I Married the Beautiful Female Protagonist In Order To Survive

46. The Political Commissar Isn’t Home Today

According to the original plan, I, this “stinky man,” was supposed to “retire to a separate tent” to rest, but how could I let Kefir and Neru out of my sight now!? I must always be vigilant of them and my script, to prevent any accidents!

This is definitely not because I want to squeeze in and sleep with two fragrant girls. But speaking of which, Kefir’s sleeping posture is still as “protagonistic” as ever, and Miss Neru isn’t giving in either, eh~ Look at her thigh resting on my waist, how uncivilized, is this the rhythm of “clinging to thighs”?

“…! Charlatan! You actually…!?”

【Slap】

The next day, with Neru still in a state of embarrassment, and Kefir, who was either still angry or hadn’t gotten over her jealousy, and myself sporting a slap mark on my face, we decided without delay to start exploring the “Goddess Ruins” located in the no man’s land. In the script I saw, it’s essentially a “dungeon” prepared for the protagonist.

This “Goddess Ruins” occupies a good half of the no man’s land, and for “fairness,” each country’s candidate can only explore the part near their own border. Moreover, candidates must supervise each other before entering to prevent any head starts. This time, our “partner” is the candidate from the Rosian Empire we met yesterday—Rasputin—who already had “murder and looting” intentions in the script.

Obviously, they also want to “explore as soon as possible.” Just as we arrived at the entrance, which was mostly covered by grass, stones, and trees, we happened to bump into them.

“Tsk, such a nuisance.”

After muttering something from afar, the civil servant dressed lady with glasses quickly put on her monocle and approached us with a “knowledgeable smile.”

“Good morning, Miss Kefir. Our Rosian Empire’s exploration has just begun not long ago, meeting here is quite the coincidence.”

“…”

The aloof Kefir, of course, did not respond, but the other party came over somewhat familiarly.

“We’ve cleared a path into the ruins, as everyone is here to explore. If you don’t mind, would you like to follow us for a bit?”

“I’m not interested…”

Mid-sentence, Kefir’s gaze turned towards me, and after seeing my intentions, she abruptly changed her tune.

“Then I shall humbly comply.”

“…Hmm, then please follow me. Next, I’ll share some information I’ve just learned about this part of the ruins.”

Taking advantage of the moment the other party turned their back, Kefir’s inquiring gaze indeed came my way again, and she also quietly confirmed with me using a contract spell in my mind.

[“Charlatan, aren’t Rosia’s people against us? Why are we still following them?”]

[“It’s hard to explain, but just follow them for now.”]

How could I possibly harm you, Kefir?

To me, what they call “relics” are actually just “dungeons” in disguise, and I’ve seen plenty of battles! Generally speaking, dungeons, especially those prepared for a protagonist like Kefir, wouldn’t just lay a divine weapon on the ground for the taking at the very start, would they?

The protagonist’s journey is to delve deep after some exploration, with climaxes rising one after another, culminating in a final sprint to a joyous end!

Simply put: I’m a hundred percent certain that at the beginning of our exploration, there won’t be any treasures, maybe not even a few minor monsters. So, before we encounter any “special places,” why not let Rosia’s people take the lead and work for us? Let them be the laborers, the tools, isn’t that delightful?

We are the protagonist group, after all; we can’t afford to think like mere workers. Moreover, with the introduction to the relics by that Rosian Empire lady with glasses, Rasputin, I became even more certain of this.

“Regarding these relics, our Rosian Empire has also explored them to some extent. Compared to those desolate relics, these are more like a series of mazes forming a large room. The magic power above the relics is very thin, so even if you try to take a shortcut using magic, it will fail upon ascension.”

Isn’t this just a standard dungeon?

Just as I was about to secretly tell Kefir this, Rasputin’s attitude suddenly became a bit… ambiguous.

“So, for Miss Kefir, the ‘genius’ accustomed to magic in the Great Ying Empire, this doesn’t seem too favorable, does it?”

As expected, the other party wasn’t simply being kind in leading the way, but after a bit of backhanded comments, they started to provoke Kefir, the protagonist.

“So, I have a proposal. From now on, Miss Kefir’s team will follow our team for the exploration. It’s safer and more secure, and if we find anything, we’ll split it seventy-thirty. Of course, since our Rosian Empire are the pathfinders, we’ll take the seventy percent.”

In the content of relic exploration, the party that scouts ahead naturally can claim the resting points as well, while the latter can only hope that the former is willing to share. If not, they have no choice but to find another way.

Although Kefir is the protagonist, the rules are set as such, and given Kefir’s character, she probably wouldn’t break them just because she’s upset. Tsk, I was so focused on Kefir and Nieru’s script yesterday that I forgot about Rasputin’s follow-up. It seems the Rosian Empire has claimed the route overnight and now they’re raising the price!

Competing with the protagonist for the path, do you three have a death wish!? That said, judging by the smug look of the lady with glasses and her two arrogant followers, they probably don’t realize the extent of their folly.

On my side, it’s not just Kefir who’s the true protagonist; Nieru is here too. Provoking two protagonists, you really are a worthy fighting nation.

“The proposal is good, but I refuse.”

As expected, Kefir clenched her fists and coldly threw back a sentence. This immediately provoked laughter from the two followers behind Rasputin.

“Then your Great Ying Empire can only go back and find another entrance. Our Lady Rasputin will let you settle here!”

“But with just that pile of stones outside, it’ll take you all day to move them, and by then we’ll have returned with the treasures. There was a path, but sorry, it got blocked while we were moving stones, hahaha~”

At this point, Kefir wouldn’t be angered by the mockery of two extras. If a protagonist gets upset by extras, can they still be called a protagonist?

Kefir’s gaze searched around, finally resting on a passage that the Rosian Empire’s people had just passed by without a second glance.

“Where we go is none of your business.”

With that, she began to scrutinize carefully.

The place these tools didn’t choose must be a dead end, right? Just as I was thinking this, I noticed Rasputin, the lady with glasses who had been watching Kefir’s movements, let out a disdainful snort.

“What, still looking for a path? That’s a dead end rigged with mechanisms, it seems to require a password. Miss Kefir, if you want to go, then go ahead. It’s fine to slowly think of the password there while watching us return with the treasure, it’s your choice after all~”

A password!?

Wait, that snarky girl just mentioned a pass·word, right!?

Kefir thought for a moment, silent, seemingly planning to go back and find a new entrance to avoid the entanglement, but then…

“Kefir.”

I immediately grabbed Kefir’s wrist, dragging along Nell in a rush towards the path of doom, fearing the others might change their minds.

Dungeon, path of doom, password… listen…

This was clearly the “save point” that distinguished the protagonist from the extras, wasn’t it? You three Russians can take your time searching, but I’m taking my strong legs and ample bosom and getting out of here first.