII mocked not just me but Kefir as well.

Sigh, this was beyond a mere extra’s role; she was almost turning into a villain. Instead of staying in the background, she insisted on courting death in front of the protagonist. This girl was really narrowing her path.

The next moment, Zerola, who had been harsh towards Kefir, waved his hand to silence Louis XXIII’s babbling.

Then he slowly stood up and walked towards me.

Kefir immediately stepped in front of me, but he pushed her away with a very angry expression.

He clearly wanted to devour me alive, but was holding back due to concerns about his image. However, there was something I had been concerned about since I entered.

【Zerola asked Ogelid a few questions.】

The script had come this far, so why didn’t Uncle have any options to kill me?

As the pressure closed in, I had no time to think. Under Louis XXIII’s schadenfreude gaze, the uncle who could kill me with a single finger coldly spoke.

“Lid, that’s your name, right?”

“Yes.”

I felt his gaze sweep over me from head to toe, followed by a scoff. It was the natural and simple mockery of a strong person towards a novice, leaving no room for rebuttal.

“You’re nothing but an ordinary person, no different from trash. Since you know my daughter’s identity and her family, I advise you to stop pursuing her. Pack your things and leave.”

“Father!”

Kefir, in a rage, wanted to come to my aid but was blocked by the deliberately disruptive Louis XXIII. However, just as Kefir roughly pushed Louis XXIII aside, ready to come and “cover for me,” I had already given my answer, each word deliberate and firm.

“Impossible.”

My response was righteous, my head held high with pride.

As a villain in a script filled with death, how could I not cling to Kefir’s coattails?

Kefir, standing beside me, was suddenly stunned, but the reaction of this so-called father was even more excessive.

He stared at me incredulously, then took a deep breath and, like Doraemon, pulled a small pouch from his bosom.

And then he collapsed.

【Clatter】

A pile of glittering gems scattered across the floor.

“These are gems worth a million gold coins. Take them and leave my daughter alone!”

What era is it to still play with a million like this?

“That’s a lot.”

“Take them and leave if you know what’s good for you.”

“But I refuse. My relationship with Kefir cannot be measured in money.”

Kefir and I are like a charm hanging from a thigh, bound by a life-or-death friendship! Even if I took the money and ran, I wouldn’t have the life to spend it.

With Kefir’s protagonist’s halo protecting me, what do I have to fear? Be fierce!

I kicked the gems with a swift move, scattering them at the feet of the uncle.

“A mighty eighth-tier warrior, and yet so vulgar.”

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