I Married the Beautiful Female Protagonist In Order To Survive

48. Proposal on the Spot

The script told me plainly: those Russians were planning to play the villains. Consequently, my own script once again predicted a deadly outcome—【Euclid was shot dead by someone from the Rosian Empire.】

But with Kefir’s fair legs to embrace, why should I panic? Those three Russians, hindered by Kefir’s presence, didn’t dare to commit any “murder and robbery” and, unable to dance, slunk away dejectedly.

By evening, the personnel of the Great Ying Empire had advanced to our location. According to the rules of exploring ruins in no man’s land, unless those Russians could teleport ahead of us, they were not allowed to step foot in the area we occupied.

Now, in the evening, out of habit and for safety, Kefir and I decided to wait for Neru to make us a simple dinner. While I was setting up the makeshift tent, laying out the bedding, and constantly on the lookout for how the script might “upgrade” Neru next, it wasn’t surprising when Kefir bent down and walked in.

If there was any difference, it was probably because she was a little nervous being alone with me.

You’re the protagonist, what’s there to be nervous about? If anyone should be nervous, it’s me, the grand villain.

“Shall I massage your legs for you?”

“Euclid.”

Kefir didn’t give me the chance to offer my eager services to embrace her legs. Instead, she sat down in front of me, her movements slightly awkward.

Good legs don’t just “fly away,” and knowing this, out of respect for the script and for Kefir, I didn’t plan to immediately read the script and preemptively understand the purpose of Kefir’s solitary time with me. Instead, I waited for Kefir, who, after a bit of “girlish heart” hand-wringing and with blushing cheeks under the unstable light of the magic stone lamp, spoke to me.

“The so-called ‘dead end’ this morning, did you know from the start that it would be there?”

“…”

Silence is consent. Kefir and the others might still think this place is some “relic left by a goddess,” but in my eyes, it’s a dungeon prepared for Kefir. Of course, a dungeon will have areas that only the protagonist can pass through, and all I did was find it and let Kefir unlock it.

There’s no shame in embracing the protagonist’s legs.

“Yes, I knew from the start. I was just searching. When the Rosians mentioned the ‘dead end,’ I knew: I had found it. This is your trial, Kefir, your breakthrough moment. How could I let others take it from you?”

After my speech, I watched as Kefir remained silent. Suddenly, I wondered: didn’t my words just now sound like I was “mind-controlling” Kefir?

Oh no, if Kefiel misunderstands, it would be disastrous. As a major villain, wanting to “control the protagonist,” I might not even be left with a whole corpse at the end!

I hastily changed my tune.

“Ah, of course, I’m not forcing you. It’s just that your father mentioned it before. And as your priest, I naturally hope you’ll grow stronger. For this, I will fully support your trials with my own ‘prophecies,’ and I will always find ways for you to train. I hope you won’t mind.”

Phew, after all, I’m a villain in the script who only meets death, death, and more death. To avoid the fate where anyone could easily kill me, I can only keep clinging to Kefiel’s coattails. It’s fine for now, but what if the protagonist finds me as annoying and nagging as a granny later on?

I need to take preventive measures.

I think Kefiel should be happy with my flattery, but her reaction is odd.

“Always!?”

“Yes!”

Isn’t that obvious? If I stray more than a hundred meters from you, I’m probably going to be beheaded!

Kefiel tensed up, her hand constantly playing with the white hair on her chest.

“I’m not blaming you, just… just… Priest, do you know what ‘always’ means?”

Treating me like a primary school student, Kefiel, you underestimate me. “Always” means forever, forever! It sounds so ceremonial. When a man says ‘always’ to a woman, it’s usually followed by getting down on one knee, pulling out a little box, and presenting a big diamond ring for a proposal.

…

…

I’m done for!

My words must have led Kefiel astray!

I looked up to explain, but it was too late.

The magic stone, which sets the mood so well, began to dim due to lack of magic power. In such an environment, the blush on Kefiel’s face intensified! After all, the temporary tent is only so big. Right now, Kefiel and I are practically sitting side by side on the floor. Just a slight lean in, and I could smell the fragrance of a young girl emanating from Kefiel, as well as a hint of sweat from a day’s exploration.

How soft her body is, I had already experienced the feel of it in the wardrobe. But at that time, it was an emergency, and I couldn’t think too much. But now, in this atmosphere that seems a bit awkward…

I’m a normal man after all, shouldn’t Kefiel move away a bit?

I dare not say that. Wouldn’t that reveal that I’m just lust-driven right now? But if I play dead and keep quiet, Kefiel won’t wait for me. After such a silence, suddenly!

She turned around and leaned close to my face!

I’m a major villain, and now the protagonist is about to overthrow me! If it were just that, it wouldn’t matter, after all, it was the protagonist who made the first move, and I’m the victim, part of the harem! But the actual situation is: I was the one who said something strange and made Kefiel misunderstand!

A villain who deceived the protagonist, seducing them to overthrow themselves, the responsibility is on me! There’s no good ending in the script for this! The side story isn’t even out yet, I haven’t been redeemed, and if I take the protagonist now, will I still be alive?

“I’m not angry, but very happy, and I want to thank you for today. But now it seems, what you’re not looking forward to is thanks, but… something else…”

Kefiel is about to pin me against the wall! The protagonist is going to be deceived by me!

“So, Ogelid, actually, that ‘document’ from my father earlier, I didn’t tear it up…”

Spare me, heroine! I just wanted to cling to your coattails!

Who knows what Kefiel wants to do to me, but in an instant, Neru’s voice came from outside the tent!

“Miss, Mr. Ogelid, are you in there? Dinner is ready!”

“!”

Kefir’s body jerked away from me as if electrocuted! After an awkward exchange of glances, he cleared his throat and promptly responded.

“Cough cough, I’m coming, Nell!”

Leaving me alone to feel relieved, after all, the script just now was way too dangerous!

[Kefir intends to propose to Ojiride.]

As a villain, I’ve “devoured” the protagonist, my life is over.

[But it was Nell, who had been observing from outside for a while, who stopped me at the crucial moment.]

With gratitude to Nell for speaking up and defusing the situation, I too left the tent.

I didn’t dwell on the content of the script any further.

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