I Married the Beautiful Female Protagonist In Order To Survive

28. The Cliché Drama

I kissed Kefir against her will. Can I even survive the next day according to the script? I don’t know.

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Because “Was it me who carelessly, foolishly kissed her without regard for status, or was it Kefir who kissed me?” I couldn’t figure it out. All I knew was that when Kefir seemed ready to strip my clothes off, Nell’s knock on the door calling us to dinner thankfully created a distance between us, as if nothing had happened.

Kefir’s face was a radiant red, and I probably wasn’t looking much better. I just hoped Miss Nell wouldn’t see and tease us about it.

In the following days, Kefir didn’t mention that day’s “reckless youth under the setting sun” but threw herself into the project with Moriarty: natural gas… ahem, the exploration report on new energy sources.

Finally, we faced what I considered the first “difficult” part of the script: submitting the report for preliminary review!

At this moment, inside the academy.

Following the customs of the Rosian Empire and the style of the Rublyanka Academy, Kefir had unusually donned a special “Rosian-style” military uniform. As they say: charming and valiant, Miss Kefir, in this attire, you look just like Mulan from another world!

“Charlatan.”

“You say…”

I didn’t dare to speak, as complimenting Kefir now would only upset the big shot. She was very serious when with Moriarty.

Taking the place of Professor Moriarty who accompanied us, Kefir reminded me, “This time, it’s the third-year students planning to compete, presenting their preliminary reports to the judges from the Rosian Empire Design Bureau. Only after passing the preliminary review can they officially proceed with further research, verification, and the competition.”

Unlike the popular mentors surrounded by students hoping to be “chosen,” Moriarty’s side, with only Kefir and me, was quite deserted. Moreover, some students we just passed even mocked her with a sneer.

“Ha ha, even the pig farmer is participating.”

Hmph, you extras don’t understand a thing, the professor is playing dumb to catch the wise! Normally timid, but when it counts, her slap resounds with a smack!

【Moriarty has concealed her identity, playing dumb to catch the wise.】

See, even the script says so! The “main storyline” has just begun, and the protagonist group is already playing dumb to catch the wise. Isn’t the path ahead a triumphant journey of face-slapping, steady as it goes?

Indeed, Moriarty took Kefir’s hand to comfort her.

“Kefir, let’s go line up to submit the report. Fiancé, feel free to look around.”

I didn’t object, knowing that as the judges review more reports, their mood will surely worsen, and Kefir’s report submitted earlier would have a better chance of passing the preliminary review.

However, just as I was about to wander to places with fewer “deadly scripts” to protect my own life, suddenly…

【Ivan Leti spotted Ogelid.】

Damn…

Muttering under my breath, I looked up and sure enough, saw Leti, who had once again sneaked into the academy in disguise, waving at me. Today, with everyone hurriedly submitting their reports, no one noticed the great emperor of the empire mingling among them.

“Big brother!”

With that little midget waving at me, I knew I had no power to refuse. And the big sister Rasputin standing beside her, upon seeing me, was also very friendly…

by flipping me the bird.

“Suka…”

“What did you say, Rasputin?”

Rasputin’s middle finger immediately propped up her face, showing me a friendly yet awkward forced smile.

“Letty, why are you here? You’ll be recognized.”

In public, I’m not to call Letty “Empress,” a promise forced upon me by that stubborn fluffball. After all, the playful Letty doesn’t want to ruin her day’s plans by being recognized.

There she stands, Letty, spirited and hands on hips, seemingly having a grasp on my actions, blatantly not bothering to conceal herself.

“Of course, I’m here to supervise, to see if that good-for-nothing Rasputin has seriously carried out his orders. Big brother, that white-haired one wants to join the competition, right?”

“Hmph, I too will bring my own proud protégé to participate…”

“Don’t you dare interrupt me! Idiot!”

Letty delivers a kick to Rasputin.

Their conversation reaches this point, and with the script’s appearance, I roughly understand why the previous script mentioned “Kefir’s path in the competition is fraught with difficulties.” Because…

[Rasputin, as a mentor, will bring his student to compete.]

Mentioning Rasputin’s purpose alone, coupled with the fact that this lady can no longer be considered a mere extra, she’s almost upgraded to a “not-so-bright antagonist.” Kefir’s first challenge must be right here!

Fortunately, Letty has changed too, at least this time she intends to compete fair and square, which suits her fluffy identity.

“So Letty, where is the student brought by Mentor Rasputin?”

As the saying goes, know thyself, know thy enemy, and you shall never be defeated! Since Kefir must win, I’ll do whatever it takes! Kefir is the righteous protagonist, and I, Ogelid, am the great villain, hehehe!

“Ah, my student is currently…”

However, before Sister Rasputin could finish her sentence, and before I even began to “investigate” the opponent’s details, a commotion not far from here, where the third-year students submit their reports, suddenly erupted!

“Please, enough is enough! I’ve told you I’m not interested!”

Is that Kefir’s voice!?

[Kefir, before submitting her report, is harassed by a man!]

Tsk!

With a click of my tongue, I don’t even bother to consider if this counts as a “classic plot.” By the time I realize what I’m doing, my body has already moved on its own, ignoring Letty’s calls, and I push through the crowd to Kefir’s side.

Just as the script says, I see Professor Moriarty rubbing her forehead, looking troubled, while Kefir is all seriousness, even ready to draw her sword to settle things. And the one bold enough to provoke Kefir is none other than a plain-looking but very standard “Rossiya Empire youth” from the other side of the crowd.

[Passerby-ski, a third-year student, Rasputin’s student, who has been pursuing Kefir without success during her study abroad, and upon learning that Kefir has a ‘husband and child,’ he excitedly comes looking.]

Hmph… I might be clinging to coattails, but you, with a name that screams ‘extra,’ think you can have a piece of the action?

“Kefir, what’s going on!? Didn’t you say you weren’t married and still single!?”

“Mind your words. I’m merely an acquaintance to you. Do you address other women so casually!?”

As Kefir speaks, she notices me.

“Are you being threatened…”

Hey! Trying to steal my thunder… pah! Steal my limelight and then play the blame game, you think I don’t exist if I don’t show my power!?

Now’s not the time to worry about the death script, with Kefir here, I’m not panicked at all.

I come to Kefir’s side, grasp her hand that’s ready to draw her sword, and give the other party a “who do you think you are” look with what I believe to be a wildly cool and arrogant demeanor.

“Rosia’s big brother, what do you want with my wife?”

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