I Married the Beautiful Female Protagonist In Order To Survive

37. Is it the tyrant forcing the bow, or the bow on the tyrant?

Kefir’s perspective.

Since yesterday’s visit to the Rosian Empire’s design bureau with my teacher… and after watching Ogelid single-handedly handle those three elders, even the usually serious Kefir couldn’t help but think: this time, the victory in the subject competition was almost assured.

Kefir had always despised the premature declaration of results, akin to cheating, but this time she didn’t mind. Ever since she submitted her subject but let Ogelid take her place out of spite for that troublesome passerby, Skye, the charlatan had been clearing hurdles with her subject, outshining the rest.

His victory, wasn’t it a given? So, spending the whole day following the professor’s orders, purchasing experimental equipment within the capital of the Rosian Empire, Kefir didn’t feel neglected, although… there was a slight worry.

The professor’s equipment orders were unexpectedly numerous. By the time Kefir and Nell finished placing orders from door to door, the sky had already darkened. Busy with the same task all day, Kefir let out a subconscious sigh.

“Sigh…”

It wasn’t because she was too tired.

Nell, following closely behind, approached and whispered in Kefir’s ear as if seeing through her thoughts.

“Miss, if you’re worried, why not go have a look?”

“Wouldn’t that expose us? Cough cough!”

She hastily covered her slip of the tongue with a cough, to avoid being teased by Nell again!

She definitely wasn’t nervous about that charlatan spending the whole day alone with the professor in his office. The professor’s maturity far exceeded her appearance; how could she possibly be interested in a charlatan? Rather than worry about that, it was more nerve-wracking to think what the charlatan might do to the professor.

Once the reasoning was clear, Kefir suddenly felt the day’s gloom dissipate. She quickly found an excuse to respond to her maid’s somewhat… sly comment.

“Besides, it’s already evening. He’s probably gone back. There’s no need to run to the academy and come up empty. Nell, let’s organize the list when we get back and hand it to the mentor tomorrow.”

“Yes, Miss.”

It was a pity not to see him all day, but thinking of the charlatan burying himself in the subject that should have been her worry, Kefir couldn’t muster any emotion. Besides, it was just one day apart; what was there to be nervous about?

Shaking her head, Kefir decided to return to the dormitory with Nell earlier, but the next moment…

A male figure, whom Kefir had been forced to remember with disdain due to his constant harassment, appeared not far away. He had calculated his approach, staring at her, forcing Kefir to stop in her tracks after a low click of her tongue.

“Miss, he is…”

“A nuisance. Hide behind me.”

Skye, the noble’s son who had been entangling Kefir since she first arrived at the Rubiyanka Academy for her studies. Kefir had no interest or favor for the so-called “noble’s son,” and Skye’s recent brazen slander of the charlatan and the professor had turned her indifference into disgust.

As Skye approached, Kefir frowned and took a step back.

“Miss Kefir!”

“What do you want? I’m very busy.”

Skye’s excited, almost “thirsty” gaze made Kefir sigh in annoyance and resignation.

Surely this passerby is just looking for another excuse to pester me, right?

Although I guessed correctly, the passerby’s next words took Kefir by surprise.

To be precise: a bit perplexed.

“You no longer have to worry about being threatened by that scum! Not just the one who blackmailed you, who insulted you in every possible way, but also that unscrupulous mentor who forced you to study a major that’s completely unsuitable for you, I’ve taken care of them all!”

Threatened?

Kefir couldn’t help but find it amusing: Could he really think that her actions with the charlatan, her studies under Professor Moriarty, were the results of being coerced by threats?

If that were true, how could she, with her personality, ever submit so meekly? To speak so presumptuously without understanding her character, isn’t this person a bit too self-centered?

With a sigh, Kefir wanted to take this opportunity to clarify her relationship with Professor Moriarty and the charlatan to the passerby, to prevent further meddling and annoyance!

But just as Kefir was contemplating her words, ready to speak, a contract call from the charlatan echoed in her mind.

“Kefir, Professor Moriarty and I have been attacked, come help!”

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The voice was frantic! And Kefir, who was initially just “helpless” against the passerby, suddenly realized!

Did he just say… “I’ve taken care of it”?

Taken care of it?

Kefir immediately demanded, “What have you done to them!?”

“Miss Kefir, don’t worry, they won’t dare to harass you anymore…”

“Tch! What are you being so smug about, you man!?”

At such a critical time, still posturing!? In her anger, Kefir grabbed the passerby’s collar, her aura fully unleashed, and interrogated him!

If he uttered any statement detrimental to Ogelid or the professor, she wouldn’t let him off, no matter who he was or what status he held!

With her authority fully asserted, this time Kefir showed no mercy to the passerby, who finally sensed the danger, trembling with a sycophantic smile.

“I… I didn’t do much, just had my people threaten that Moriarty, ruined that scum’s project. Kefir, everything I did was for…”

“Shut up!”

Kefir drew her sword! Frightened, the passerby immediately covered his mouth, not daring to breathe!

Although she cared about the passerby’s initial intentions, clearly… this did not match the situation! Ogelid had just told her about an “attack,” which is a different concept from a “threat”!

“Did you send someone to attack them!?”

“Attack? Wait, I didn’t order my servants to…”

“Tch!”

The tense Kefir no longer wanted to waste time on the ignorant passerby, as Ogelid’s situation was more important!

Pushing the passerby aside, Kefir immediately grabbed Neru’s hand!

“Miss…”

“Come with me, you go to the academy and contact the guards, I’ll go directly to the charlatan.”

My mentor Moriarty is a formidable genius; I have no worries there. It’s Euripides…

You, this charlatan, better not do anything foolish, because hundreds, thousands of passersby Ski, are not as important as you are!