I Married the Beautiful Female Protagonist In Order To Survive

13. Bark for me, three times, ah three times!

Kefir’s words tickled my ear, but I’m very clear: if at this moment I had any thoughts or actions like “turning around, pushing Kefir’s shoulder, and pushing her down on the bed,” what I would get in return would definitely be a slap from Kefir and a kick to push me away.

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In the end, our little misunderstanding ended with Kefir hesitating and dawdling, seemingly reluctant to leave my dorm so quickly. The script was filled with phrases like “Kefir is in a good mood,” which allowed me to breathe a sigh of relief and finally have the courage to deal with the trouble I caused myself—none other than the Rosian Empire’s Emperor, Ivan Letty, this furry midget’s entanglement with me.

The next day, with Kefir somewhat understanding the situation and no longer jealous of Letty, I was finally able to continue interacting with Letty, to prevent her from slowly harboring thoughts of “killing me” in the script because of her bad mood.

Just as I thought, today Letty was also waiting for me in Rasputin’s mentor’s office. If there was anything different from before, it was probably that Rasputin wasn’t there today, and…

Clearly angry before, when I saw Letty again, the little midget looked as if she had just eaten and forgotten everything, throwing away her previous pique, greeting me with a happy and proud smile.

“Big brother, showing up here on time every day, you’re really becoming more obedient, huh!”

Letty, sitting in the chair, spun around while also twirling the trigger of a fire gun in her hand, and I was really worried she might suddenly shoot at me if she became unhappy.

As for the word “obedient,” it’s still as ever filled with Letty’s Russian-style dominance, this emperor doesn’t see me as a person at all.

“I just came to check on you as usual, after all, I was too rushed to find Kefir that day, I didn’t have time to ask about your matter.”

Looking up directly, so far in the script, there’s nothing about Letty “killing me.”

However, I quickly understood why Letty suddenly became so “friendly” towards me.

[Letty had approved of Rasputin’s actions.]

So, the Russian big sister was just a jack-of-all-trades, and Letty was the mastermind behind the scenes!? Her current cheerful attitude towards me, could it be…

The next moment, Letty, who was probably still in the dark, had already kicked off her boots happily, her white-stockinged feet propped on the table, giving me a mischievously bad… yet simply adorable smile that made one want to “sympathize” with her.

“I get it, I get it, it must be because that white-haired one you’re following is about to pack up and leave soon, and you’ve got nowhere else to go but to come to this great emperor, right?”

Letty’s smile was wicked, but I really… couldn’t get angry.

This must be the feeling of being caught between laughter and tears.

“Hehe~ Hmm~ What to do? If big brother could kneel down and serve as my chair for a while, I might consider taking you in~”

Letty put her legs down, came over to me with her hands on her hips, and looked down at me triumphantly.

Truly worthy of the Russian Empire’s great emperor, even wanting a chair that’s ergonomically human.

It’s just too bad I couldn’t agree. The midget in front of me was perfect beyond reproach, the very image of the “rich midget” that so many people dream of having when they’re tired of their wealth. But no matter how I disguise it, she would eventually come up with a script that says “kill me”. Moreover…

My thighs, Kefir, are all set for an upgrade.

I sighed, not because I wanted to spoil our great Emperor Letty’s mood, but if I let Letty continue to misunderstand, I’m afraid the next time we meet, she’ll put a collar on me and make me bark three times.

“Emperor Letty, I’m sorry to disturb your thoughts, but… Kefir has not been disqualified and ordered to leave school.”

Letty fell silent for a moment, her large eyes filled with immense confusion, a reaction typical of an ordinary child.

“It seems Rasputin didn’t dare tell you, huh? She wanted to cause trouble, but she failed.”

“…”

“Emperor Letty, if there’s anything in the future, come at me, don’t go after those around me…”

I intended to finish my sentence, however…

Accompanied by a crackling sound of electricity, Letty raised her hand and shattered the magic stone that served as the room’s light fixture!

“Suka Blyat, Rasputin, that waste…”

Letty’s expression turned incredibly grim, and she shoved her musket into her waistband, ready to kick the door and leave. However, this dangerous posture that made me want to pray for Rasputin, changed the moment she noticed me…

Letty’s gaze turned to me.

At the same time, the script also mentioned: [Letty wants to take away Ogelid!]

So, I’m not even considered a person.

In the blink of an eye, Letty was in front of me. Unfortunately, this time, she didn’t look as happy as before. The small midget’s body exuded an indistinct and mystical “dominance,” as if everything she said was a matter of course.

“Big brother, don’t worry about that white-haired Ying country girl, come to this great emperor. As the Russian Empire’s great emperor, I requisition your ownership, and you have no right to refuse.”

Agree? Absolutely not, the only one who could save me in all the characters’ scripts was Kefir alone. I couldn’t just casually sign a servitude contract with someone else, especially not… the Russian Empire’s great emperor, Ivan Letty, who I recognized at a glance as the “big boss.”

Pretending to agree was also not an option, for fear that if I reneged later, this little midget would become even angrier and more dangerous. That would be courting death.

“Emperor Letty, I am, after all, a person of the great Ying Empire, you have no right to requisition me.”

Ivan Lettie is in a foul mood!

“Brett! Do you have some misunderstanding about my Rosia Empire? Everything here is mine! You can have anything you want! Treasures, power, women… no, not women! But anything else…”

“Lettie.”

I interrupted the little midget’s increasingly agitated speech, “If you’re just looking for someone to play with, I’m free to accompany you. But if you’re looking for a servant like Rasputin, I think the current Rasputin, aside from being a bit timid, is already quite suitable, isn’t he?”

Ivan Lettie’s mood worsens!

“There’s nothing I want that I can’t have! Brett… Brett! Annoying!”

I’m not stupid; I could tell what Ivan Lettie was planning to do and quickly stepped back.

The little midget in front of me started stomping her little boots in irritation, looking very angry, yet it seemed she couldn’t quite figure out why she was so angry!

Finally!

In a fit of rage, Ivan Lettie points a gun at Ogelid!

“This Emperor does not need disobedient toys!”

Ivan Lettie drew the flintlock pistol tucked at her waist, aiming it at me!

Here it comes!

But wait… there’s no ‘die die die’ in this script, Lettie is just using the gun to scare me!?

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