I Married the Beautiful Female Protagonist In Order To Survive

42. I Tore It Up (Big Lie)

The result of the duel between Kefier and Louise XXIII was so clear that not even “conspiracy theories” would arise. Rather, it’s Louise XXIII who should be worried about how she will explain her “experience” and timid behavior, which clearly do not match her own “level.” Anyone with a bit of sense could think of “cheating.”

As for Kefier, the rumors about her “poor condition” and being “deceived by thugs” have also fallen apart. Of course, as the protagonist, Kefier certainly wouldn’t care about these things anyway.

In the evening, Kefir declined Uncle Zerola’s well-intentioned offer to “celebrate properly,” opting instead for a modest celebration with some delicious food prepared by Nell at her private residence. Thus, the dinner table at Kefir’s place was not crowded, just me, Kefir, Miss Nell, and Uncle Zerola, who despite his age, shamelessly decided to join us at the last minute.

“Congratulations, Kefir.”

I raised my glass to toast Kefir, noticing her slightly flustered as she averted her gaze.

“Th-thank you… Wait, why are you so excited, Ogelid? You must have foreseen this with your messy prophecy skills, right?”

“No, this time I truly didn’t know.”

The script had changed at the moment of Kefir’s “counterattack.” Although I knew she would pull off a “wolf in sheep’s clothing,” the drastic shift before and after in the script still felt as thrilling as a roller coaster ride.

“Miss, now you can go to the ruins! And Mr. Ogelid said you’re bound to make a breakthrough there, congratulations!”

“Nell, don’t… don’t take this man’s nonsense too seriously.”

Despite her words, Kefir’s cheeks betrayed her, blushing a cherry red with happiness.

Can the script be called nonsense? In the script, a protagonist like Kefir, once involved in a “sub-quest,” is bound to level up. If Kefir becomes stronger, I’ll feel even more reassured holding onto her coattails.

Steady!

The congratulations were done, and I was ready to feast, but before I could take a bite, a “man’s gaze” beside me made me feel uncomfortable all over.

Turning my head, I saw Uncle Zerola, who had been mostly silent since the beginning, casting a strange look between me and Kefir.

Then, he pulled out a stack of parchment papers from the inner layer of his shirt.

“Kefir, sorry to interrupt your mood, but you should deal with this quickly. This is a document sent by Her Majesty later, and it’s also the pass for your journey to the ruins. Ogelid, press your seal here.”

“Me?”

Why me!? I’m the villain who stole the protagonist’s quest, am I not asking for trouble!?

“Don’t be surprised, the spot wasn’t just for Kefir alone, but for the candidate to choose their own team. The previous competition was to prevent future conflicts, allowing the candidate to bring only those they trust. You’re going to follow anyway, right? So, press your seal.”

So that’s it, the “protagonist’s squad.” I was worried about who to rely on after Kefir’s temporary departure, but now I have nothing to fear.

Uncle Zerola’s palm almost covered half of the document, leaving only a small area for me to press my seal. Speaking of which… Uncle Zerola’s gaze was weird when I was pressing my seal, does he, does he have some issue?

“Alright, Ogelid has pressed his, now it’s your turn, Kefir.”

For some reason, Uncle Zerola’s voice became increasingly anxious.

As the “protagonist,” of course, Kefir had to press her seal! However, just as Kefir approached Zerola, about to press her thumbprint onto the parchment…

Silence fell, and Kefir narrowed her eyes.

The next second! Kefir suddenly exerted force, attempting to snatch the parchment away, but Zerola held on without budging!

Immediately after, the uncle let out a “howl,” clutching his leg and crying out, likely kicked by Kefir who then swiftly snatched the parchment, scanning it quickly.

“Kefir, is there a problem with this document?”

To be honest, I also felt something was off because at the moment Kefir snatched it away, I saw some… words that shouldn’t be there on the part of the parchment that Uncle Zerola had just covered.

This is a document, right? Why is there such a big “marriage” character?

“Nothing at all! Just eat your food!”

Kefier, with her face flushed, yelled at me, clutching the parchment tightly in her hand.

The uncle, still clutching his thigh, burst out complaining: “Kefier! What are you thinking, not signing yet!?”

“Why should I sign, you old coot!?”

“What do you mean why! Because of him, haven’t you already reached a new threshold? I had my doubts before, but now I believe! As long as this kid is here, your future is immeasurable! So hurry up and sign! It’s perfect timing with you going to the ruins, I and your mother will start the preparations, and when you come back, get married immediately, perfect!”

“Don’t make decisions for me, you old coot! I thought you came to celebrate, but you really had no good intentions! Get out! Or else I’ll tell mother about all the places you hide your private money!”

“Eh! That absolutely won’t do! Let’s change it then, no marriage, how about a betrothal instead!? My daughter, my daughter!!”

I knew what was going on, but by this time, it wasn’t up to me to decide anymore. Kefier threatened her father while driving the uncle out.

Uncle, this really isn’t okay. Although your daughter is strong and beautiful, she’s the protagonist of the script. Usually, even if a villain teases the protagonist a bit, they don’t end up well, and you actually want me, the “big villain,” to marry her?

I’m afraid I won’t live to enjoy it…

Sighing, Kefier, who had just driven the uncle away, came in with her face still red and full of anger. The moment she saw me, she was even more embarrassed with indignation.

“What are you looking at!? Nothing happened just now.”

“I just wanted to ask about the ‘official document’? Why isn’t it in your hands anymore.”

“I tore it up! You have a problem with that!?”

“No.”

I wouldn’t dare to have a problem with it even if you lent me a hundred guts.

Kefier seemed to refuse quite decisively, so should I also stop touching that dangerous thing and just play dead to eat?

However, just as I was about to reach for the chicken leg again, a casual glance at the script that I was used to looking at showed…

【Kefier hid the marriage contract.】

What!?

Boss, didn’t you just say you tore it up!?

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