I Married the Beautiful Female Protagonist In Order To Survive

34. Still so shy at this age (Seeking votes at the beginning of the month~)

Her Highness Queen Louyi the Fourth of the Great Ying Empire, who looks no different from a popular beautiful young idol, has scripted my demise in an overly elaborate and cruel way, hasn’t she? But I don’t have time to dwell on it. I know that rather than getting caught up here, it’s more important to cling to Kafeier’s coattails early on, and even more crucial to “level up” Kafeier. The stronger the protagonist’s halo, the safer my life.

The candidates for the “instance” of the Goddess’s Relic were ultimately decided by Louyi the Fourth to be a competition between Kafeier and Louyi the Twenty-Third. The next day, a fully confident Kafeier began her “daily training” as the protagonist, and I, as Kafeier’s “leg accessory,” naturally accompanied her throughout, especially after catching a glimpse of Louyi the Fourth’s script yesterday, which had me panicking.

At this moment, within the open-air martial arts field of the Kafeier family.

The vast martial arts field is surrounded by a dazzling array of swords and weapons, while the interior boasts expensive-looking, durable targets and dummies. This undoubtedly costly training facility is for Kafeier’s personal use.

Given Kafeier’s status as the favored daughter of the heavens and the protagonist, this is only natural. She herself has not wasted anything here and is now doing “warm-up exercises” on the free space where she can fully exert herself.

Kafeier’s valiant figure sweeps across like a hawk, moving and turning, every gesture and sword swing filled with confidence and pride. Her flowing white hair adds a touch of aloofness to her aura, undoubtedly proving her to be the deservedly beautiful young protagonist who can bring down a nation.

As the saying goes, “A stream cascades down three thousand feet, as if the Milky Way is falling from the heavens.” And another, “As long as the dragon city’s flying general remains, do not let…”

“Shut up, charlatan! What are you muttering about!?”

With a swing of her sword, Kafeier’s somewhat petulant scolding voice comes through. It seems to be true; whenever I start reciting poetry, Kafeier gets a bit distracted.

“Aren’t I just cheering you on from the side?”

“Ordinary training doesn’t need your wailing! Speak nonsense again, and I’ll kick you out!”

“Yes, as you command, I will comply.”

I dare not offend the protagonist.

Kafeier, pouting, glares at me for a while but eventually turns back around.

Although she still sneaks a glance or two at me from time to time, her movements become increasingly swift. Setting aside the “protagonist” factor, Kafeier possesses dual sixth-tier strength, while that Louyi the Twenty-Third, according to the script, has temporarily reached dual fifth-tier strength by “taking drugs.”

But that being said, Louyi the Twenty-Third, in my view, is clearly a “villain”! A villain is bound to cause trouble for the protagonist, courting death. As the protagonist, Kafeier only needs to worry about her own strength, while I… to secure my position, the best method is to figure out exactly how Louyi the Twenty-Third plans to “court death.”

Basking in the protagonist’s aura, I ponder.

Suddenly, I feel a cold finger poking the back of my neck.

Instinctively turning my head, before I can even speak, my mouth is firmly covered by a palm! A sweet fragrance hits me, and from the corner of my eye, I barely catch a glimpse of the kind of dress only a beautiful young idol would wear…

My mind instantly clears: It’s Louyi the Fourth!

I immediately think of the script where Louyi the Fourth will “stab me to death,” and a chill runs through me from head to toe. Louyi the Fourth is supposed to stab me in the script! Surely she isn’t about to pull out a knife and backstab me right now!? Looking at the way she’s covering my mouth, her proficiency is almost comparable to Agent 47!

However, after a shiver, what reaches my ears is Louyi the Fourth’s sweet whisper, accompanied by a smile, as she turns her face towards me and puts a finger to her lips.

“Shh~ Don’t disturb Kafeier.”

As Louyi the Fourth releases her hand, I also take a long breath of relief. It’s not that I’m nervous about the girl in front of me being a queen; it’s that she almost scared the soul out of me just now. I really thought she was about to backstab me!

“Don’t startle me like that, Your Majesty.”

Right now, I’m just a priest clinging to Kefir’s coattails, and I still need to maintain the proper etiquette. However, the queen’s sudden appearance doesn’t seem to be directed at Kefir?

“Just call me Louise, okay? If you keep using my full title, it feels so stiff.”

Gentle and cheerful, cute and charming, this dazzling idol queen before me doesn’t need my flattery. But her gaze, it keeps lingering on me, which is odd. It also reminds me of yesterday’s end, when I saw from the script in front of this girl, a script filled with elaborate ways to torture me.

“I feel like you’re afraid of me, but you really don’t need to be afraid of me because of my status. Since you’re someone close to Kefir, I believe we can be friends. Hmm, don’t you think I’m scary?”

Scary? Since becoming the arch-villain, among those with scripts to ‘kill Ogelid,’ yours are the most varied in the ways you ‘stab’ me! Torture, cruel punishment, dismemberment, just hearing it makes me shudder.

But as much as I think this, I definitely can’t show it based on the script’s content.

Stepping back from Louise as much as possible, I voice a doubt that’s been troubling me about the recent scripts.

“If we’re friends, then why don’t you help Kefir instead of helping Louise XXIII, who doesn’t have a good reputation?”

“It can’t be helped. Although Louise XXIII is a distant relative, almost unrelated, I still have to deal with the internal affairs of the Great Ying Empire. Yesterday’s incident, rather than letting Kefir argue with the mischievous XXIII, speaking directly through strength is the simplest and most effective way.”

Louise says this without caring about my retreat, and takes the opportunity while Kefir is focused on sword practice to approach me again.

After tiptoeing in her boots to bridge the height difference, her beautiful white-gloved hand covers her lips, and her every move is less like a queen and more like an innocent, lively girl.

Then, she whispers in my ear.

“I’ll support you guys in secret—don’t tell anyone.”

“!”

Yeah right, Louise.

This perfect and lively demeanor, in my eyes, is a completely different style.

After all, from the script, I saw that Louise’s purpose in doing this to me just now is completely different from her words.

【Louise IV wants to see Kefir compete with Louise XXIII.】

Louise is lying, she did it on purpose yesterday! But why?

【Because Louise IV has taken notice of Ogelid.】

It’s me after all!

As the script appears, Louise’s next whisper follows closely.

“By the way, I’m actually quite interested in you because I really want to know… the kind of man Kefir brought back has…”

Sss…

I suddenly feel a chill in my limbs, but Louise’s whisper in my ear stops abruptly.

Then, as if nothing happened, she turns around… just in time to meet Kefir’s gaze noticing me.

“Sister Queen!?”

“Kefir~ I came to watch you practice swordplay today, to play with you~ Let’s take a break and have some afternoon tea, shall we~”

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